"Brother, it's 70 yuan per jin." Ye Cheng gestured a number.
"How much? 70? You're ripping me off!" the man said, turning to leave.
"Brother, look at this head, and how fresh it is, it's absolutely perfect."
Ye Cheng took out a tiger prawn and spread it out in his palm. It was lively and jumping around, and it was quite big.
"Brother, seafood is all about freshness and novelty. If you bring a dozen or so when you're entertaining guests, it'll definitely impress them."
Ye Cheng glanced at his older brother's hands; he was carrying quite a few things, so he guessed he was planning to treat everyone to a meal.
The older brother stopped and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Alright, consider it a favor. Give me ten, one for each of us."
"Okay, big brother, I'll choose for you, they're all big ones."
Ye Cheng picked out ten of the larger ones, which weighed a total of 3.4 jin and cost 238 yuan.
"Here, big brother, I'll give you two more prawns. Let them see how big they are, so they can compare."
"Sure, the boss knows how to do business."
The old man standing nearby was stunned. He turned to look at Ye Cheng and asked, "Young man, why aren't you delivering vegetables this time?"
"Grandpa, he's carrying so many groceries, he won't take them even if you give them to him. Besides, only women like to give away such small favors as groceries. What man cares about a few groceries?"
There was no other way; that's how it was when I was working on projects in my previous life—I had to speak human language to human beings and ghost language to ghosts.
One PowerPoint presentation can be presented in a hundred different ways, depending on who you're presenting it to.
The old man's eyes lit up. "Young man, you're a talent! Are you a college student?"
College student, what an old-fashioned term.
University students in this era hadn't completely fallen into the state of later generations; they were still considered a synonym for knowledge.
"What college student? He just worked at the village dock a lot and saw a lot, so he learned how to do it."
Ye Cheng casually made up a story, saying that according to the original owner's identity, he was just a clueless bum.
"Give me some tiger prawns."
"Alright, ma'am, I'll give away vegetables with the purchase of tiger prawns. What kind of vegetables do you want?"
"You even give away vegetables? I'll take the chives, and I'll stir-fry some eggs with them."
...
After selling seafood for two hours, the last remaining grouper was bought by an elderly gentleman wearing glasses who looked very cultured; he was clearly a professor.
He delivered all of the old man's vegetables.
"Young man, thank you so much! It's rare for me to sell all my vegetables so early, hahaha." The old man couldn't stop laughing.
"Grandpa, you don't make much money selling vegetables. Here are a few octopuses for you to take home and eat."
Ye Cheng took out the last bit of stuff from the snakeskin bag. Besides the octopus, there were some unidentified shrimp, barely enough for a meal.
The old man looked at Ye Cheng with a hint of satisfaction, "Young man, you have a very kind heart."
Ye Cheng curled his lip and pretended to be angry, saying, "Grandpa, if you're going to praise someone, just praise them. Why do you have to use the Japanese devils?"
"Okay, okay, this one is true, good and beautiful, right? This one is acceptable."
"Okay, go on, I like this one."
The old man smiled and pointed at Ye Cheng, then started packing up his things. "Hey, young man, are you coming again tomorrow? I still have a lot of vegetables to sell. It would be fun to chat with you while we sell vegetables."
Ye Cheng didn't dislike the old man. He took the vegetables from him, and the old man didn't mention charging extra for them.
"Sir, what I'm selling are all fish that were caught that day. Whether they'll come tomorrow depends on luck."
"Oh, in that case, I'll come here tomorrow to save you a spot, so you won't have nowhere to go when you arrive."
"Alright, sir, don't worry, I've always been very lucky." Ye Cheng held up two fingers and stylishly tapped his forehead.
"Ha, young people really know how to have fun, they even know this pose, I've learned it."
The old man also imitated Ye Cheng by extending two fingers and tapping his forehead.
Ye Cheng laughed and said, "Grandpa, be gentle, I didn't mean for you to knock."
"Oh, oh, that explains why it hurts so much. I'm leaving now, you should hurry up too, look, the management fee collectors are coming over there."
Ye Cheng looked over and, sure enough, there were two men in uniforms, holding receipts, coming from house to house to collect them.
It's just that collecting payments is a bit difficult; nobody wants to pay.
Although Ye Cheng had made a lot of money today, he didn't want to pay this kind of money. He quickly tied his things to the motorcycle and tried to slip away.
"Comrade, pay the management fee." A young voice came from behind.
Ye Cheng turned around and saw a girl in a uniform standing behind him, holding a stack of receipts in her hand.
It must be said that this girl is indeed quite beautiful. She has a clean face, big eyes, a long ponytail, and a slender figure. Although she can't compare to those big stars, she has a natural beauty of her own.
"What are you looking at? If you want to look, go home and look at your mother." The girl was annoyed by Ye Cheng's aggressive gaze.
"She's quite the feisty one," Ye Cheng thought to himself.
"Okay, then you can go back and visit Mom with us?"
When faced with a beautiful woman, Ye Cheng couldn't help but flirt a little; it's just a man's nature.
The girl blushed and gritted her teeth as she said to Ye Cheng, "Comrade, show some respect. It's two yuan, a management fee."
"Okay, I'll pay."
I originally wanted to escape, but when I saw the beautiful woman, I suddenly didn't want to escape anymore.
Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman, let alone a country bumpkin.
Ye Cheng pulled a wad of banknotes from his pocket, a loose pile that he hadn't tidied up when he collected the money.
The girl's eyes widened even more as she looked at how much money Ye Cheng had. "You got all that money from selling vegetables?!"
"Ah, I just sold them off casually." Ye Cheng said smugly, as if it were Versailles.
Ye Cheng took out two yuan from inside and handed it to the girl.
The girl took the money, casually tore off a receipt for him, and before leaving, she said, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll call the police."
After saying that, the girl went on to collect the money from the next customer.
Looking at the girl's graceful figure from behind, with her long ponytail swaying back and forth, Ye Cheng felt a little tempted.
Damn, is spring here?
No way, a man should establish his career before starting a family. This ponytail will only slow down my earning speed.
Ye Cheng quickly slapped himself to bring himself to his senses, then rode away on his motorcycle.
Ye Cheng's stomach was already rumbling by the time he left home early in the morning, and it was already time for breakfast.
He found a roadside breakfast shop, sat down, and ordered a bowl of rice noodles, two spring rolls, and a poached egg.
You've worked so hard, you deserve a treat.
The rice noodle soup without meat or vegetables costs only 3 yuan; it becomes more expensive if meat and vegetables are added.
Sprinkle some chili on top, soak the spring rolls in the broth until they are fully saturated, and take a bite – it's a truly heartfelt treat.
While eating, Ye Cheng summarized what he had learned that day.
Selling seafood at the market is also a viable business opportunity.
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