After the wild perch was slaughtered, Mingjing picked up half of the fish head and threw it onto the electric scooter.
"Boss Xie, we're going home now," Mingjing said as she left.
"Does President Bai also live with you?" Xie Jun'an asked, still concerned.
"I'm going back today, Mingjing. Once I've finalized the design, I'll definitely ask you to take a look," Bai Xiaoye said, speaking with composure and grace.
"It's nothing. Keep an eye on the house for me. Call me if you find a suitable one, otherwise it's fine."
Mingjing and Bai Xiaoye exchanged a few words and then parted ways.
After the group left, Dong Li patted his son and instructed him, "If you had come any later, your wife would have run off with someone else, that Mr. Bai, a big boss from Hong Kong, and Mingjing's brother."
"Build a good relationship with him, even if he looks like he's been shot."
"What elder brother? I don't think he has good intentions."
"Don't talk nonsense. They are rich and powerful, with better family background, education, and interpersonal skills than you. Your only advantage is that you live nearby. Why don't you hurry up and make a move?"
"What's mine is mine, and what's not mine can't be taken away."
Xie Junan carried his luggage upstairs.
...
On the road, the rain lessened considerably, with Mingliang driving and Mingjing sitting in the back.
"Mingjing, who do you think is better, Xie Junan or Bai Xiaoye?"
"What are you thinking? Drive properly."
Mingjing was still thinking about the pearl she had just given away.
Actually, this kind of thing among big bosses isn't really a secret, at least it's quite common in men's circles. It's just that Mr. Ma is straightforward, which makes things awkward for everyone.
It seems their relationship will become strained in the future.
They arrived home quickly, and Mingjing handed over her wages, but Sun Yunmei still kept some for her.
Sun Yunmei is almost indifferent to this money now, because Mingjing always brings back tens of thousands of yuan every time he goes out.
"Young Master Bai hasn't returned?" Sun Yunmei asked, pouring tea.
“He’s back in Hong Kong. Big shots come and go quickly. Oh, and Xie Junan is back. He said he’s retired from the military,” Mingliang blurted out.
Mingjing changed the subject, "Mom, I shared the rest of the fish and crabs with my aunt. I remember she made some really delicious fish tea."
"OK."
Sun Yunmei remembered something else and said, "Mingjing, you said you gave those flyers to your sister-in-law and your aunt, and they said that some people actually inquired about the house, but nothing came of it."
"Take it slow. If someone asks, just take her to see it. It will become a habit in time."
While Sun Yunmei was out, Mingjing took out five hundred and gave it to Mingliang, and then took out another five hundred and gave it to Mingyue.
They were all her own brothers, and she didn't want to cause them to fall apart.
"Sister, you..." Mingyue said, somewhat surprised as she held the money.
These days, she sees Mingjing taking money and feels a little longing for it, but that money is her sister's due, and she is not used to suddenly receiving a share of the money herself.
"You all have a share of this money, so take it and spend it, but don't tell Mom and Dad. They'll be upset if they find out. Keep it safe."
Mingliang nodded, "Girl, I've wronged you before, I'll definitely change from now on."
"What are you whispering about?" Ming Dahai asked as he entered the room.
The two quickly hid the money and turned to go back into the house.
"It's nothing. I wanted to ask how things are going with the ship," Mingjing said with a smile.
"Wow, it's quite a scene today. Now everyone in the village knows that the matter is related to the village chief, and the news has spread to every household."
"Old Zhao even went to Zhang Ping and made a scene, telling him on the spot that the boat had been intercepted by Ming Lao Er and Zhang Ping. What do we do now?"
Ming Dahai sat down and took a sip of hot water.
"No rush, the boat will be in our hands in a couple of days. We won't rent it this time, we'll buy it. Just tell us that then..."
Mingjing and Mingdahai discussed it for a long time.
"Understood. The Song family is unethical, so we won't be polite to them either."
Dinner was made with that big wild bass. After dinner, it was still drizzling outside, and Mingjing lay on the bed to rest.
By then, televisions already existed, and she wondered if she should go to town to buy some new appliances. Without a refrigerator, the fish in her house wouldn't keep, and without a television, it would be very boring.
Just as Mingjing was about to fall asleep, the phone suddenly rang.
It is Xie Jun'an.
Xie Junan asked if that big wild bass was enough to eat, and if not, he would send Mingjing another one.
"I sold it to you, and you're giving it back to me? Xie Jun'an, what are you planning?"
"What could I mean? I'm just worried you haven't eaten enough. Hey, next time you have fish, just give me a call and I'll come pick you up—no, I mean pick you up from the fish."
"Oh, nothing else, I'm hanging up."
Mingjing hung up the phone. She knew Xie Junan's thoughts, but she didn't want to be in a relationship. What's better than making money?
...
In the morning, the rain outside kept dripping. Mingjing got up and checked her luck stat, which was steadily at sixty.
Opening the window, it was gloomy outside, the air was damp, and Mingjing felt wet all over.
She hadn't gone to get the fish trap yet, but given the weather, she decided to wait until it cleared up.
"Sister, get up quickly, something's happened outside!" Mingyue rushed in.
Mingjing stood at the door for a moment, then revealed a wicked smile. "Go and take a look."
On the way, Mingjing ran fast and took a moment to ask, "What's wrong?"
"Old Zhao and the village chief got into a fight, and it seems like Second Uncle was there too."
When Ming Dahai saw his two daughters running out in a panic, he grabbed his wife and chased after them.
"What happened?"
"Old Zhao and the village chief got into a fight, I'm going to take a look."
Ming Dahai knew what was going on and muttered, "Serves him right!"
"How did they fight?" Sun Yunmei asked curiously.
"There are only two people in Old Zhao's family, but the village chief's family has many. I just saw a group fight."
"Outnumbering the weak? Uncle didn't step in?" Mingliang interjected.
"My second uncle was trying to break up the fight."
Mingjing curled her lip. Ming Dashan was always such a sly old fox, never getting involved in anything bad.
"Grandpa, you've left me behind," Minglei said as he ran out quickly.
Ming Dahai picked up his grandson and ran towards the village chief's house.
At that moment, a group of people surrounded the village chief's house. Ming Lao Er was standing at the door of Zhang Ping's house. He saw the two fighting but did not intervene and tried to persuade them.
"Stop hitting him, stop hitting him."
Old Zhao was outnumbered and outgunned, and was pinned to the ground and beaten by the men Zhang Ping had called.
"What's going on?" Mingjing asked Lao Wang, seeing that the situation was not what she had expected.
“Old Zhao and his son are no match for Zhang Ping. He has powerful backers. Just now, he went to call his brother over.”
"You're too late, Lao Wang. Lao Zhao beat up Village Chief Zhang first, and he brought a few men with him. Now those men have gone home to call for reinforcements."
Mingjing stood in the crowd, feeling smug.
"Mingjing, I must say your move was quite clever. You killed him without drawing blood, but your second son is living the high life now. You didn't expect that, did you?" Old Wang mocked.
"Go away, don't talk nonsense, I don't know anything about it," Mingjing said, standing a little further away as if to absolve herself of any responsibility.
Old Wang chuckled and patted Ming Dahai on the shoulder, "You little rascal, you've really become one with the devil. I'm a law-abiding citizen, so don't misjudge me or wrong me in the future, I can't take it."
Old Zhao was usually well-liked in the village. When they saw him being beaten, several people went to break up the fight. Ming Dashan also pretended to lend a hand and offered a few words of advice.
It would have been better if they hadn't tried to persuade him; the attempt to do so only fueled the fire, which then spread to Ming Lao Er.
"You're a damn good guy, but you're the one who instigated it. You're no good either."
After saying that, Old Zhao grabbed Ming Dashan and started hitting him. Zhao Dali, who was young and strong, kicked Zhang Ping aside and helped his father beat up Ming Lao Er.
Seeing that the father and son were about to suffer a loss, Zhao Dali picked up a brick from the ground and smashed it on his own head.
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