Around 7 p.m., the yacht arrived at the county's fishing pier.
On the way back, it was agreed that all the fish caught would be sold to Jinghong Restaurant, so Feng Ye did not go home first, but went directly to the county.
As soon as they docked, he followed Qin Aijun and the others off the yacht and took a car parked at the pier to the Jinghong Hotel.
As for the catch on the yacht, Yao He and Xiao Chen watched over it, and then Fatty Nie came to haul it away and weigh it.
Around 10 p.m., Feng Ye was lying on the bed in a guest room of the Jinghong Hotel, watching TV with his head against the headboard.
Closed-circuit television is much better than television that receives satellite signals; the picture is much clearer, there's no static on the screen, and there are many more channels.
"Knock knock knock".
There was a knock on the door.
"They're here."
Feng Ye got up and got out of bed. When he opened the door, he saw that it was Fatty Nie.
"Manager Nie, is there something you need?"
"Mr. Feng, all your fish have been weighed. Here is the receipt. Please take a look."
Fatty Nie respectfully handed over the two-part receipt with both hands.
Feng Ye took a look and couldn't help but frown.
He wasn't sure if the weight was correct, but he figured Qin Aijun wouldn't stoop to taking advantage of him for such a small thing.
What made him frown was the price on the receipt; it wasn't that it was too low, but rather that it was too high.
Back in this era, he didn't know the prices of many fish, but at least he remembered the prices of the fish he had sold.
Last time, he had to plead and beg to get that big red croaker weighing over 100 pounds for only 3.3 yuan.
But now, the price on the order is 7 yuan for only about 10 kilograms of Zhang Hong.
There were other fish that were sold at abnormally high prices, basically two to three times higher.
Feng Jiafa is a businessman, and it's understandable that he wants to make money, but Feng Ye would never believe that he could make double or triple his money by simply selling his goods.
He couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Mr. Feng, is there a problem?"
Fatty Nie looked at Feng Ye, who was frowning, and asked with a hint of trepidation.
“This price is wrong, it’s too high.” Feng Ye shook his head, pointing to the price on the receipt. “I’ve sold Zhang Hong before, it’s impossible for it to sell for 7 yuan, and it even has red spots…”
"So that's how it is."
Fatty Nie breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that it was good that it wasn't a weight issue.
He chuckled lightly: "This price was personally set by President Qin, so there definitely won't be any problems."
"Did President Qin make the decision?"
Feng Ye was surprised.
Fatty Nie said with certainty, "Yes, it was decided by President Qin."
"Do I have to collect the money myself? Where do I collect it?"
"After the finance department opens at 8:00 AM tomorrow, take the documents to the finance office to collect them. The finance office is on the sixth floor."
"Okay, got it. Anything else?"
"President Qin hopes you can keep this receipt safe and not lose it."
Fatty Nie's tone suddenly became serious.
"Since President Qin instructed me to keep it, I will keep it safe."
Feng Ye found it a bit strange; it was just a receipt, so why was he specifically instructed to keep it?
"Then I won't disturb Mr. Feng's rest any longer, I'll be going now."
Fatty Nie bowed slightly, then turned and left.
After glancing at Fatty Nie's departing figure, Feng Ye turned and closed the door.
He lay down on the bed and began to carefully examine the receipt line by line.
Yellowfin tuna was priced at 11 yuan, bigeye tuna was even more outrageous at 16 yuan, and amberjack was 7 yuan...
He quickly noticed something strange and muttered to himself, "Huh, why did they only give me 2.8 yuan for the swordfish?"
The receipt clearly states 2.8 yuan for the swordfish.
"This should be the normal purchase price for Jinghong Hotel, right?"
Feng Ye continued looking with a puzzled expression and discovered that the prices of the two types of fish were not too high, but rather normal.
"Why is this happening? Why weren't these three types of fish offered at high prices?"
Feng Ye put down the receipt, looked at the ceiling, and pondered.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he realized what these three types of fish had in common.
That means he was the only one who caught them; none of the other fish caught were of these three types.
"Could it be..."
He seemed to be deep in thought.
"No wonder they told me to keep this receipt safe, now I understand."
Qin Aijun had suspected something since he hadn't revealed Song Jianguo and Hao Aiguo's identities, and now it seems his guess was right.
The identities of these two people are probably not so simple.
...
Although Qin Aijun had said that all expenses at the Jinghong Hotel were free, Feng Ye didn't try any of the activities and went straight to sleep.
I slept soundly until 11 a.m.
After washing up, I also managed to get a free lunch.
After packing up his smelly clothes, Feng Ye took the receipts and went to the finance office to get the money.
Nothing went wrong; the finance staff settled the account promptly after Feng Ye signed the form.
The total was 9256 yuan, of which 8756 yuan was the total price of the fish.
The other 500 yuan was the reward Qin Aijun had promised to give for the sea voyage, 100 yuan a day, for a total of five days and four nights at sea.
With over nine thousand yuan in his pocket, Feng Ye left the Jinghong Hotel.
After wandering around the county town for more than two hours, buying some food and supplies, I figured it was about time and returned to Jinghong Hotel.
Find Fatty Nie and have him take you to the kitchen to get fish balls.
Qin Aijun promised to help make the fish balls; Jinghong Restaurant has the machines, so it's convenient and quick.
Otherwise, if you take it home to cook, it will take most of the day to chop the fish and meat.
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