The man looked around to see if he could spot any cameras or anything, then asked Old Mo, "Are they filming a video?"
Old Mo shook his head blankly: "What do you mean?"
"No."
"Anyway, I didn't see any cameras, nor did I see them using their phones."
Someone asked in a low voice, "Do you suspect they're faking it?"
The man nodded.
Old Mo chuckled: "What are you thinking about?"
Why would someone fake it?
"It couldn't have been something they did just to impress us, could it?"
Upon hearing this, the man blushed and shook his head, saying, "I...I was overthinking it."
No one else meant to make fun of him.
Because they simply can't laugh right now.
They used to be very proud of themselves for catching so many fish, and they treated Wu An and his group as a joke.
result.
They're the joke.
Mr. Mo was very happy.
Watching these people make a fool of themselves is hilarious; they can laugh about this for half a year.
As expected, the smile doesn't disappear, but it can shift.
They whispered and then saw Wu An return. One of them couldn't hold back and asked, "Handsome, there were rumors that Pan Shui Keng just made a fortune. Was that you guys?"
Wu An nodded, and A Qing walked over with a grin, saying, "Oh dear... we hid so well, but you still found out."
"No wonder he's a fisherman, he has a sharp eye."
Wu An told him to stop talking nonsense and come over to help. The two of them then pulled another snakeskin bag out of the pit.
Aqing asked, "Brother, is there any more?"
Wu An shook his head: "That's all, just these few bags."
The two men walked over, carrying their snakeskin bags, talking and making the fishermen speechless.
"I'm calling the police!"
"These two little brothers are really good at showing off."
"I highly doubt they're here to buy goods!"
"Who was it that tried to persuade them to go fishing with us before?"
"Damn, are you trying to desecrate my corpse? Are you trying to slap me in the face? Are you helping someone else slap me in the face?"
Old Mo reminded him, "Let's stop chatting here and hurry over."
The fishermen also went over.
Old Fang had all the necessary tools, so he could sort and weigh the goods on the spot, without Wu An and the others having to go to the market with him.
Everyone moved very quickly.
Seafood is different from other things; if there is even a slight delay, a whole bunch of it could die.
The dead and the living will naturally not fetch the same price.
Soon, Wu An and his team finished sorting and weighing their catch, and Lao Fang called Wu An over to the truck to settle the accounts.
I typed on the calculator for quite a while.
The total arithmetic sum is yuan.
Crabs and tiger crabs made up the majority of the market, with the larger ones reaching 200 yuan per jin (500g) and the smaller ones 160 yuan per jin.
Secondly, there are shrimp and crab.
On the contrary, the earth dragons didn't sell for much money, mainly because not many were caught; only seven or eight were caught.
Wu An kept one of the fish that had been exchanged for Old Mo's, as well as the largest earth dragon, intending to present them to his father as a filial offering.
If I make a soup, my dad definitely won't be able to finish it, but the rest of the family can have some.
The reason it can be sold at such a high price is that, besides its high nutritional value and medicinal effects, it must also taste amazing.
Old Fu was also eager to try his luck and wanted to take one to make wine, offering to offset his wages with the proceeds.
In the end, only four earth dragons were sold to Lao Fang, who told Wu An to get more next time.
Wu An happily agreed.
They did the math.
The anglers had just finished sorting their catch. The fishing was good today, and they caught quite a few fish. The person who caught the least received six or seven hundred yuan, while the person who caught the most received two thousand yuan.
This is better than working a regular job!
If you're lucky enough, you can easily earn the equivalent of a month's salary for an average worker by fishing.
Although the situation in China is very good now, ordinary workers, without overtime pay, normally only earn two or three thousand yuan a month.
Even if you work overtime in the factory, working more than ten hours a day, you can only earn six or seven thousand yuan a month at most.
Actually, this salary is quite good.
Why?
However, as a reborn individual, Wu An knew very well that for the next ten years or so, his salary would remain the same.
Everything is going up in price, except wages, which are stagnating.
If you can earn this much money nowadays, buying a house isn't a big burden.
If we wait until housing prices skyrocket before buying...
Just making a down payment can empty several wallets, and you'll be burdened with a mortgage for life.
Wu An is very fortunate that he has never experienced this kind of pressure in either of his lives.
In my previous life, I simply couldn't afford it; in this life, I've already bought so much.
Anyway, I'll never work for someone else in my entire life.
The other anglers were initially quite happy.
But you know, everything is afraid of comparison.
The money all of them made combined was less than a fraction of what Wu An and his group made from their catch.
What's with the happiness?
Ah Qing whispered, "Brother, these fishermen aren't just showing off like idiots; they actually have some skills."
"So many fish were caught in such a short time."
"And I noticed that none of them seemed very satisfied with their catch, even though they usually catch quite a lot of fish."
"It's fortunate that we came to a pond, otherwise we would have been able to keep the upper hand. If we were fishing, there would have been a slight chance that we would have lost to them."
Wu An nodded and said, "You've become sensible."
Aqing greeted Old Mo and said, "Old Mo, you guys are really good at fishing."
"When you came over and said you'd take us fishing, I thought you were just talking nonsense. But it seems you really intend to make us rich together."
Where do you usually go fishing? Do you have any favorite fishing spots? Can you tell us?
He was genuinely praising her.
But the anglers interpreted these words differently, as if they were being sarcastic or sarcastic.
What bad intentions could Aqing possibly have? Anyone who enjoys fishing knows how important a good fishing spot is. Aqing was thinking that if she had the chance to fish, she would have more options.
Old Mo's lips twitched: "Who was it that said they were going to take people fishing? Tell me yourself."
The man's face turned red and his neck turned blue; he couldn't speak for a long time.
What are you saying?
Saying anything will only bring shame upon yourself.
Aqing was somewhat dissatisfied: "Big brother, really?"
"Are you that stingy?"
"Were you just saying you'd take us fishing when you were just making small talk?"
That person felt so frustrated he wanted to die.
Okay, okay.
I'm in my forties, so please forgive me for being so immature.
Please, please.
Stop targeting me alone.
Looking at the constipated expression on the man's face, Wu An couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
He waved his hand and explained that it was more like rubbing salt into someone's wound.
The others laughed along with them.
A smile not only moves, but it also spreads and intensifies!
After a round of cigarettes, the group of people were smoking and chatting quite amicably.
after all.
There was no enmity between them to begin with.
The fishermen were all very magnanimous; they only got what they deserved when Aqing mocked them so closely.
After finishing a cigarette.
They exchanged contact information and then went their separate ways.
Wu An was riding his bike when his phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Yu Kailang calling. He immediately stopped the bike and answered the call.
If Yu Kailang calls, it must be something important to say.
We can't afford to delay.
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