Golden Fisherman: The starting reward is a sea

"Boss Song!"

"You're awesome!"

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"Boss Song!"

"Do you want to smoke?"

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"Boss Song!"

"I've been working all night long, and now I should be very tired, right? Would you like to take a break first?! "

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"Boss Song!"

"Are you hungry? I still have instant noodles and hot water in the car, would you like to make a drink? These fish have to be harvested and put in the car while they are fresh, and I will treat you to a big meal when it is over! "

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"Boss Song!"

"The weather today is really nice!"

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Song Yun couldn't cry or laugh a little, Yang Guohua directly blocked the bow of his boat, and didn't let himself get off the boat at all, saying very boring things.

"Boss Yang!"

"You don't need that!"

"I am very satisfied with the price you offered, all the white pomfret in this boat are yours, and no one else can snatch them at all."

Song Yun knew that Yang Guohua was worried that he would regret it, or that he was worried that other fishmongers would come to steal business, so he simply blocked the bow of the boat, and if someone wanted to get on his own fishing boat at this time, Yang Guohua would definitely work hard.

"Hehehe!"

"Hehehe!"

Yang Guohua had a smile on his face, and he didn't answer, obviously deliberately pretending to be stupid.

Song Yun shook his head and didn't say anything, Yang Guohua's approach is not strange, in fact, if he were his own, he would also do such a thing, the value of this boatload of white pomfret is not low, hundreds of thousands can't run away, Yang Guohua took it according to the price he said, and sold it in the city or those high-end restaurants in the provincial capital, or seafood shops and the like, this change of hands will make 100,000 yuan, or even more, so much money can not be overly careful.

"It's coming! Here it comes! "

"Here comes the basket!"

Yang Liyang ran with all his strength holding several baskets stacked on top of each other in his hands, panting like a dog.

"Why is it so slow?!"

"It's just a few baskets, why did it take so long?"

"Usually when I eat, I am faster than a thief, and I have to work like a snail, I am really a waste!"

Yang Guohua snatched the basket in Yang Liyang's hand, and scolded, now at this time, we must seize every minute and every second, the white pomfret on Song Yun's boat are all divided according to the size of the head, weighed, paid, the whole thing can be regarded as a bag, in this process, there may be accidents at any time.

Yang Liyang said his neck and didn't dare to say anything.

Yang Guohua reached out and picked up the white pomfret piled on the bow of the boat and put them into the basket, several times the fishing boat swayed left and right with the undulations of the waves and even retreated, almost falling into the sea, he didn't care at all, as if he didn't know that there was such a danger.

Song Yun saw Yang Guohua like this, and nodded secretly in his heart, this is definitely a person who is desperate to do business, directly just to make money, not even to die, only such a person can really make the business bigger, in order to really make money, from this small detail, it can be judged that there is no problem with such a person.

Yang Guohua didn't know that Song Yun was looking at himself, picking up fish one after another in his hands, and his heart was simply happy.

The price of white pomfret is very good, especially the big one, generally speaking, more than a pound is very bad, it is definitely one of the first choices for those who like sea fish, a real high-end goods.

"More than three pounds!"

"All over three pounds!"

"There are even some that are more than four pounds!"

Yang Guohua muttered quietly while picking up fish, what he saw in his eyes was definitely not fish, but red banknotes one after another.

Yang Guohua picked up a few baskets of fish to vacate some places, immediately jumped on the deck, began to continue to pick up fish and divide fish, according to different weight classes classified, filled a basket to weigh, made a record and immediately lifted to the seafood truck, the sun has risen, the temperature has been rising, these white pomfret must be sent to the seafood truck to keep fresh, in order to ensure the quality to the greatest extent, in order to be able to sell at a good price.

Yang Guohua was busy, and the clothes on his forehead were all beads of sweat, but he didn't care about it at all, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster, like a machine that didn't know how to get tired.

Song Yun saw that some of the fish were picked up, and there was a place to settle on the deck, so he simply went to the small dock, and after a night of turbulence on the sea, his feet stepped on the earth, and he suddenly felt an indescribable steadfastness.