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Shi Tian and Ke Ge were discussing going to Sanya for target practice in front of their friends, leaving Old Liu shaking his head in helplessness.
"Are you serious? What is this? A sniper rifle? With a barrel that long, do you think it's okay for just anyone to handle it? You can play around with it in secret, but can you not discuss it in front of us?"
After a few casts, the five of them had already caught three sets of Fishing Sets. What’s the point of fishing now? They should just pack up and leave! Even if there were fish here, it wouldn't be easy to catch them! They can't just let the Hook sink to the bottom, can they? That would only attract Bigeye Mullets! The Bigeye Mullets here are practically overrun!
Head Brother's company had opened, officially a Sea Fishing club. Although it was based in Xiamen, the style followed that of Beijing.
There was no choice; the local customs in Xiamen didn’t suit Head Brother, who couldn’t collect any entrance fees. Every place has its own customs; in places like Xiamen and Quanzhou, just setting up a banquet would start at two hundred thousand.
Dishes like Yan Wo, Fish Fin, Sea Cucumber, and Abalone were essential, and even lobsters and King Crabs were a must. Even if someone from the village had some means, they would still adhere to this standard.
Two hundred thousand for a banquet without collecting gifts? How could that be possible? Once the rules changed, the standards were set according to Xiamen's customs—there could be no less than the gift money. With such standards in place, it wouldn’t make sense for them not to contribute more!
To get ahead of those young masters from Beijing, Shi Tian quickly dragged Kang Ziyu to contribute their share. Last night, Shi Ye had specifically called to inform them; there were just the three of them, each contributing ten thousand.
It wasn’t that Shi Ye was showing off; when they first played domestically, Head Brother had set this standard. Now it was merely paying back a debt.
"Brother, Ye Ge, Jun Ge, and Lu Ge won’t be back until tonight. They called last night asking me to help deliver their Red Envelopes." As he approached Head Brother to offer his congratulations, Shi Tian quickly took out his silver card to swipe.
"Ye Ge and the others are coming back tonight? I’ll set up a separate table for them; you and Xiao Yu should come too."
There were still many people waiting behind him, so Shi Tian didn’t have time to chat further. After finishing the transaction, he led Kang Ziyu inside. With fifty thousand deposited at once, Head Brother finally felt a bit more secure.
Watching a line of Second Generation heirs handing money to Head Brother left Shi Tian speechless. If Kong Yunfei saw this behavior, he might end up being sent out to sea.
What started as a travel company had turned into a clubhouse disguised as a club; these young masters from Beijing really knew how to have fun.
Was this place decorated so lavishly? Were they aiming for high-end clientele? Could his boat handle that? Looking at the extravagant decor made Shi Tian doubt that Head Brother’s club would last two months before going under; there was something wrong with this positioning!
Could this group of Second Generation heirs really sit on small Fishing Boats for Sea Fishing? Was that even feasible? It might be fun for a moment, but it wasn’t a long-term plan! Even getting a few yachts would be better than this!
They weren’t here just to fish! Glancing at the long legs filling the hall, Kang Ziyu scoffed and said, "You can’t come here anymore!"
"Can’t come anymore?" It was true; it was quite expensive!
"Even if you invite me, I won’t come! Your brother has terrible taste! Can’t he hire some pretty waitresses?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a pinch at my waist. "Are you still looking for someone pretty?"
"No! I'm just fishing. Catching one Xiao Yu in this lifetime is enough for me; I don't have any grand dreams!" I chuckled and dragged Kang Ziyu over to sit at Wang Ergou's table, keeping a low profile. We would eat and leave.
Shi Tian had no intention of mingling too much with this group of Second Generation from the capital. They were not in the same circle; otherwise, Shi Ye Kong Jun and the others wouldn't have waited until evening to arrive.
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