These people have no backbone when bidding; don't they know Ye Cheng dislikes trouble?
Sure enough, Ye Cheng frowned slightly and looked at the bosses, saying...
"Everyone, you're going to keep shouting like this until tonight, right? Give me your target price, and if it works out, it works out."
The business owners looked around, each with their own ulterior motives.
"I'll bid 60! If it's higher, I'll pass!" The one who shouted was Boss Zhou, who was also very wealthy.
A price of 60 is not low, considering that this is the price of the whole fish.
Although the internal organs have been removed, there are still many parts that cannot be sold, so the weight of the meat cannot be calculated entirely based on the weight of 350.
At a price of 60, you can still make some profit.
If you keep pushing the price up, you'll only be able to squeeze your profit margins, and if you can't sell immediately, you might even suffer losses.
The other business owners hesitated. They had no customers for such a large order and were afraid of losing it.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Ye Cheng pointed at Boss Zhou.
"Congratulations, Mr. Zhou."
Mr. Zhou's tense expression immediately relaxed. He was afraid that someone else would raise the price, which would have been awkward. It would have been a pity not to buy, but there would have been no profit if he did.
Old He, standing to the side, glanced at Boss Zhou and said in a sarcastic tone,
"Boss Zhou, you've made a fortune this time!"
Boss Zhou chuckled and cupped his hands in greeting to Boss He, "It's just that you didn't get involved, otherwise you would have definitely driven up the price."
"That's right. If Ye Cheng is willing to let me take action, I'll at least add another dollar, hahaha."
After saying that, Lao He laughed to himself.
He was just saying it offhand, one yuan. In his true opinion, he could have added five yuan.
In the end, this swordfish sold for 21,000.
As for the rest, Lao He and Boss Zhou were too embarrassed to part with them, so the other bosses took a share.
The mud crabs sold for over 3,000 yuan, the bluefin tuna sold for 600 yuan, and the rest of the fish sold for less than 2,000 yuan in total.
According to the calculations, the grouper made a total of 10,000 yuan today, which is absolutely a huge profit!
Of the 50,000, Ye Cheng gave 15,000 each to Xiao Hu and Duan Chunsheng, leaving himself with 20,000.
I checked my current savings:
300,000, external debt 10,000, mortgage 300,000
The money and the mortgage are now aligned, but paying off the mortgage right now would be the stupidest thing to do, and Ye Cheng isn't going to be a fool.
It was already 7 p.m. when he got back, and he hadn't eaten dinner. Luckily, Widow Zhang felt sorry for him and was still waiting for him.
"Auntie, what did you make for me tonight? I'm starving." Upon seeing Widow Zhang, Ye Cheng's stomach began to rumble involuntarily.
"Have some paomo. I've prepared all the ingredients. You wash up and I'll cook it for you right away. It won't taste good if it's not freshly cooked."
After Ye Cheng finished washing up, a steaming bowl of paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup) was served. Widow Zhang took Ye Cheng's dirty clothes and left first, leaving Xiao Liang at home unattended.
Paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup) is a dish that people either love or hate.
Fortunately, Ye Cheng likes this kind of food.
Sip some soup, add some glass noodles, and a big slice of incredibly tender stewed beef—it's so comforting.
Originally, there wasn't much beef in the paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup), but Widow Zhang was willing to spend a lot, so Ye Cheng felt there was about half a pound of meat, which was equivalent to three bowls of meat in other people's meals.
Halfway through the meal, Han Xiaotao came over. She came to get the fishing line to reel in, and Ye Cheng asked her to help take the two drift nets back and tidy them up as well.
Han Xiaotao was about to leave with her things when Ye Cheng called her back.
"Would you like some paomo? There's still a lot of beef in it. I can't finish it all by myself. If you don't mind, grab a pair of chopsticks and help me eat some of the meat."
Han Xiaotao blushed at the thought of sharing a bowl with Ye Cheng, lowered her head, pursed her lips, and went inside to get a set of bowls and chopsticks.
Ye Cheng shoveled half a bowl of foam over, then started picking up meat, saying, "There's too much meat here. You're so skinny, eat more."
Han Xiaotao rolled her eyes at Ye Cheng and said defiantly, "I'm not thin. My face just looks thin. I'm fat all over."
Ye Cheng looked him over and said, "Hey, where's the fat? I can't see it."
"It's on my body, of course I can't let you see it," Han Xiaotao said, biting her lip, her face as red as a peach.
Ye Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and his Adam's apple bobbed. Damn, the young widow was quite alluring.
He quickly coughed lightly, "Alright, no matter where you're fat, it's always good to eat some meat."
Han Xiaotao then started eating. She had a small mouth, but she ate quite quickly.
Soon, most of the bowl was gone.
Ye Cheng looked at her with affection and handed her a napkin, saying, "There's still oil on your lips."
Han Xiaotao blushed, quickly took it, and then turned her back to wipe it.
"Now that you have money, can't you eat better?"
"I'm terrified of being poor, so I want to save my money first."
Upon hearing this, Ye Cheng was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
He could only straighten his face and point at Han Xiaotao, saying...
"Next time I check on you, if you haven't eaten meat for a day, don't even think about working for me."
Han Xiaotao's face stiffened, a strange sense of grievance welled up inside her, and her eyes gradually moistened. She quickly turned her back to her.
He rubbed his eyes, nodded vigorously a few times, then stood up abruptly, turned his back, and said,
"Brother Cheng, I'll head back now."
After saying that, without waiting for Ye Cheng to say anything else, he picked up his things and left.
Ye Cheng was completely baffled. What did I say wrong?
Oh well, women sometimes just overthink things.
It wasn't that Han Xiaotao was being sentimental; it was just that no one had cared about her for far too long.
Ye Cheng's words, spoken with a hint of jest, struck her most vulnerable spot, making it impossible for her to stay any longer.
Han Xiaotao looked down at her chest. Cheng Ge probably likes girls who are a little chubby, so she'll eat more.
Han Xiaotao had thought of so many things, but Ye Cheng never expected that he would wake up at almost 8 o'clock the next day, and his arms were still sore when he woke up.
It's all because of money.
I don't plan to go out to sea today; I plan to go into the city to run some errands.
"Brother Cheng, are you up?"
A deliberately hushed voice came from outside.
"Ah Yong, come in, get up."
Ye Cheng came out after getting dressed, and Duan Yong was standing outside, holding a small water tank in his hand.
"The items are all inside, more than 20 in total, all of which were selected from the larger ones."
Ye Cheng opened the lid and looked inside. It was full of crayfish, each one majestic and strong, struggling to crawl out.
"Okay, you can leave it here. I'll go into town and find a place to sell it."
Upon hearing that he was going to promote crayfish, Duan Yong couldn't help but rub his hands together, asking with a hint of trepidation,
"Brother Cheng, how much do you think crayfish can sell for per pound?"
That's a good question.
Ye Cheng hadn't decided either.
Did you bring your ledger?
"I brought it, Brother Cheng. I was afraid you might need it, so I brought it with me." Duan Yong took out the ledger.
"Okay, I'll calculate it myself."
Ye Cheng asked Duan Yong to sit down and wait, then brought over the ledger.
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