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After thinking it over, let's head to City to spread some warmth!
A few people stayed behind to watch the gear while four old men stuffed their fish into the car. Secretary Zhang immediately rushed over to act as the driver, stepping on the gas and speeding off to City. They encountered a sanitation worker and quickly stopped to hand him a fish. When they came across a patrol car, they flagged it down to offer a few more. Passing by Gong Xiang Station, they ran up to give the driver a fish. At the Fire Station, they picked up a Yu Hu, enough for them to enjoy two hearty meals.
What about the rest? Simple! Old Liu stepped forward and gave a standard military salute; everyone had to line up and salute back.
"Captain, what should we do with these fish?" A group of people stared blankly at each other as they watched the old men drive away.
What could they do? This was an acknowledgment from a seventy-something Old Soldier; during meals, he savored every bite, ensuring not even a bone was left untouched!
After making their rounds, most of the fish had been distributed, and they drove into a Gas Station.
"Is your manager here? We're fishermen, and we're out of gas; I’d like to trade some fish for a tank of gas." As soon as the car stopped, Old Wen got out and waved over You Yuan.
Hearing Old Wen's proposal, You Yuan was taken aback; after years in this job, he had never seen anyone trade fish for gas before! Looking at the old men, they didn’t seem like they were short on cash!
"Sir, we only accept cash or mobile payments here. If you have a fuel card, that would work too." You Yuan hesitated to fetch the manager, fearing he might get scolded.
Upon hearing You Yuan's refusal, Old Wen remained calm and patiently explained, "This is Huchen, just caught from Ganjiang. You won't find it in the market for less than seven or eight Ten Dollars per pound!"
"Fish for gas? If you turn this into an employee meal, you’ll be in for a treat!"
You Yuan scrutinized the fish in Yi Laotou's hands but didn’t recognize Huchen. However, that didn’t stop him from being intrigued by Old Wen's catch; it looked mouthwatering.
"Manager! These old men are out of gas; they're fishermen who want to trade their Huchen for a tank of gas!"
"They're so pitiful! Let’s just give it to them!" You Yuan shouted back loudly, causing the old men to feel embarrassed; were they really that broke now?
Hearing someone mention trading Huchen for gas made Old Wen feel like an animal in a zoo as drivers waiting for fuel gathered around him.
"Wow, it really is Huchen! Old man, give me that fish! I’ll give you a tank of gas!" A big guy immediately approached Old Wen.
A tank of gas was worth only five dollars, but that fish in Old Wen's hands was definitely over ten pounds. Trading one fish for one tank of gas was quite the deal.
"The old man is trading with me; what are you crowding around for? This Huchen can improve memory—perfect for my son!" Just as Old Wen was about to agree, the manager from the Gas Station quickly approached.
Hearing the first half of the manager's words, she felt a sense of pride. However, when the second half came out, she was left dumbfounded.
What happened to the promised employee meal? It's gone? Can your son really eat such a big fish? Isn't he afraid of becoming overweight?
Upon hearing about the fish exchange for oil, the manager instinctively wanted to refuse. But seeing the chubby man eager to seize the opportunity, he quickly changed his mind.
He handed the fish over to the manager and immediately spoke to the chubby man, "There are a few more fish in the car. If you want to trade, I can sell them to you at market price—seventy-one pounds each. If you have time, after three o'clock this afternoon, you can go to Jiangxiang Town and catch some more fish to sell right there."
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