"Mm, let's talk once it's up and running. If we need channels, I'll come to you first."
"Then once your marine ranch is built, should we sign a supply contract? Don't worry—whether it's acquisition or profit-sharing, I definitely won't let you lose out."
"It's too early to talk about that now. We'll discuss it once it's done."
"Fair enough. Then do you need investment? I looked into it, and a marine ranch like yours burns through money, doesn't it? I've got a few million in spare cash. If you want it, I can invest it first."
"Not for now." Lu Ao said casually, "Song Zhou has money."
"Tsk, feeding me dog food—" Weng Qian said. "Then I'll wait for your news."
"No problem."
After hanging up, Lu Ao made a brief note about the matter.
He had no idea what things would look like once his marine ranch was established. Its initial output would not be high, and rather than finding fishmongers or selling everything himself, it would be better to work with Weng Qian and use his channels.
It was still too early to discuss any of that. They would have to wait until there was an actual harvest.
Lu Ao drove into town. Lin Dawu was still keeping watch over his little general store. Seeing Lu Ao's car, he poked his head out from inside. "Lu Ao, you're here?"
"Brother Da Wu." Lu Ao rolled down the window. "I'll park first."
"Just park across the street. A couple days ago, an old friend sent me a packet of mandarin pu-erh tea. I'll go make some. You can give it a try."
Lin Dawu's figure quickly disappeared again, and Lu Ao smiled faintly.
By the time he parked and entered the store, Lin Dawu had already brewed the tea