After finishing writing the salutation, Feng Ye didn't know where to begin and soon withdrew his pen.
He sat on the stool in a daze for a while, then reached out again, intending to continue writing.
But after thinking about it, he stopped.
After carefully considering it in my mind and having drafted it in my head, I felt that everything was fine before I started writing again.
However, upon seeing Ye Qingling beside him, he paused once again.
Ye Qingling found it extremely amusing to see him hesitate back and forth, refusing to put pen to paper.
"What's wrong with you? It's just writing a letter, is it that hard? It's not like I'm asking you to write an article."
Seeing her grinning, unable to hide her amusement, Feng Ye gave a soft snort: "Get out."
"What's wrong? How am I in your way?"
"Get out, get out. You're disrupting my train of thought."
He put down his pen, stood up, and pushed Ye Qingling out, saying, "I haven't taken a shower yet, hurry up and boil some water for me."
Ye Qingling found his expression even funnier.
"Okay, I'll go boil some water. I really don't want to read your scribbles."
After saying that, she turned and walked out, laughing out loud as she went.
Feng Ye breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down at the table.
With someone watching, he really didn't know how to write anymore; he felt like no matter how he wrote it, it wasn't right.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and continued writing his letter.
"Respected County Chief Hao, hello. I am Feng Ye. It's been almost three months since my last fishing trip at sea..."
He first recounted his previous sea voyage, building rapport, then talked about today's experiences and the atrocities committed on Nagao Island, and finally expressed his concern that someone might use their power to interfere with the judiciary.
Without Ye Qingling beside him, he wrote much more smoothly, but it still took him more than twenty minutes.
He read it through once and felt that the expression was fairly fluent and without any major errors, so he nodded in satisfaction.
I took an envelope out of the drawer, folded the letter a few times, and put it inside.
Then, he picked up a pen and neatly wrote on the envelope, “To General Qin for County Magistrate Hao (to be addressed)”.
He didn't seal the envelope because the letter was also meant for Qin Aijun to see.
Logically, he should have written another letter to Qin Aijun separately, but he decided against it.
That's too much trouble.
Since the content is almost the same, only the salutation is different, so you can just read the same letter.
He took the letter he had written and left the house. He didn't see Feng Jiaqing in the main room, and then he remembered that his father was keeping watch at the workshop and hadn't come back.
He had just turned around and gone back into the house, putting the letter on the table, when Ye Qingling came in as well.
She asked curiously, "Is it finished?"
"Yes, it's finished."
Feng Ye pointed to the letter on the table, "Give the letter to your father tomorrow morning and have him go to Jinghong Hotel to deliver it to President Qin."
He knew that his father would come home for breakfast every morning to save money on breakfast before sending the dried fish to the county.
"You mean you want General Manager Qin to pass it on to County Chief Hao again?"
“Yes, if Dad goes directly to County Chief Hao, he might not even be able to get into the county government building.”
"President Qin is different. He has a special relationship with County Chief Hao. With his help in passing on the message, things will go much more smoothly."
"By the way, tell Dad to let President Qin see the contents of the letter as well."
"knew."
Ye Qingling nodded. "Go take a shower quickly, the water is ready."
"Oh, okay."
Feng Ye took his clothes and went out of the house to fetch water from the kitchen to take a bath.
He's done everything he could; now he can only leave the rest to fate.
I'm going to the police station to give a statement the day after tomorrow, so I should be able to get some information out of Fang Yi.
...
Early the next morning, they went out to sea to retrieve the sticky nets.
They weren't planning to use trawling nets today, but instead brought out 30 gillnets.
Upon arriving at the work area, before dawn, they lowered the fishing nets in the dark and then sailed to retrieve the 30 fishing nets they hadn't had time to collect the day before.
Ah-Can steered the boat slowly, while Feng-Ye stood at the bow, his headlamp shining on the sea as he searched carefully.
We were lucky; it didn't take long before we spotted the white buoy floating on the sea.
"Ah-Can, over there."
He shone his headlamp on the buoy to warn Ah-chan.
"I saw it."
Ah-chan adjusted the direction of the boat and slowly steered it toward the buoy not far away.
Feng Ye stood at the bow of the boat, holding a hook. Once the boat got close, he retrieved the buoy.
He tugged at it, but didn't feel much weight, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
This means there aren't many items available online.
After a whole day and night, there was still so little stock, which gave him a bad feeling that today's harvest wouldn't be very good.
But thinking about it, it's not too surprising, considering we haven't been out at sea for several days.
Ah-chan turned off the machine and came over to help.
"Brother Ye, how are you?"
"This doesn't feel right, let's pull it up and take a look."
As Feng Ye spoke, he wound the net rope onto the rolling wheel.
The entire net was pulled in, just as he had expected.
The catch was pitifully small, only about twenty fish, and none of them were very big; the largest one weighed no more than two pounds.
Seeing this, Ah-chan was extremely disappointed.
"Huh, there seems to be a dead fish?"
He looked closely and found that it really wasn't moving. "It really is dead."
"Let's solve it first and see how fresh it is."
Feng Ye also saw the dead fish.
However, he was not surprised.
It's normal for dead fish to appear in the nets that have been left in the sea for a day and a night.
He untied the fish, opened the gill cover to take a look, and found that the gills were still bright red, which meant that the fish was still quite fresh.
"This one is still fairly fresh. Although it's not worth much, it can still be dried into fish."
"The one I solved is about the same."
After unloading the fish and putting away the nets, they quickly moved on to the next net.
The second net caught more fish, about thirty.
This gave them a glimmer of hope.
Unfortunately, the fish were not very big, and some were dead, but they were all still relatively fresh.
Because of the cold weather, the fish don't spoil as quickly after they die.
Ten nets were cast in succession, but the harvest was not satisfactory. Although the number of fish increased, they were all worthless.
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