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Listening to Shi Tian's elaborate explanations, Old Mo stood up and grabbed the rod beside him. This rod was incredibly powerful, and he was quite fond of it; he was determined to buy it!
A thousand? Renminbi? Interrupting Shi Tian's explanation, Old Mo felt a bit impatient. He didn’t want Shi Tian to finish explaining everything; discovering it himself would be the real surprise.
What a beautiful thought! Oh! But you can settle with beauty; I won't charge you any fees! Staring at the rod in Old Mo's hand, Shi Tian struggled to recall the expressions of reluctance he had seen in movies before. At that moment, he couldn't think of an appropriate scene!
Shi Tian's price seemed quite reasonable; a hand rod in Europe was considered high-end merchandise, priced exorbitantly. Whatever the domestic price was, that’s what it would sell for over there. It was just a matter of converting Renminbi to Euros. Besides, the foreigners there didn’t really use hand rods; they were just making money off Asians.
That price is too high! As soon as he heard Shi Tian's quote, Old Mo shook his head instantly. What a joke! A fishing rod for a thousand Euros? That was half a month's salary for an ordinary person!
The salary of a Dutchman is about that; if you’re talking monthly wages, it’s around three thousand. Earning forty thousand Euros a year would be considered decent; this level is just average in developed countries.
Is this still expensive? Haven't you checked the price of hand rods in your Netherlands? Four Euros can only buy something ordinary. For something like this, shipping to your Netherlands? You’d better not think about it unless you have three thousand Euros!
Now do you understand why Taiwanese fishing is considered a high-end sport? Because ordinary people can't even afford a rod. You must be one of the wealthy in the Netherlands! If even you think it's expensive, how can this sport not be considered high-end? With that statement, Shi Tian reached out to grab the rod from Old Mo's hands.
Seeing Shi Tian reaching out, Old Mo quickly dodged. He was determined to secure this rod today. What’s a thousand Euros? A small amount! He could afford it!
This rod is mine now; I’ll go get you the money. But I didn’t bring that much cash in Euros; I’ll get it for you shortly!
Placing the rod beside him, Old Mo spoke up while Shi Tian struggled to maintain his reluctant expression, unable to suppress his laughter.
With an account balance of sixteen hundred dollars, Shi Tian slept particularly well that night. He matched some line weights and hooks for Old Mo but decided against giving him Wo Liao. Next time they went fishing together, he would bring along a Chang Gan and aim to sell him another one then.
Given such a high price, getting Old Mo to buy another rod wouldn’t be easy. However, considering the fish involved, he decided not to mention it.
First, he would casually mention it to Old Kong and have him arrange for some hand rods to be shipped to the Netherlands. Old Mo was his long-term source of income; he couldn’t just take advantage of him alone! He had to bring along the entire Netherlands as well; if he could rope in all of Europe, that would be even better.
In the morning, armed with a large roll of garbage bags and accompanied by Old Mo and two bodyguards, Shi Tian parked his car by the beach and experienced what it felt like to be treated like a celebrity.
Shi Tian hadn’t expected that picking up trash would attract so many people waiting around for him. These media outlets were truly bored out of their minds!
Are you Chinese? Why are you picking up trash here for a living? As soon as he parked and stepped onto the beach with his bag, several phones were thrust into his face.
Are you picking up trash for a living in Africa? Is there no way for you to seek help from your embassy or did they not provide assistance?
Why would you rather pick up trash here than return home?
Questions came from all directions—English, Chinese, Swahili—making Shi Tian feel like he was at a press conference. There were even people filming his car; surely this was sent by Tesla!
Taking a glance at Old Mo, he was so frightened that he hid inside the car and wouldn’t come out. Instead, Xin Ba and Mu Sa hurriedly jumped down and surrounded him, making the bodyguard fee seem wasted.
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