Seeing Ma Hua's blank, confused expression, Ye Hui wanted to laugh.
So she smiled and said:
"200 yuan, and that's only the purchase price I'm offering right now.
After all, sea grapes are scarce goods. There isn't a market quote for them every day.
If things are handled well, the price might even go up by a few dozen yuan."
"Holy shit!!! Sister Hui, you're not messing with me, are you?"
Ma Hua could hardly believe his ears.
He had originally thought 150 yuan was already an astronomical price, but Sister Hui had opened with 200 yuan.
And that wasn't even the final offer. It was only the minimum price.
So if things really went the way Sister Hui said—
wouldn't they earn at least 4.5 million this time?
Wouldn't each of them get well over a hundred thousand yuan?
A hundred thousand yuan in four days—what kind of concept was that?
Even captains on other fishing boats might not make that much, right?
Not to mention that they were merely salaried crewmen.
This was practically money falling from the sky, wasn't it?
Then they thought of that endless expanse of sea grapes.
At that moment, not only Ma Hua, but every crewman who heard the news had stars in his eyes.
"Xiao Yuan, shouldn't these cat sharks go to Deng Kai? Why are they being unloaded onto my truck too?"
Ye Hui ignored the crewmen, who were lost in their own beautiful fantasies.
Instead, she looked at the little cat sharks in the buckets being carried off the boat and asked.
"My boat isn't going back to Fishing Bay Island. We'll rest on Blue Island for the night and head back out to sea tomorrow."
"Mm! All right, then leave them with me for now. I'll contact Deng Kai