After all the catch was collected, Fu Yongning led the Fan brothers to thoroughly search the fishing boat inside and out, securing all the nets and baskets.
Finally, we returned to the lounge.
All of them were covered in sweat.
Fu Yongning immediately took off his vest and shouted, "There's not a breath of wind, they're holding back a big move."
Wu An invited, "Come and sit down, the tea is just the right amount."
Fu Yongning sat down, and before even drinking his tea, he sighed and said, "The total catch on the boat is a little over ten tons."
"It's a pity we encountered a typhoon, otherwise we could have worked for another two days and definitely returned home after the cargo was overloaded."
Aqing and Meiwu also chimed in.
Wu An smiled and offered him some tea.
If we're talking about the person who most wants their account liquidated, it's him.
after all.
He's the one who makes a lot of money.
But that's just how the weather is. Their fishing boats aren't very big, and their wave resistance isn't high enough. If they were large fishing boats of 45 meters or even 70 or 80 meters, they could easily withstand winds and waves of force 7 or 8.
Even if operations cannot be carried out, there is no need to return to base.
If we can withstand the wind and waves, we can continue to work at sea.
actually.
Wu An was upset about being forced to return home due to the typhoon, but not too upset.
He can make money at sea, and he won't be idle when he goes back; there are a lot of things waiting for him to do.
...
Nothing much happened after that, so Wu An took out the cards and let them pass the time.
Several people were puffing away on cigarettes, filling the lounge with smoke.
Wu An got up and went to the cockpit.
Old Fu saw him come in and said, "You'll get home around eight o'clock in the evening."
Wu An nodded: "It's nothing."
"The typhoon won't be here anytime soon."
"We have plenty of time."
Old Fu asked, "Everyone's complaining, haven't they?"
Wu An smiled and said, "Actually, this trip was pretty good. We caught about ten tons of fish, and we only worked for two or three days. We can still make a lot of money."
Old Fu nodded.
Wu An asked, "Old Fu, how's your medicinal wine coming along?"
Old Fu asked with a smile, "What, you want to get a soak too?"
Wu An nodded: "Of course I want to."
“After drinking the medicinal wine you gave me last time, my dad and my neighbor’s uncle both praised it highly. My dad even said that the more medicinal wine you drink, the more energetic you become.”
"I was thinking of making a lot and soaking them, the longer they sit, the better, right?"
Old Fu nodded: "That's for sure."
"When you go home this time, come back with me and take a few more bottles with you."
Wu An said, "Take a few bottles and drink them."
"But I plan to buy a hundred cases of Moutai to make medicinal wine."
Moutai is only a little over a thousand yuan a bottle now, so buying a hundred cases is no problem for him at all. This stuff can even appreciate in value if left unused.
If you really want to make money from Moutai, you still have to buy stocks.
That year, due to policy reasons, Moutai's stock price fell, making it a good time to buy.
He didn't have much spare money before.
Now you can open an account, put some money in and leave it there.
Wu An continued, "The wine is easy to buy, but I'm worried about being ripped off by the medicinal herbs."
In his previous life, he saw on the news that someone was making medicinal wine, but it turned out the medicinal herbs were made of plastic, and he drank it for many years.
There are quite a few pits inside medicinal herbs like ginseng.
Old Fu said, "That's easy. I'll introduce you to a herbal medicine dealer. Although the prices aren't cheap, they're absolutely genuine."
After chatting for more than an hour, Wu An got sleepy, yawned, and went back to sleep.
When I woke up naturally, it was all gray and gloomy outside.
"Is it getting dark?"
Wu An rubbed his eyes, feeling his vision obstructed, but quickly realized what was happening and shuddered: "Holy crap, is this fog?"
He hurried to the cockpit.
Inside the cockpit, Old Fu, Mei Wu, Fu Yongning, and everyone else were there. As soon as he came in, they all started talking at once, explaining the situation.
It's foggy.
Old Fu said with a solemn expression, "It's probably caused by the typhoon."
"We are currently operating in the vicinity of the Rongfeng vessel."
"I have now stopped the fishing boat."
Wu An thought for a moment and said, "Stopping is definitely not an option."
"We have to go back to Hong Kong to avoid the storm."
Even if he blesses the fishing boat with good luck, it doesn't guarantee it will survive a typhoon.
There is a limit to your luck stat.
If you add weight to a fishing rod, the fishing line will break if you catch a fish that exceeds its capacity.
Faced with the might of nature, what will happen to fishing boats if they exceed their carrying capacity?
Old Fu said with a wry smile, "It's too dangerous to sail in this situation."
Sailing at night is inherently dangerous, let alone in foggy conditions.
He asked, "Can you determine the extent of the fog's impact?"
"Or how long will it take for the fog to dissipate?"
Old Fu said, "I can't be sure."
"I suspect the fog was formed by the typhoon, and it should dissipate once the typhoon passes."
Wu An was drunk.
When the typhoon comes and the fog dissipates, they won't be able to outrun it.
We have to go.
He quickly made up his mind and said, "Waiting for the fog to dissipate is tantamount to sitting and waiting to die."
"Old Fu, set sail."
Aqing raised her hand: "I support it."
"My brother is on the boat."
"What do we have to be cowardly about?"
"The Goddess Mazu will surely protect us and ensure our safe return."
Mei Wu nodded in agreement: "A'an is very lucky. We can't avoid reefs or other fishing boats, but they will deliberately avoid us."
Fu Yongning and the others didn't say anything, they just nodded in support.
They weren't that optimistic.
The situation is dire, but there is no other choice.
The only option is to risk sailing.
Old Fu nodded and said, "Okay, our ship has sonar. As long as the sea conditions aren't too complicated, we can avoid most reefs in advance."
In this situation, the reef does pose a threat, but the threat from other fishing boats is greater.
A collision would be far more dangerous than running aground.
To give an example, the current situation is similar to driving on the highway in heavy fog; if you're not careful, a car accident could happen.
Even if a car accident occurs on the highway, rescue can still be provided.
It can be done at sea.
Especially in this kind of weather, even if other fishing boats receive a distress call, they probably wouldn't dare to come to the rescue.
Just then.
The radio suddenly crackled to life: "This is Rongfeng. Please respond if you hear me."
Wu An was surprised to see that the radio was on the same channel as the Rongfeng, so he picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "This is the Ping An."
"Captain Hai, what are you still doing here?"
In the thick fog, Hai Shen heard the radio reply, chuckled wryly, and said, "I was planning to set up more nets, but I didn't expect the fog to suddenly roll in."
Our location is at xxx, xxx.
Wu An said, "I'm not far from you. I'll slowly move closer, and with our two boats together, we can look out for each other."
The sea is deep, so there's nothing that can't be done.
Although he and Wu An are now "brothers in misfortune," both trapped by the thick fog, for some reason, he felt inexplicably at ease after contacting Wu An.
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