Ye Cheng smiled faintly and stared at Boss Kong, asking, "Do you have it now?"
Mr. Kong's face stiffened. Indeed, there weren't any available now; it was past the season.
"Ah Yong, bring our crayfish over here," Ye Cheng said, turning to Duan Yong.
Ye Cheng took a crayfish out of the tank and introduced it to Boss Kong.
"Brother Kong, the crayfish here are farmed. I know that farmed seafood is not as expensive as wild seafood, but..."
Ye Cheng paused heavily for a moment, then continued,
"Since Brother Kong also grew up in the countryside, he naturally knows the environment in which crayfish grow. Stinky ditches, the dirtier the ditch, the more crayfish there are, right?"
Mr. Kong nodded with a displeased expression. That was indeed the case, but what about theirs?
"But ours is clean, absolutely free of any dirt, look."
Ye Cheng peeled open the crayfish, pointed to its belly, and said,
"Brother Kong, look, our shrimp have white bellies, unlike those crayfish from the sewers. Their bellies are black, and they might have parasites. Ours are absolutely clean."
Boss Kong reached out, took the crayfish, and examined it carefully. It was indeed clean.
He lowered his head and took out a few more from the water tank; they were all the same.
After reading it, he sat down on a chair and slowly began to speak.
"It is clean, but I sell seafood. If you asked me to sell crayfish, no one would buy them. I would end up with a bad deal."
Old tricks.
Ye Cheng could tell; he was tempted and began preparing to negotiate a lower price.
Duan Yong was still inexperienced. When he heard that they wouldn't accept the money, he immediately panicked and looked at Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng gave him a look, signaling him not to panic.
Then he sat down himself, his expression calm.
"Brother Kong, how could we let this go to waste? It's the only one of its kind in the country. If we can't sell it, we might even be able to help you sell your goods."
Boss Kong narrowed his eyes and stared at Ye Cheng without saying a word.
Ye Cheng remained silent, and the two old foxes simply stared at each other, creating an incredibly awkward atmosphere.
Finally, Boss Kong couldn't hold back any longer, and he said coldly,
"You're the one who said those things. You won't lose money if they end up in my hands."
"We'll cover the costs; we'll take back any that we can't sell."
Upon hearing Ye Cheng's words, Boss Kong immediately changed his expression and smiled.
"Okay, as long as you're willing to guarantee the bottom line, that's fine. You know how tough business is these days, and we've never sold crayfish before."
"I understand, Brother Kong. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any losses."
After exchanging a few words of feigned understanding, Boss Kong put on a warm smile and asked, "So, how much are you planning to sell it for?"
Ye Cheng stretched out his right hand and gestured, "8 yuan per jin."
"Eight yuan!" Boss Kong was taken aback, just like Duan Yong when he heard the price.
"How can these sell? You're just wasting my stall!"
Seeing Boss Kong's surprised expression, Ye Cheng remained unperturbed and calmly said,
"Brother Kong, this is one of a kind, and it's safe. Do you think city people will buy it?"
Boss Kong hesitated for a moment,
"That's too expensive. It used to only cost 3 yuan."
"Brother Kong, don't worry, we'll sell for two days. If it doesn't work out, we'll leave. Is that okay with you?"
Boss Kong's shrewd eyes flashed for a moment, then he pointed at Ye Cheng and said,
"Okay, you said it, we'll only sell for two days, or you can take it back."
Hearing that Boss Kong had finally agreed, Ye Cheng's lips finally curled into a smile.
"Brother Kong, we do business with integrity. How about I have Duan Yong deliver two hundred catties tomorrow?"
Ye Cheng pointed to Duan Yong, who was standing to the side.
"Okay, deliver it before 3 o'clock, otherwise I won't have time."
"No problem, I'll definitely deliver it before 3 o'clock."
After finalizing the time with Boss Kong, Ye Cheng left the half-tank of crayfish there as a sample.
After finishing up here, Ye Cheng took Duan Yong to buy a motorcycle. They couldn't keep walking to deliver goods every morning.
Back in the village, Duan Yong rode his newly bought motorcycle directly to the breeding farm.
The roar of the motorcycle attracted Yuan Jiansheng and He Feiyang. Upon seeing Duan Yong's new motorcycle, the two young men immediately surrounded him.
"Holy crap, Yong, you bought your own motorcycle?" Yuan Jiansheng's eyes gleamed with envy.
Duan Yong patted the motorcycle seat, his face beaming, "How could that be? Brother Cheng bought it for me."
The two turned to look at Ye Cheng, regretting that they hadn't gone into the city with him today.
Seeing how happy the two were, Ye Cheng didn't want to dampen their spirits, so he simply gestured for them to be quiet.
"Your old bike was often ridden by Xiaohu, so we bought you a new one. But don't get too excited yet, this is for you to deliver goods."
Upon hearing the word "delivery," the two realized they had gone into town to discuss business.
"Brother Cheng, have you really finalized a deal with a buyer?"
"Okay, it's 8 yuan per jin. I'll deliver it for two days first, and then we'll see how it goes."
Upon hearing that it had been two days, their eager faces suddenly froze.
"Two days?"
"Let Duan Yong explain the details to you. We'll fish some out tonight, and then the three of you can take turns delivering them. Don't tire out one of you."
After saying that, Ye Cheng asked Duan Yong to explain to them.
Before they had gone far, they heard the three of them exclaiming in surprise.
It's a tough job, as the lobsters are delivered at 3 a.m., we have to leave at 2 a.m., and collect them in the evening.
Ye Cheng and Duan Yong returned after lunch. They had initially thought they would be short on time, but it seemed they had enough.
Ye Cheng called Duan Chunsheng and Xiao Hu, asking them to go out to sea in the afternoon to set up the fish traps so they could collect the goods the next morning.
He then walked into the village committee with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he stepped inside, a burst of stirring opera singing reached Ye Cheng's ears.
Chen Jinhai lay leisurely on the recliner, holding a small radio in his hand, humming along with his eyes closed.
The scene made Ye Cheng pause for a moment, feeling that something was off.
Upon hearing the voice, Chen Jinhai opened his eyes and saw that it was Ye Cheng. His body tensed up involuntarily for a moment, and then he immediately relaxed.
He slowly stood up, calmly looking at Ye Cheng, as if he were just an ordinary villager who had come to handle some business.
"The second brother's here. What's up?"
This isn't right.
Ye Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he frowned slightly. Was this still the village chief who always made a fuss with him?
He seems like a monk who has taken vows.
"Oh, I've come to inquire about a piece of land."
"Another contract?"
"Yes, I want to see."
After a brief conversation, Chen Jinhai led Ye Cheng into the office and they sat down.
"Tell me, which plot of land? Let me see if anyone's there."
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