Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, Xiao Su tugged at Wang Dabao's arm, signaling him to put on his cotton-padded coat quickly so he wouldn't get cold.
After Wang Dabao finished dressing, Xiao Su glanced at Yan Bugui's expectant eyes and slowly spoke.
"Brother Da Bao, you might not know this, but Aunt Zhang loves to eat fish. How about we send some fish to Aunt Zhang?"
The Aunt Zhang that Xiao Su mentioned was Zhang Guiqin, the wife of Section Chief Hu. It was Aunt Zhang who initially wanted to introduce the two of them.
"Okay, let's go there now."
Wang Dabao readily agreed, then took a hemp rope from Yan Bugui's small bucket and threaded it through the fish's gills.
The surroundings were noisy, and Yan Bugui didn't hear what Xiao Su and Wang Dabao were saying at all. He only came over when he saw Wang Dabao carrying the fish and about to leave.
"Da Bao, how about you ask your sister-in-law to stew this fish for you..."
"No need for formalities, Lao Yan, this fish already has an owner."
Wang Dabao smiled at Yan Bugui, thinking to himself that he would have to teach this old guy a lesson later, as he had been a bit unclear about his stance lately.
"Alright, Lao Yan, you keep fishing, we're leaving."
After Wang Dabao finished speaking, he carried the fish in one hand and pulled Xiao Su away with the other.
Yan Bugui watched Wang Dabao's departing figure, or more accurately, the large bluefish in Wang Dabao's hand, and felt a pang of pain in his heart!
If you didn't agree to lend someone your fishing rod, shouldn't the fish be yours?
Even if Wang Dabao didn't have the title of head of the security department, given his previous behavior in the compound, he wouldn't dare to ask for a share of the fish.
After all, he was the only one of the three old men who hadn't been slapped by Wang Dabao.
This record must be kept!
However, before Yan Bugui could recover, his fishing buddy, who was familiar with him, had already come up to him.
"Teacher Yan, how about this? I'll trade you half a jin of grain coupons for this ice hole. If I don't catch anything, it's not your fault, it's just my bad luck!"
"You think you can get this much with just half a jin of grain coupons? Old Chen, you're dreaming. I'll offer a jin..."
“I saw the whole thing with that young man fishing. He caught a fish almost immediately after casting his line, and you only give him one pound of grain coupons? Isn’t that bullying?”
"That's not right. At worst, we can all just dig a hole in the side."
Yan Bugui hesitated for a moment, but ultimately resisted the temptation and went to the man who had just asked for a pound of grain coupons.
"Old Zhou, I've thought about it, so I'll give you a pound of grain coupons and this ice hole where the fish are caught."
Yan Bugui's face showed a look of reluctant reluctance.
However, the other party's attitude almost made Yan Bugui vomit blood.
"Old Yan, you actually took it seriously? Everyone was just teasing you. Didn't you see Old Chen went to get his awl, ready to drill a hole in the ice just two or three meters away from you?"
Yan Bugui turned his head and almost burst into tears from anger.
Old Zhou, who had just been shouting that he would exchange half a jin of grain coupons for an ice hole, was now running this way with an ice pick on his back.
Yan Bugui calmed himself down. It didn't matter if no one offered to exchange the tickets. He would catch another big fish in the ice hole that Wang Dabao had carved. Even if someone offered to exchange the tickets for a hundred catties, he wouldn't pay any attention to them.
With this in mind, Yan Bugui tidied up his fishing rod, sat on the small bucket, and began to concentrate on fishing.
Little did he know that Wang Dabao had gone to great lengths with technology to catch this fish, using countless large fish from the other side of space, almost driving all the fish in Shichahai Lake to this side.
The fish have long since scattered, so it will be difficult for Yan Bugui to catch them now.
Wang Dabao would occasionally glance at Xiao Su with amusement on the way.
Xiao Su pouted and said coquettishly, "Why are you staring at me like that?!"
"You're so beautiful, can't I even take a few more glances?" Wang Dabao laughed. "I didn't expect you to be so efficient, Susu. If you hadn't stopped me, I think Yan Bugui would have come over and snatched the fishing rod."
Xiao Su rolled her eyes at Wang Dabao: "I'll take that as a compliment."
He then sighed and said, "Actually, my family used to live in a tenement. We knew all about the neighbors' little schemes. My mother was shy and embarrassed to say anything, and my father was always busy with factory work. They toughened me up."
Wang Dabao nodded in agreement, "She looks quiet and gentle, but she's actually a tomboy at heart."
"Tomboy?"
Xiao Su looked up at Wang Dabao in surprise.
Wang Dabao was startled. The term "tomboy" didn't exist in this era, and it was definitely not a compliment.
"It doesn't mean what you think. It means that a girl has a strong inner core despite her appearance."
Although Xiao Su understood what Wang Dabao meant by "tomboy," she still couldn't help but pinch his arm, making Wang Dabao wince in pain.
The two chatted and laughed as they entered the cadre family quarters.
Carrying a 20-pound bluefish, they knocked on Section Chief Hu's door, startling Section Chief Hu's wife, Zhang Guiqin.
After Xiao Su explained, Zhang Guiqin finally understood the reason and couldn't help but marvel at Wang Dabao's good luck.
Given the relationship between Section Chief Hu and Wang Dabao and Xiao Zhenguo, Zhang Guiqin did not refuse the kindness of the two young men.
After politely declining the invitation to stay for lunch, Wang Dabao pulled Xiao Su out of the family dormitory building.
It was still a bit early before lunchtime, and Xiao Su led the two to a trust store.
The shop was right on the street. Wang Dabao had passed by it before and thought he would come and take a look when he had time. But he never expected that "when he had time" would be during his date with Xiao Su.
At this time, trust shops were similar to pawnshops before, containing all sorts of things, of varying quality, mostly junk, but also some high-quality treasures.
The owners of trust shops all have their own channels, and the really good stuff is never displayed openly.
The result is that it gives customers who come in to look for bargains the false impression that there is only junk here.
These days, antiques and collectibles aren't worth much, and the market isn't circulating widely, making the entire industry appear extremely sluggish to outsiders.
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