"Yes, I've already informed Lao Wang and Lao Zhang. They said they plan to sell their homestead. Lao Wang's daughter bought a house in the city, and his son-in-law is a seaman. He's preparing to move in the next few days."
"Old Zhang's daughter immigrated overseas, and his son is doing business in the city with a car and a house. He's very busy. If we ask him to go and take care of his grandson, he'll want to sell his house."
Mingjing was overjoyed as she listened. She hadn't expected Old Wang to be so easy to talk to; she had thought she would have to argue with him.
"Dad, didn't Old Wang say anything? His daughter isn't coming?"
"Oh, he said his daughter is coming."
Old Wang's daughter, Wang Xiao, is twenty years old and exceptionally beautiful. Perhaps due to genetics, she has never developed and is as flat as a steel plate.
So the villagers called her Iron Man.
Later, to avoid being laughed at, she secretly started a relationship with a bachelor sailor who was fifteen years older than her, and even got pregnant. Surprisingly, she was doing quite well.
He just doesn't like going back to the island much, and he only sees her a few times a year. The original owner of this body only saw her once.
"Alright then, I'll go find them after I finish eating. Are they in the village right now?"
"What's the rush? Buying a house is a big deal. We can't show that we're in a hurry. I just mentioned it to them. They'll come to us to talk to us when the time comes. That way, it'll be easier to negotiate. We can't let people see what we're thinking, or you'll get ripped off."
Mingjing nodded in agreement; indeed, experienced people are different.
"Dad, you're amazing," Mingjing said, giving a thumbs up.
Ming Dahai snorted coldly, glancing at Mingliang, "Hmph, what's the use of being powerful? He still has a spendthrift son."
"Dad, I won't do it again. I will definitely be a good son to you from now on."
Mingliang scratched his head sheepishly. Seeing his son's expression, Mingdahai didn't know whether to believe him or not, so he just nodded to brush it off.
"What should we do with these abalone beads?" Mingjing pondered. A single abalone bead costs a lot of money, and buying them would indeed be a huge sum of money, but if they were kept, they might be able to get a promotion in the future.
"Why sell it? Keep it for Mingliang's wife, consider it a family heirloom," Ming Dahai said, handing it to Sun Yunmei and telling her to keep it safe.
Like Mingjing, she rolled up her sleeves and went to the pool, which was made of pig troughs and was quite useful for raising things.
"Dad, I've cooked all these mussels. I'll take them and share them with everyone. They were all involved in this, so we need to shut them up."
People's hearts are unpredictable. If they go around spreading rumors, she won't be able to explain herself. It would be good to bribe them with something nice to ease the tension.
Mingjing cooked the remaining mussels, lame crabs, and eels into dishes.
I was originally thinking of keeping the eel for myself, but then I thought that giving it to the villagers to earn appreciation points would also win back their goodwill, so it wouldn't be a bad thing.
On this day, apart from the Qian family and Ming Dashan's family, almost everyone in the village was very happy. They usually couldn't bear to eat white eels, but now that someone was giving them to them, they couldn't be happier.
This makes everyone think that Mingjing must have caught a lot of big stuff, which is why they don't care about these little things.
In their free time, everyone gathered together to discuss that next time, even if Mingjing had to go to the toilet, they would have to come along.
After finishing their meal, Mingjing originally intended to talk to Lao Wang and Lao Zhang about the house, but remembering Ming Dahai's instructions, she turned around and went to the beach instead.
As soon as the villagers saw that she was going to the beach, they immediately grabbed buckets and followed her. Mingjing felt like a gorilla in a zoo. If she could, she would definitely be like Diunaxing.
After wandering around the village, Mingjing returned home. Bored at home, he thought about contacting the seafood restaurant owner in town to pave the way for his future business.
While the Ming family was still taking a nap, Mingjing remembered the big boss she had met last time and went directly to the seafood restaurant to find Dong Li, hoping he could help organize a gathering and treat the big shots to a meal.
The seafood restaurant wasn't crowded at the moment. Dong Li was idly listening to the radio at the counter, which was playing Aaron Kwok's songs.
Upon seeing Mingjing, he assumed there was something good and immediately stood up, saying, "Mingjing is here, please sit down."
"Uncle Dong, we're out of stock today, I just came to see you." Mingjing put down the two wild bass she was carrying and handed them to Dong Li.
"Look at me? These two wild bass are quite large, and things are probably not simple."
"Yes, Old Zhao on our island got into some trouble and was arrested. The villagers still buy seafood from his son, and the prices are lower. I think the village doesn't have many seafood resources."
"You can't possibly consume that much food. You know a lot of big bosses, like those from last time. I'd like you to help me organize a gathering and introduce me to some."
Upon hearing this, Dong Li hurriedly waved his hand, "The bosses I have under my wing might not be able to come either."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingjing realized that he had been presumptuous. This was like looking for a better opportunity while still employed, sharing his own things with his peers, which no one would be willing to do.
Just as Mingjing was about to speak, Dong Li picked up the phone and dialed, "Boss Song, how have you been lately? I don't have anything good today. My niece wants to open a collection station. Do you think we could get together sometime?"
"They're hauling big trucks every day. I figure I can't let you miss out on making money. Do you have time to come and take a look?"
"You're coming directly to me? That's great, let's make a fortune together."
Mingjing was surprised that Dong Li was actually willing to make an introduction for her; he seemed like a good person.
After hanging up the phone, Dong Li laughed and said, "Song Renli is the head of a seafood restaurant in the city. He has access to resources from all the major restaurants in Beijing. If I have leftover food, just contact him."
Dong Li readily wrote down Song Dali's address and handed it to Mingjing, saying, "Those bosses before were all snobs, and the seafood they wanted was too high-end; they didn't even look at the ordinary stuff."
Song Dali doesn't have any other hobbies, he just likes collecting high-quality goods, like ginseng and sea cucumbers. Take some with you."
"Uncle Dong, you are simply my savior."
"Oh, no need to be so polite, we're all family." Dong Li smiled and quickly corrected himself, realizing what he had said, "I meant we're all friends."
"But there's one thing to be clear about: you can't let them leave me after you've got them. My price is no worse than the one in the city."
Mingjing smiled and nodded. Dong Li had introduced her to his connections, so she owed him a favor and couldn't possibly be ungrateful and run away.
Once she actually opens the receiving station, we'll sell him more seafood.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Dong Li and reaffirming her stance, Mingjing decided to go to the city to find Song Dali.
"Uncle Dong, is Xie Jun'an here? I want to go to the city to take a look now."
Dong Li shook his head. "He went back to his unit. His leave is over, and I don't know when he'll be back next time."
Hearing this, Mingjing was still a little disappointed. She turned her head to look at the Pikachu parked at the door and sighed.
She knows how to drive a car, but she doesn't have a driver's license. Driving without a license is probably not a good idea. I should have brought the motorcycle instead.
"Then I'll go to the city myself."
After saying goodbye to Dong Li, Mingjing took a black cab to the city. It cost forty yuan to get to the seafood market, where she bought a box of high-end ginseng and went to Song Renli's seafood restaurant.
Congzhong Restaurant.
Mingjing stood at the entrance, looking around the restaurant. It had two floors and wasn't considered high-end, but there were quite a few customers.
Luxury cars kept coming and going at the entrance; the restaurant was in a bustling downtown area, so it was quite lively.
Guided by the waiter, Mingjing saw through the window that a plump woman was sitting at her workstation, rapidly pressing buttons on a calculator.
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