Before he could squeeze into the crowd, he saw several uniformed men wearing caps riding gleaming motorcycles slowly along the main road, accompanied by several people on bicycles. People in the crowd said they were township officials.
Ye Yaodong's sharp eyes picked out one of the cyclists in the group. Wasn't that his second brother-in-law, who had suddenly disappeared that morning?
Holy crap, he actually went to the Ocean and Fisheries Bureau before dawn?
He's got some nerve. You really can't judge a book by its cover. I always thought my second brother-in-law was pretty meek.
He gathered up his things and hurried after them.
A group of villagers eager for excitement put down their work and followed. There was rarely anything to watch in the countryside, and as word spread, the crowd grew larger and larger.
Ye Yaodong happened to see his wife running out of the house too. He quickly handed her what he was carrying and told her to take it home first.
"If you want to come watch later, take the road toward your family's Fruit Mountain. It's that stretch of river." With that, he hurried after them again, afraid he wouldn't get a good spot.
To think a Chinese sturgeon really could get the Ocean and Fisheries Bureau to come out in person. Aren't these officials a little too enthusiastic? Or were officials these days just that conscientious?
Ye Yaodong followed the crowd straight ahead. When they reached a point roughly fifty meters from where they had set the shrimp traps the night before, the crowd came to a standstill. He couldn't move a single step.
He craned his neck to look. A cordon had been put up to keep people from getting close.
How would that do?
He was involved in this!
Seeing many