"Comrade Feng Ye, there's no need to do it. Let's go back now," Jiang Dequan stopped him.
"Going back now, not going to fish anymore?" Feng Ye was somewhat surprised.
“Yes, let’s not do it today, we’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Jiang Dequan said. “I need to hurry back and call a meeting to put your ideas into writing and submit them, so that things don’t get complicated.”
"Okay then, but we still need to eat, it'll be more than two hours to get back."
“Yes, we need to eat.” Secretary Xiao also said, “Here’s what we’ll do: A-Ye, you go and steer the boat, and I and Lao Luo will take care of the cooking.”
"Alright."
Feng Ye had just turned around and taken two steps toward the driver's seat when he turned back and said, "I forgot something. Shouldn't we make a mark so we don't waste time looking for it later?"
"Of course."
"Officer Fang, could you please go down there again and tie the rope to the warship below?"
Feng Ye went to the cabin, found a buoy, tied it with a rope, and handed it to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi took the buoy and rope, and without saying much, put on his diving equipment and jumped into the sea.
After he returned, Feng Ye piloted the Rising Sun back to port, leaving only a buoy floating on the sea, bobbing with the waves.
The five fishing boats watching the commotion were some distance away and couldn't hear the conversation from the Rising Sun, so they naturally didn't understand why they were returning to port so early.
But since there was no more excitement to be had, they scattered like birds and beasts.
However, instead of returning to port immediately, they moved away from each other and began trawling operations in the nearby waters.
A trip out to sea requires a lot of diesel fuel, and since it's still early, we can at least haul in two more nets.
Even if I don't make a lot of money, I can at least make back the cost of the diesel fuel.
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