The plump fishing buddy expressed his thanks repeatedly; he was someone who rather believed in metaphysics. Ah Cheng gave up his spot, making him feel like his luck had arrived in the second half of the night.
Ah Cheng then packed up his own gear and with his fish box in tow, returned to the cockpit to tally up the catch with He Zheng.
The twenty-plus pounds of yellow croaker were sold for about five thousand two hundred yuan, which was close to the price he had estimated.
Today's income had just surpassed forty thousand, and together with the original seventy thousand, Ah Cheng's savings had temporarily reached over one hundred and ten thousand.
However, when buying the boat, he would still borrow eight hundred thousand directly from his parents.
Next, he was planning to go to Qiongzhou; getting certified would require money.
