Return to the small fishing village of 1982

Ye Yaodong was not happy to walk under the bright sun and carrying a bucket of sea chicken feet.

It was a ten-minute drive from their village to the town, but it took an hour to walk. On this hot day, he was already sweating by the time he reached the road.

But it was difficult to wait for passing cars, so he could only watch while walking. Fortunately, when he went out, he picked a taro leaf to cover the bucket, otherwise the sea chicken's feet would be sunburned.

As we walked, we actually reached the town without even seeing a car.

His legs are small~

He simply sat under the shade of a tree on the side of the road and took a rest. Unexpectedly, a tractor drove up behind him.

"Fuck, it won't come early, it won't come late. I waited until I got there before a tractor came."

Did God intentionally want him to walk?

Half angry.

After drinking two sips of water, he patted his butt and stood up after only sitting for two minutes, and walked directly to Hongsheng Hotel. It was only about 8:30 at this time, and he didn't know if he had gone to work yet.

Forty years later, the Hongsheng Hotel is still in the same location, but it has been renovated to be more in line with modern people's aesthetics and more magnificent.

At this time, the Hongsheng Hotel seemed a bit retro to him, but it was already the best in the surrounding counties. Some hotels in the county did not look as big as the Hongsheng Hotel, and there were many things to do in the Hongsheng Hotel. After all, their town is a port town, and there are quite a few Taiwanese businessmen coming and going.

Ye Yaodong was dressed in dust, wearing Jiefang shoes and carrying a bucket, but he didn't feel inferior. He arrogantly planned to go in and ask, but who knew that as soon as he opened the door and walked in, he was stopped by the security guard inside.

After he explained the reason, the security guard asked him to wait at the door while he called the person in charge.

But unexpectedly, a dog-looking man in a suit and leather shoes came. He took a look at his bucket and asked, "Buddha's hand?" Then he turned around and left.

"Hey, wait a minute, this is not a Buddha's hand, this is a sea chicken's foot!"

"What are the chicken feet of the sea? The feet of the sea duck? Don't make trouble!"

Ye Yaodong glared at his back and sighed inwardly. Forget it, it was a trip in vain. He sold it as a Buddha's hand. He might as well take it back and eat it himself, and let him taste what "seafood from hell" is. Ham in the ocean.”

Just as he was carrying the bucket and preparing to leave, the door was pushed open and a young man came out.

"Wait, comrade, are you selling sea chicken feet?"

Ye Yaodong turned around and looked, his eyes lit up. Isn't this Hong Sheng's crown prince Hong Wenle? Then he looked at the two foreigners walking out behind him, and he felt happy, a man who knew the stuff was here!

"Yes, I risked my life yesterday to dig up a bucket of sea chicken feet, but in a hotel as big as yours, no one knows the goods."

Two foreigners behind him also came forward to look at the contents of his bucket, and excitedly chattered a lot of words that he did not understand.

He looked left and right, and could only tell from their expressions that they were very happy. Hong Wenle was also communicating with them with a smile on his face. The man who looked like a dog and didn't know what he was doing was standing behind him, nodding and bowing.

He waited patiently, cursing in his heart: Your sister, can't you speak Chinese to him first? Let’s talk about the price first? It's pretty hot under the sun, okay?

Wiping the sweat on his forehead, he walked under the eaves.

"Wait, don't leave, I want this."

"How much is it? If the price is too low, I won't sell it."

"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. I just didn't expect that in our small place, there are still people who know about sea chicken feet. You know a lot about it."

"It's okay. How much do you want to pay?" Ye Yaodong said calmly.

He is not a stranger, and he does not expect any benefits from others. There is no need to please others, as long as he sells this bucket of goods.

"This thing is the best on the rocky beaches of Spain, France and Portugal. The waters of Orte in northwest Spain are the best places to produce chicken feet. I don't know if our chicken feet are good?"

ha? WTF?

Ye Yaodong frowned and listened to what he said, but he didn't say how much it was, which made him extremely depressed.

"Okay, you'll know after you taste it. Anyway, there's only so much. If you don't want it, I'll take it home and eat it myself."

"Ah, no, I want it. How much do you plan to sell it for? How many pounds do you have here?"

"It's 5 pounds and 2 taels here. It's cheaper for you. One pound is 20 yuan. Let's take these for 100 yuan. It will definitely be more expensive than this abroad."

He randomly called out a price. 20 yuan now is equivalent to 2,000 yuan in later generations. He didn't know how much this thing was worth now. He only knew that in a few decades, this good quality could be sold for several hundred euros per pound.

It's been overnight, so he can just ask for a price and pay the price on the spot. This thing can't be bought in the market. I just don't know if the young master from a rich family will counter-offer.

A hundred dollars is just a drop in the bucket for a rich person. These two foreigners seemed to be his friends, and face was much more important than money.

He just saw this!

"Okay, give it all to me."

Hong Wenle simply took out the money, ordered ten large unity sheets for him, and then asked the person behind him to mention it directly to the kitchen.

Ye Yaodong happily took it and said, "Thank you very much. It's better that you know the goods. The bucket needs to be cleaned and returned to me. Although it's not valuable, I will need to fill it with something later."

"Okay, I'll send it over next time if there are still chicken feet. If there are other rare things, that's fine too."

"OK."

It’s easy to say anything if you give me money!

Ye Yaodong walked happily down the street with a huge sum of one hundred yuan in his arms, his heart bubbling with joy and he didn't feel like he was being burned by the sun.

Seeing a fried pancake stall on the street, he bought one. After walking such a long way, the bowl of porridge in the morning had long been consumed.

After taking a bite, it was fragrant, crispy, oily and so fragrant.

"Give me a piece of cake too, and make a cut in the middle for me!"

He wanted to eat it with a sandwich, it would be more delicious.

"Fry some more pancakes for me, a few... 16."

It's a dime a piece, which is only a dollar and a half. I just made a huge sum of money, so I treat it as a reward to my family, one for each person.

The family has not been separated yet, so it is not easy for his family to eat. The other children are drooling when they see it. It is better to have one for each person. It is just a bite to eat and it is not expensive.

They were all wrapped in newspapers and placed in clean empty buckets. He saw that the stall selling pastries next door was a little bit impatient again.

A few days ago, the two packets of noodles, tea and cakes were eaten by several children, and his wife didn't eat a bite. He remembered that she liked it very much.

I checked my pockets and bought one separately. When I got home, I put it in my room and took it out when the kids went to sleep!

Feeling happy, he looked at the shops one by one, looking for a shop selling cloth, but he saw only one selling food.