Catch the sea: start with a sand shovel and take over the entire beach

At nearly 11 o'clock, since we didn't go to sea today, the bar was filled with fishermen.

"Jean, what you said is really reliable? Is the other party really willing to pay more than 30 US dollars?"

"Why do I feel so fake? It's probably just to tease us."

"30 US dollars, my God, I can't even imagine this price."

Gene listened to their busy discussions with a look of disdain on his face. Look, look at how you look like you have never seen the world.

After waiting for a while, he gestured to Robert next to him, who nodded slightly and loudly asked everyone to be quiet.

"I know what everyone is thinking, and I also understand your concerns. There may still be many people who don't believe it. We can change our thinking.

If this thing really happens, what will it bring to everyone?

There is no need for me to settle the accounts, because everyone knows in their hearts that our annual income will double. Even if the market is not good, we can survive for a year just by catching two or three fish, right?

If it is false, think about it again, what do we have to lose? "

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but they soon came to their senses and echoed loudly: "That's right, even if it doesn't work, it's the worst it will be like now."

"Yes, no harm at all, I did it."

"Jean, just tell me what to do."

Seeing that everyone agreed, Gene finally showed a smile, glanced at Robert gratefully, and then said: "Okay, as long as we work together, we will definitely achieve the desired result. Now, let's go."

As if they felt that this battle was not big enough, dozens of people walking on the road began to call their friends, their wives, children, and even their parents who were not far away.

When the group of people arrived at Dennis's town government office, they started making loud noises.

They didn't have time to make banners, but that didn't stop them. They held up the whiteboards they bought, and some simply wrote their demands on their T-shirts.

Three to four hundred people from Wuyangyang surrounded the door of the town government office.

The security guard who originally guarded the door was planning to raise a gun to threaten them when he saw this, but after seeing this formation and seeing most of the familiar faces in the crowd, he decisively put down his gun.

After about ten minutes, several people from the town government came out. They wanted to understand why these people were demonstrating first.

"We demand an increase in the purchase price of tuna."

"Yes, these guys are evil."

"If the current three companies do not agree, we ask the fishery administration to agree to the entry of the fourth purchaser."

After hearing this, the government officials probably understood. It is estimated that these people were instigated by the family that came to apply for a license in the morning.

I scolded the eighth generation of that family in my heart, but the mess in front of me still had to be dealt with.

There are not many people in the town, and fishing is the main source of income for the people in the town. It is understandable that people want to raise prices.

After a moment of negotiation, the others retreated to the other side of the road, leaving ten representatives to negotiate internally.

Gene, Robert, and a few fishermen went inside together. The government people immediately called the three purchasers and came over to negotiate.

……

"What? Damn it, it must have been done by those two Orientals." Josh, who was in Atlantic City, learned the news immediately and roared on the phone.

"Josh, now is not the time to get angry. I'm going to negotiate soon. You have to give me an idea." Peter's tone was unhurried, which was in sharp contrast to Josh's rage.

"A bunch of rabble, tell those people in the town to wake up and know who gives them their annual salary.

We have no profits, they have taxes wherever they go, a bunch of idiots. "

Peter hesitated for a moment, "How about raising it appropriately..."

"Don't even think about it. These people really don't fish anymore? Do they eat poop?" Josh snorted and hung up the phone.

Pete glanced at Jones and shrugged, "Let's go, we're just passing the microphone."

When we arrived at the town government office, we immediately entered into negotiations. The atmosphere was quite bad from the beginning.

One side is demanding a price increase, otherwise the fish will not be sold, and the other side is fighting back equally hard. These people can give up fishing, but the profit margin of the purchase price is not large, and it is impossible to increase the price.

After talking like this for about half an hour, the two sides broke up unhappy.

"I'm warning you, you can march, but if you continue to block the office site, it will be an illegal act. For everyone to live in peace, I think you don't want to spend the entire fishing season in the police station."

After listening to the words of the town government officials, Jean and the others turned red. This was not an act, but they were really angry.

But no matter where they are, the struggle between the people and the officials is a big problem. Although everyone is angry, there is nothing they can do.

The town government officials secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the people blocking the door retreating one after another. They were also afraid that these people were really making trouble.

Peter looked at the crowd dispersing in the distance, looked at Jones and shook his head: "It seems that Josh is right, they are really a bunch of rabble."

Jones snorted, sighed for a long time, pulled Peter aside, and whispered: "Pete, we are old friends. Let me remind you, Josh is a mercenary lunatic."

"Jones, I knew it before you did, don't worry, old friend."

With that said, Pete took out his phone and called Josh again, and turned on the speakerphone, "Josh, they left."

Josh laughed loudly on the other side, cursed several times angrily, and then said: "Very good, the purchase price will be reduced by US$1 starting from tomorrow."

"Josh, this is not good..."

"Pete, this is the punishment for this group of people. They have done something wrong and they have to pay a price."

……

Jean gathered dozens of fishermen together again, and after another exhortation, everyone dispersed.

Instead of going home, he rushed to Lao Wu's grocery store.

"Zhao, as you said, the shit in town didn't speak for us."

Zhao Qin is weaving a fishing net. He has learned this skill from his eldest brother and sister-in-law. Of course, he can only barely master it, and he cannot be said to be proficient at it.

When he saw the fishing nets, he thought of his family. He had been out for so many days and felt particularly homesick today.

Hearing Gene's words, he was not surprised, "Then just follow what was negotiated before. Don't worry, my promise will not be false."

Gene was completely relieved and chatted with Zhao Qin for a few more words about tomorrow's arrangements. Only then did he go home satisfied.

Early in the morning, while Lao Wu was cleaning up the floor, he said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that a rich man like you could really spend two days with me on the floor."

"It's not bad. Sleeping on a boat is a nightmare. The cabinet is so small that I can't straighten my legs. Not to mention, the noise from the machine is non-stop."

Seeing Zhao Qin start boxing to stretch his body, Lao Wu smiled and turned around and entered the house behind.

His house is similar to many houses in towns in China, with a shop in front and a home in the back. However, the house in the back is very small, with only three rooms, one of which is also a kitchen.

The two older children share a room, and the younger one shares a room with his wife.

So there was no spare room to accommodate Zhao Qin.

"Leaving this afternoon?" Old Wu confirmed while eating breakfast.

"We will be together in the afternoon. You will officially go to work today."