"So if you're upset, do you just forget about the money?" Old Wang waved the large red envelope in his hand.
Ye Cheng snatched it away, weighed it in his hand, and then opened it again with some unease. It was indeed a thick stack of bills, so he put it away with peace of mind.
While returning it, he said, "Well, this is what I deserve. You still haven't paid back the pig liver powder you owe me."
"Okay, okay, I'll treat you later." Old Wang laughed to himself.
"Uncle Wang." A clear voice came from the side.
Cui Shuran walked over, and a fawning smile appeared on the dead man's face.
"Shuran didn't get first place this time, are you a little upset?" Old Wang teased familiarly.
Cui Shuran pursed her lips indifferently, stubbornly insisting, "It's just luck. Sometimes an eagle flies lower than a hen, but a hen can never fly as high as an eagle."
"Good, good, Shuran is really impressive. No wonder she's a returned overseas student from a prestigious university." Old Wang's face showed an expression of appreciation.
grass!
Ye Cheng turned his head and glanced at this guy. Was he implying that he was a hen?
With his arrogant attitude, calling him an eagle is more like calling him a vulture.
However, Ye Cheng did not expect that Cui Shuran was actually a returnee from overseas. In this day and age, returnees from overseas still had some real skills and knowledge, which was somewhat different from those who left their hometowns in later generations.
The awards ceremony ended quickly, and then it was time to sell the fish.
Ye Cheng's total catch this time:
Spanish mackerel: 1 fish, 185 jin (approximately 92.5 catties).
Red snapper: 1 fish, 2 catties (approximately 1 catties).
Conger eel: 1 piece, 7.5 jin (approximately 3.25 kg).
Cod: 1 fish, 2.1 jin (approximately 1 catties).
Two ribbonfish, weighing 16.2 jin (approximately 8 catties).
Black sea bream: 1 fish, 3 catties (approximately 1.5 catties).
Rat-spotted: 1 piece, 3.1 jin (1.5 catties).
Tiger stripes: 2, 4.4 jin (2.2 catties)
East Star Grouper: 2 pieces, 3.8 jin (1.4 catties)
Ye Cheng originally thought that, like last time, someone would just come and collect the fish and that would be the end of it.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhiming walked over, pointed to the mackerel, and said, "Brother, why don't you hold a live auction for this one? I bet it'll fetch more than what fish buyers sell it for."
"auction?"
Ye Cheng remembered what Wang Ke had told him about the red-spotted fish, saying that it could fetch more money at auction.
Ye Cheng had never tried it before, so it didn't matter; he might as well give it a try.
“Okay, let’s auction it off then.” Ye Cheng nodded.
"Then you and Xiaohu carry the fish upstairs, and I'll go up and preside over the auction. The price will definitely be good, don't worry."
Zhao Zhiming seemed to be very familiar with this routine; he rushed onto the stage and grabbed the microphone.
"Everyone, everyone, look over here, look over here!" Zhao Zhiming shouted, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
"Did everyone see this 185-pound king fish? I have some good news for you all: its owner has sold it. What do you think? Do you support it? Do you want it?"
Ye Cheng was speechless. Damn it, I thought you were so professional, but it turns out you're just a rapper.
However, after he shouted, quite a few people did come over to watch. Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu stood on the stage, not knowing whether to go down or stay on, as if they were the ones being auctioned off.
After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Old Wang also came to stand up. Judging from his position, he was standing at the very front, and the people behind him pushed him half a step, clearly showing that he was the leader.
Damn, this guy is something else.
Cui Shuran also stood below, right next to Lao Wang, looking at the two big monkeys on the stage with disdain.
"This king of fish, a Spanish mackerel, weighs 185 jin (92.5 catties), starting bid is 2000 yuan. Raise your hand if you want it!"
2000 yuan, which is about 10 yuan per catty, is very cheap. According to the price of mackerel, it should sell for 30-40 yuan. According to Ye Cheng's estimate, this fish should sell for about 6000 to 7000 yuan.
"I'll offer 2000!" A hand shot up from the crowd.
"2500!"
"3000!"
"4000!"
"5000!"
"6000!"
After the first person made a bid, a group of people followed suit, creating a surprisingly lively scene that quickly pushed the price up to 6,000.
Based on Ye Cheng's years of experience in online game gold farming groups, he judged that auctions were largely a matter of luck. Generally, once the price reached a generally accepted level, the outcome would be clear; either the price would skyrocket, or everyone would remain silent when questioned.
6,000 yuan is a price that most people agree on, so the rate of price increases slowed down after reaching 6,000 yuan.
"6200".
"6300".
"6500".
Zhao Zhiming had somehow acquired a stick, and he enthusiastically pointed it at the crowd below, loudly hawking his wares.
"6500 already, brothers, is there a higher price? 185 jin! A 185 jin king of fish! You think this is just for selling meat? This is a lucky charm! King of fish! King! Take it back and display it in your shop, it's a living advertisement!"
Such a big advertisement, and it can make money, for only 6500, it's a really good deal! Are there any more?
Old Zhao's persuasive words are quite easy to sway people, but they are also the truth.
The "King of Fish" isn't about how much the fish meat is worth; it's all about creating a buzz.
Just like the annual king of fish in Chagan Lake, which fetches over a million yuan at auction, it's all about the good fortune.
"7000!"
Finally, someone offered a price of 7,000, which put Ye Cheng's mind at ease.
He can accept a price of 7000, but he feels that 6000 is a bit of a loss.
You should know that it took me two hours to catch this.
"7500!"
"8000!"
The price of 8,000 yuan lasted for a minute, and no matter how much Zhao Zhiming promoted it, no one raised the price any further.
8,000 yuan is a lot of money these days. Actually, if there were more people, it might sell for even more. But today is just a small gathering.
"8000, right? 8000 for the first time, 8000 for the second time." Zhao Zhiming had shouted enough and was about to wrap things up.
Just then, a clear, cool, and magnetic voice pierced through the chaotic murmur of conversation, carrying a hint of arrogance as it rang in everyone's ears.
I'll offer ten thousand!
Ten thousand?!
Ye Cheng stood on the stage with his eyes wide open. What kind of idiot is this?
All eyes were on Cui Shuran, who raised his right hand high and looked around like a victorious king.
Damn, so it was this idiot.
Zhao Zhiming was stunned. Wasn't Cui Shuran supposed to dislike Ye Cheng? Why would he pay such a high price to buy this fish?
Old Wang and Jiang Weiyang were also puzzled, wondering what Cui Shuran was doing.
"Shuran, do you want to buy this fish?" Old Wang asked in a low voice.
Cui Shuran nodded respectfully, "Uncle, I'll buy it."
Since they had already spoken, Old Wang didn't ask any more questions.
There was no need to ask about the price of ten thousand anymore; Zhao Zhiming immediately started counting down.
"Ten thousand, for the first time."
"Ten thousand, the second time."
"Ten thousand, third time, sold!"
"Congratulations to our young master Cui for capturing this king of fish."
Cui Shuran walked up casually, had someone give the money to Zhao Zhiming instead of directly to Ye Cheng, then took the microphone from Zhao Zhiming, her voice arrogant.
"I bought this fish to tell everyone that number one will always be with me."
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