"Don't worry, I'll tell your aunt when I get back. She's so regretful too. Originally... sigh, never mind. Second brother, you're such a good person."
Duan Chunsheng looked helpless when talking about his family. When Ye Cheng first lent him money, he only lent him 3,000 yuan, which was almost enough.
Over this period of time, Duan Yong has been the only one in the family earning money, and he spends it all on himself, resulting in significant household expenses.
He was fed up with the feeling of only spending and not earning, and he had scolded his wife several times.
If he can't raise the money, he might have to go to work as a laborer on a construction site in the city; he doesn't want to live a life away from home.
Fortunately, Ye Cheng is now willing to lend him money. With a boat, the family will have income and can start a normal life again.
Besides, Ye Cheng borrowed money at such a low interest rate.
If it's 10,000 yuan, with 1,000 yuan in interest per year, I can definitely pay it off within five months, so the interest will be less than 500 yuan.
I'm speechless.
These villagers are always talking behind Ye Cheng's back, saying he's bad in this way and that way, but the one who can truly help them is Ye Cheng.
After thanking Ye Cheng, Duan Chunsheng walked a little further away and started gathering seafood on his own.
"Brother, why are you thinking of lending money to his family again?" Xiao Hu asked curiously.
"We're all from the same village. If they're doing well, I don't mind helping them out. But if they're going to show off, then so be it."
Since Ye Cheng said so, Xiao Hu had no objections.
The two continued beachcombing for another hour, but they hadn't caught anything, so they packed up and prepared to go back.
We reaped quite a harvest this time. Luckily, Duan Chunsheng brought a snakeskin bag, otherwise we probably wouldn't have been able to fit even the coconut snails.
"Uncle, we're going back. Aren't you going back? It's getting late," Ye Cheng called out to Duan Chunsheng in the distance.
Duan Chunsheng looked up at the sky and nodded. "Then I'll go back too. There's nothing left to pick up."
The three of them gathered together. Ye Cheng looked at Duan Chunsheng's haul: a large bucket full of shrimp, and the rest were odds and ends. He figured he could sell it for a maximum of 100 yuan.
Looking at my own side, there are three sacks full of coconut snails alone, plus mantis shrimp and swimming crabs, it's really incomparable.
The three of them tied up the snakeskin bags and carried the things out of the grove together. Ye Cheng's motorcycle was parked by the roadside, and Duan Chunsheng's bicycle was next to it.
After putting their things away, Ye Cheng took Xiao Hu and rode his motorcycle back first, agreeing to withdraw the money from Duan Chunsheng after the competition the next day.
After returning home, it was almost midnight. Ye Cheng left the things at Xiao Hu's house and told Xiao Hu to take them to Boss Qian's place to sell the next day, as he still had to participate in the qualifying rounds of the fishing competition.
It was Ye Cheng's first time participating in such a competition, and he was a little nervous, so he didn't sleep well all night.
Around six o'clock, he got up, took a hot shower, and immediately felt refreshed and less greasy.
I opened the system and took a look:
Luck: 10+20
Points: 350
Deposits: 12,000
Seeing this luck stat, Ye Cheng's face darkened. Damn it, this was done on purpose, wasn't it?
Knowing full well that I was in a competition today, I only got a 10-point luck value. If it weren't for my 20-point bonus, I would have been useless today.
With only a total of 30 points of luck bonus, Ye Cheng felt that even passing the qualifying rounds would be difficult given his actual skill level.
How about I ask for a day off?
Ye Cheng thought about it and decided to let it go. He figured he'd just let things be as they were. Besides, he'd been fishing for two days and was starting to get the hang of it. Even though his casting wasn't great, he was definitely catching fish.
Why think so much? Just do it.
Of course, because of this luck stat, Ye used all his points to buy fish bait as insurance. With over 60 fish baits, he should be able to catch over 100 fish if his luck stat was high.
My luck is low right now, but with 60 baits I should be able to catch at least 20 fish. I'll give it my all, damn it.
A little after 7 o'clock, Ye Cheng set off with his fishing rod and water tank. Everything else was fine, except that the water tank seemed a bit too big.
Next time I fish more, I'll need to buy a more professional fishing box; my current one looks like I'm selling fish at a market.
Riding his motorcycle, Ye Cheng headed straight for Siliang Mountain.
When we arrived, it was already 7:50. Although the scene wasn't exactly packed with people, there were still about a hundred people.
However, the organization was rather loose; they just set up a table as a sign-in desk and handed out numbers to those who signed in.
"Second brother, why are you so late? We won't be able to sign in soon!" Zhao Zhiming spotted Ye Cheng, who was squeezed in the outer circle, and quickly dragged him over.
Ye Cheng gave a wry smile. "I didn't know there would be so many people."
"Here, this is your number plate. I've finished signing you in." Zhao Zhiming handed Ye Cheng a number, like the kind you get for running at a sports meet, but he didn't require you to stick it on your chest; just keep it with you.
"Number 99, Brother Zhao, that's a pretty high number. Are there really that many people participating?"
"Yes, there are more than 120 in total."
Ye Cheng glanced at Zhao Zhiming, who didn't have a number himself. "Aren't you participating?"
Upon hearing Ye Cheng's question, Zhao Zhiming waved his hand, looking arrogant, "I'm in management, responsible for organizing the competition, unlike you guys."
Ye Cheng carefully pinned the number tag to his left sleeve, then rolled his eyes at Zhao Zhiming.
"Is your skill lacking?"
"Bullshit, I'm not as good as you pervert, but I'm still no problem compared to them." Zhao Zhiming (Brother Zhao) was still quite stubborn.
After saying that, Brother Zhao pointed to Ye Cheng's water tank and asked, "Will you take this with you later?"
"Huh? It's not allowed in the competition?"
"It's not that it's not allowed, it's just a bit pretentious, you know?" Brother Zhao pointed to the fish boxes of the other contestants around him.
Most people use small fish tanks, which can hold about ten fish. Ye Cheng's tank can hold twice that size, which is so conspicuous that it could easily attract unnecessary trouble.
Sure enough, Ye Cheng's oversized fish tank attracted the attention of many contestants, who pointed and whispered about it.
Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, Ye Cheng could still guess from their expressions.
Since ancient times, there has been no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. The same goes for fishermen; no one is willing to concede to anyone else.
"Brother Zhao, does this say how to advance?" Ye Cheng asked, determined to understand the rules.
"The top 30 advance, which is about a quarter of the total."
Ye Cheng nodded. "A quarter. There's still hope for today's 30 luck points."
"So how do you advance? Are there any requirements on what kind of fish you need to catch?"
Ye Cheng was really unsure. With a luck value of 30, he definitely couldn't get any grouper. If he really wanted such a high-end fish, he would have to find a way.
"We're not a professional fishing ground, so how could we have regulations about what kind of fish to catch? We just look at the weight. Higher-end fish are charged more for their weight, while other common fish are charged based on both quantity and weight."
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