Starting to go to the sea: I really didn’t want to be a sea king

Chu Yang felt so relieved when he saw Kameda Masao leaving in despair.

He had no psychological pressure to deal with this kind of imperial subject.

However, Chu Yang was still very curious about how Jian Baicheng had done this to him and made him willingly pay such a huge compensation.

"Oh, it's actually very simple. There are surveillance cameras on the fishing boats of Nissui Co., Ltd. They drank and ate hot pot on the boat, and had a conflict with you. The surveillance camera captured it very clearly."

Chu Yang smiled. No wonder.

Who made Kameda Masao so careless that he didn't delete the surveillance video immediately after the accident.

The Wanchai Wharf is quite strict about the crew's "drunk driving". If the driver is found driving a boat after drinking, he can be transferred to the prosecutor's office for prosecution for suspected endangerment of public safety, with a minimum sentence of three years.

I guess Kameda Masao doesn't want to be prosecuted. Not to mention losing his job, his wife might be pregnant with the second child after he is released.

"Well done, you did a decent job in this matter!" Lin Yuanbiao said with a smile.

Jian Baicheng rubbed his hands, "Well, Mr. Chu, can you help me say something in front of the director..."

Chu Yang waved his hand, "Let's forget about this matter, but if you encounter our fishing boats again at sea in the future, you know what to do, right?"

"Understood!"

Jian Baicheng nodded hurriedly, "If I see a boat from the north again in the future, I will pretend not to see it if it doesn't cross the line, and I will politely call out to persuade it to leave if it crosses the line."

Chu Yang snorted and said 'hmm'.

After all, Jian Baicheng is not a high-level official, and it is already very good for him to do what he said now.

Sometimes the current situation is like this, and it is difficult to change it by personal ability.

After a few years, when the Jiaolong enters the sea in the north, the 10,000-ton destroyer and aircraft carrier are launched one after another, the trapped dragon ascends to the sky, and the J-20, Y-20, and H-20 ascend to the sky one after another, the attitude here will naturally change.

Jian Baicheng arranged a car for the group, and then sent them to the car with many thanks.

"Mr. Chu, goodbye."

"Come and play often in the future."

"Next time I'll introduce my sister to you, she's very pretty!"

After watching the taillights of the car disappear from his sight, he stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally he didn't have to be bullied by the director and eat shit.

It's time to find a place to celebrate and relax.

Thinking about it, he took out his phone and dialed it.

"Hello, Cai Weiqi, Golden Leopard, shall we get together tonight?"

On the other end of the phone, the distraught Kameda Masao listened to the voice in the microphone with a shocked face.

"Damn it, big brother, I'm so miserable, and you're still messing with me?"

Speaking of Golden Leopard, many people may be most familiar with CDs and records.

A bikini singer stood on the round stage, holding a microphone in her hand, and there were more than a dozen bikini aunts beside and behind her, standing on the steps and twisting perfunctorily.

White gas was sprayed from both sides, and it started:

"When you lose your will, you can't help but sigh,

When you are down and out, you can't help but feel scared..."

Although it looks a bit funny later, it is indeed the youth memory of my father's generation.

But the Golden Leopard mentioned by Jian Baicheng is not that simple. It is a high-end nightclub known as the "Heaven on Earth" of Wanwan. It is said that many of the girls inside are college students, from Europe, America, Japan, South Korea, Russia and Ukraine, and the consumption is as high as three floors.

"Hmm?"

Listening to the reluctant tone of Kameda Masao, Jian Baicheng showed a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Madam... Oh no, sir, you don't want the surveillance video in my hand to fall into the hands of the prosecutor, right?"

Kameda Masao:...

Woo~Woo~Woo~~~

With a long whistle, Minquanyu 1688 slowly sailed into the deep sea towards the north.

Sun Qingjun was sitting in the driver's seat. Seeing Chu Yang coming in, he smiled and said, "Ayang, our tank is full too."

Chu Yang smiled, that's good.

The fuel tank capacity of their fishing boat is 4 tons. According to the current price, diesel costs more than 5,000 yuan per ton, and it costs more than 20,000 yuan to fill it up.

After working at sea for so long, it was almost used up. Filling it up directly saved another 20,000 yuan.

He secretly calculated the income of this trip to sea.

15 silver ingots can probably be sold for about 100,000 yuan, and Kameda Masao lost 3 large yellow croakers, worth about 400,000 yuan.

Not counting the fish, this is more than 500,000 yuan.

Family members, who would dare to believe that an 18-meter trawling and longline fishing boat can be obtained directly after going out to sea.

Of course, it is mainly Kameda Masao who contributed a lot.

I just don't know if I can meet him next time I go out to sea.

At this time, in Taichung City, Kameda Masao, who had just hung up the phone, sneezed three times in a row.

"A-choo... A-choo... Ah... sneeze..."

...

The fish tank was full, so there was no return trip.Chu Yang didn't have to stay in the cab.

He stayed for a while, then took two bottles of beer and sat on the front deck to enjoy the sea breeze.

As soon as he sat down, Zhang Hongtao came out of the fish tank.

"Ayang, several of the eels in the live water tank were bitten to death." He said with a painful face.

That one was sold for several hundred yuan after it landed on the shore.

It was a big loss to be bitten to death by a flower eel.

Chu Yang handed over a bottle of snow and persuaded with a smile: "Let it die, we have made enough money this time, a few green gansu are nothing."

Zhang Hongtao thought about it and took the beer, pulled a small stool and sat next to Chu Yang to drink.

When it was almost noon, Lin Zijin asked Chu Yang what he wanted to eat.

He touched his stomach. He had breakfast at 8 o'clock in the morning. He didn't pull the net or pick up fish this morning, but he didn't feel hungry at all.

"How about some cold noodles?" she said.

Chu Yang thought this was a good choice and looked at Zhang Hongtao.

"Sure, it's so hot, just eat some cold noodles to cool down."

"Okay, let's have cold noodles for lunch."

Neither of them asked Sun Qingjun's opinion. He was never picky about food, as long as he was full.

So Lin Zijin returned to the kitchen, and after more than ten minutes, she came out with four bowls of mixed cold noodles on a tin tray, three big and one small.

Chu Yang took a big bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it tastes good."

He said with a puffed mouth.

This cold noodle also added cucumber shreds, carrot shreds, peanuts, coriander, and sprinkled with soy sauce and balsamic vinegar, and a spoonful of red chili on the surface. It tasted crispy and cool in the mouth, which was very comfortable.

"Sister Lin, you won't go out to sea anymore. If you open a small restaurant, your business will definitely be very popular." Zhang Hongtao said while eating.

"No, I'm just doing it myself, how can I open a restaurant." Lin Zijin wiped the sweat from her forehead, her face flushed, and replied with a smile.

"No, I think your food is better than most small restaurants in the city, really." Zhang Hongtao said.

Chu Yang listened and suddenly felt that this proposal seemed good.

It's not that he didn't want to take Lin Zijin with him, but the catering industry has great potential, and it seems okay to plan ahead.

Of course, this matter needs to be considered in the long run. With the two dollars he has now, he still has to buy a fishing boat first.