Chu Mingcheng was selling fish today, carrying a box of fish to sell at the dock, which naturally caught the attention of the fishmongers and some of the residents on the island.
Four thousand for the fish catch, something everyone craved.
Previously, when someone asked for the price, the fishmongers had been observing. If Chu Mingcheng had been a novice, they would have made their moves long ago.
Would there have even been a chance for customers to buy the fish?
But they were all local small-scale fishmongers, not so well-informed.
When they heard that Chu Mingcheng dove to fish, they were puzzled but didn't think too much of it since they didn't understand fishing and hunting.
But the gaunt man who stopped him knew exactly what fishing and hunting was.
Ye Haoyong, an ordinary resident on Yanmen Island.
Thirty-five years old, always idle and dodgy with a slippery personality.
