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"They didn't hurt you, did they?"
Jiang Xiaobai had Moron lift his shirt to take a look. Fortunately, Moron's skin was thick and tough, and he wasn't hurt. This was also because Li Chao and his crew hadn't really attacked viciously; they just wanted to scare people. Unless life was pressing, who would really want to fight?
Jiang Xiaobai saw that Li Chao and his friends were decent people, which was why he kept Li Chao's phone number, thinking they might cooperate in the future. He could sell goods in bulk directly to Li Chao and his friends. Even though it wouldn't be as profitable as selling them himself, it would be much more hassle-free and the money would come quickly.
"Xiaobai, what should we do with all these leftover lobsters?" Moron asked.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Let's find some restaurants and ask around one by one. Those who recognize the quality will buy our lobsters."
The two inquired along the way and arrived at a Food City in Yong'an County. The business here was booming in the evenings, with lobster and barbecue being the most beloved foods by the public. This place had the most stalls selling lobsters and barbecues.
It was only three in the afternoon, and Food City wasn't open for business yet. It was quite deserted inside. As soon as Jiang Xiaobai entered, he bumped into a bald man with a big belly. The bald man was holding a trash can full of dead lobsters, about to take them out.
As he walked past Jiang Xiaobai, the fat man stopped and called out to Jiang Xiaobai.
"Young man, which house are you delivering these lobsters to?"
Jiang Xiaobai's eyes lit up, thinking this might be a business opportunity.
"Boss, these are unsold goods. Do you need lobsters? Take a look, all my lobsters are fresh and wild."
The bald fat man picked up a lobster to inspect it. He was an expert and could tell at a glance whether these lobsters were wild or not.
"These are good. How much are you selling them for per pound?"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled, "If you need a lot, I'll give them to you for fifty bucks a pound."
"Alright, I'll take the lot. Bring them to my shop and we'll weigh them and settle the bill."
The bald fat man threw out the trash can full of dead lobsters, then led Jiang Xiaobai to his shop. The bald man's name was Lin Yong, and he owned a lobster restaurant called Yiyichun that was doing well in Food City. His business thrived because he was honest, never using dead lobsters.
Jiang Xiaobai originally thought Lin Yong would haggle, which was why he named a high price. Unexpectedly, Lin Yong didn't bargain at all.
At the shop, Lin Yong called over a staff member to help weigh the lobsters.
"Little brother, your lobsters weigh a total of ninety-three pounds at fifty bucks a pound. That comes to..." Lin Yong wasn't good at math and couldn't calculate the total quickly.
"Boss Lin, let's just call it ninety pounds for a total of forty-five hundred bucks," Jiang Xiaobai said.
"Alright, thanks a lot, little brother. Remember to come to me if you have any more good lobsters in the future." Lin Yong took the money from the drawer behind the counter, counted out forty-five hundred bucks, and handed it to Jiang Xiaobai.
"Sanzi, bring two bottles of cold drinks here."
A staff member brought two bottles of iced drinks for Jiang Xiaobai and Moron. Lin Yong smiled, "Look at how sweaty you two are."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Boss Lin, if you don't mind me asking, are you sure you can sell all these lobsters?"
Lin Yong chuckled, "Don't be fooled by my lousy math skills, I'm pretty savvy in business. To be honest, my lobsters are the most expensive here, but my business is the best. Why? Because my shop has the best environment and ingredients, so the taste is naturally the best too. Did you see the trash can of lobsters I threw out just now? Over forty pounds. Other shops would mix in the dead ones and sell them, as no one can tell once they're on the table."
"With such honest business practices, Boss Lin, Yiyichun will surely become famous all over China." Jiang Xiaobai complimented.
This flattery hit a sweet spot for Lin Yong, who laughed heartily but waved his hand.
"Little brother, I don't have such big ambitions. As long as Yiyichun becomes famous in Yong'an County, I'll be satisfied."
Leaving Yiyichun, Jiang Xiaobai was energized and extremely excited. In just half a day, he had turned an investment of five hundred bucks into eight thousand.
"Moron, do you realize we've struck it rich?"
Seeing Jiang Xiaobai so happy, Moron grinned foolishly.
"Xiaobai, I want more soda."
"Sure! I'll buy you a whole crate."
Jiang Xiaobai parked the tricycle by the roadside and asked Moron to keep an eye on it while he ran across the street to a supermarket.
He bought a crate of drinks at the supermarket, and ten or so marbles for Moron, knowing how much he loved playing with them.
Carrying the drinks across the street, Jiang Xiaobai hurried, not noticing the red BMW M3 speeding towards him from his right.
The traffic light on the opposite side was green, but it was about to turn red in a few seconds, so Jiang Xiaobai rushed to cross the street before the light changed. Shen Bingqian, driving the BMW, thought the light would turn green as she reached the crosswalk, so she didn't slow down.
Jiang Xiaobai's sudden appearance took Shen Bingqian by surprise. Shen Bingqian was in a hurry and drove more aggressively than usual. Seeing someone suddenly appear, she instinctively slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched loudly against the asphalt, leaving deep marks on the road.
"Bang!"
The car still hit Jiang Xiaobai, but because he leaped forward upon seeing the car coming, the impact was light, causing him no harm. Luckily, Shen Bingqing had managed to stop the car just in time; otherwise, Jiang Xiaobai's life would have been at risk.
"Are you looking to get killed? No eyes in your head?" Shen Bingqing yelled out from the car window at Jiang Xiaobai, who was lying on the ground, acting as if she was the one who had right of way despite hitting him.
"You foul-mouthed woman! You hit someone and still think you have the right to scold?!" Jiang Xiaobai was not one to take things lying down, especially with his sharp tongue that never conceded in arguments.
Shen Bingqing got out of the car, furiously, carrying a small fish tank with a nearly dead goldfish inside. The goldfish had a huge head, resembling those seen in paintings of longevity deities, a rare and valuable breed called an Arhat Fish, known for its high ornamental value.
Shen Bingqing had raised this fish for over three years and intended to present it as a birthday gift to her grandfather on his eightieth birthday. For the past three years, she had carefully tended to this fish herself. Recently, she had been abroad for half a month, leaving the fish in her housemaid's care, not expecting any issues to arise.
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