CHAPTER 8: CHAPTER 8: STEALING HIS FATHER-IN-LAW’S FISH

Finally, Qi Yun transferred 138,000 to Wei Yong, and he ended up with two boxes of apples before he left.

Back home, Qi Yun washed his face.

He opened Peng Ge’s WeChat and transferred 12,000 to him, then changed the remark ’Peng Ge 12000’ to just Peng Ge.

He took a notebook from the bag under the bed, on which all his debts were recorded, with a total of 320,000 remaining.

He crossed out Peng Ge’s name in order and let out a long sigh of relief.

Currently, he still has 800 in cash, and 26,000 in the card.

Of which, 18,500 is reserved for paying for gift boxes, and 5,500 is to repay Xiao Huang Mao, including his day’s wage.

Qi Yun’s eyes moved to the next name on the paper, Old Feng 20,000.

He found the other’s WeChat and transferred 2,000, then left a message saying, "Sorry bro, this is all I can do for now."

After putting away the notebook, he grabbed the two boxes of apples and the bottle of Maotai that Wei Yong had given him and went out the door.

Passing by the store, he went in to say hello to Old Wang, leaving a box of apples.

"Uncle Wang, I’m not setting up my stall these days, no need to send vegetables to me today."

Old Wang’s gaze moved from the long legs of the female broadcaster to the gift box on the table, replying indifferently, "Got it."

Qi Yun wasn’t offended, big shots are always aloof.

He turned his head to look at the idle Xiao Huang Mao nearby, "Binzi, want to go out and play?"

Xiao Huang Mao’s eyes immediately brightened, first glanced at Old Wang, seeing he didn’t object, then eagerly put on his jacket and followed Qi Yun.

The two got on the electric bike and headed towards the edge of the city.

"Qi Ge, why did you transfer 5,500 to me? Didn’t you say no wages, are you taking me for a foot massage?"

"Wage is wage." Qi Yun took the cigarette from his mouth, turned to glance at him, "Aren’t you afraid your old man will find out and beat you if you go for a foot massage?"

Xiao Huang Mao looked indignant, "He himself often goes to Sister Xia’s place for massages, what’s wrong with me going for a foot massage, why beat me?"

"You rascal."

Qi Yun laughed and cursed, these twenty-something guys are full of energy, having those thoughts isn’t unusual.

In the evening, I’ll take him to a proper place to have fun. Once he experiences it, he probably won’t be interested anymore.

The two rode along until they reached Qingshui River. Though it’s winter, some parts of the river aren’t completely frozen.

Qi Yun parked the electric bike by the roadside, invited Xiao Huang Mao to carry things, and the two walked along the riverbank.

"Qi Ge, weren’t we going for a foot massage? Why come here?"

Qi Yun’s eyes scanned around, responding absentmindedly, "Who goes for a foot massage in broad daylight, let’s handle some proper business first."

Xiao Huang Mao oh-ed and didn’t ask further, obediently following behind.

Perhaps due to the cold weather, there weren’t many fishermen by the river, after half an hour they finally met one.

This person looked robust, but judging by his age, he was about the same as Qi Yun, evidently not the ’Old Zhao’ mentioned in the system intelligence.

Qi Yun went up to offer a cigarette, asked warmly, "Brother, how’s your catch?"

The middle-aged man took the cigarette, moved the lid of the bucket by his foot, indicating him to look.

Upon looking, it was crystal clear.

Seeing the man shiver uncontrollably, Qi Yun couldn’t help but think he really was more addicted to fishing than talented.

"Hey, I’m asking, did someone catch a golden carp here yesterday?" Qi Yun continued to ask.

The man lit the cigarette and replied, "Yeah, my father-in-law did, he only catches one in a week, yesterday he even bragged about it to me."

"I had my wife go to his house and steal the fish last night, so mad he didn’t come fishing today."

"Now I’m thinking of catching a couple more and going home to make a pot of fish soup, bringing him some."

After hearing, Qi Yun exclaimed, having such a son-in-law is Old Zhao’s blessing.

"Hey, brother, I’m renovating my house and want to keep some fish, the golden ones bring wealth, sell me that fish."

The man, puffing on the cigarette, glanced at him, "Talking about selling, if you’re fond of it, I’ll just give it to you, a fish ain’t worth much."

Upon hearing, Qi Yun patted his arm and gave a thumbs up, "That’s the spirit!"

He then went to Xiao Huang Mao, whispered a few words, and took out car keys and 200 out from his pocket.

Xiao Huang Mao nodded, put down his things, and quickly left.

"Today there’s really no catch!" The man sighed, lifted the fishing rod and started packing, "I need to go back and make dinner for my daughter, come with me to get it at my place."

"Sure!" Qi Yun nodded with a smile.

His home wasn’t far, just within nearby rows of bungalow courtyards.

On the way, the two chatted briefly, the man’s name was Liu Meng, originally from Three Provinces, stayed in Jiang Province after retiring from the army, usually worked at construction sites, and fished here every day during the winter break.

Upon arriving at Liu Meng’s house, he cheerfully welcomed Qi Yun to sit and turned around to bring a steaming cup of buckwheat tea.

"You have some water, I’ll go get the fish for you," he said as he walked to the backyard.

Qi Yun took out his phone and sent Xiao Huang Mao a location.

Soon, Liu Meng returned with a plastic washbasin, a golden carp swimming inside.

This fish was even more beautiful than he imagined, about twenty centimeters long, should weigh over a kilogram.

Under the room’s light, the scales glittered with a peculiar brilliance, as if the whole fish was coated in gold.

"Brother, you’re really giving me such a beautiful fish?" Qi Yun asked Liu Meng.

Liu Meng casually waved, "I don’t like keeping fish, just like eating them, if you like it, take it away, no big deal."

Qi Yun nodded with a smile, Liu Meng might not be top at fishing, but he’s indeed very generous.

Just then, Xiao Huang Mao came in from the yard, holding a nearly half-meter-long black fish.

"Qi Ge, how’s this? It’s the biggest at the market," he said.

Qi Yun took it, weighed it, must be five or six kilograms.

With a smile, he handed the fish to Liu Meng, "I can’t take your fish for free, you like fish, I’ll trade you with this one."

Liu Meng frowned, "What’s this for, a fish is just a fish, why bother?"

Qi Yun quickly explained, "Meng Ge, it’s my first visit, it’s a gift, if you don’t take it, I wouldn’t have the heart to take your fish."

Upon hearing this, Liu Meng could only sigh and reluctantly accept the fish.

"Alright, you two have some tea, I’ll handle this fish, stay for lunch," he said.

Qi Yun waved his hand in apology, "Can’t stay for lunch, I have something later, will hang out next time."

"Alright then, since you have an appointment, I won’t keep you, take the basin, so the fish won’t die later."

Qi Yun didn’t refuse, signaled Xiao Huang Mao to take the basin, and the two left.

"Meng Ge, no need to see us out, keep in touch when you have time."

As they left the yard, Xiao Huang Mao glanced at Qi Yun’s hands and suddenly said, "Qi Ge, you forgot the box of apples."

Qi Yun smiled without answering.

Through simple interaction, he felt Liu Meng was a good person, worth befriending.

However, since he mentioned the fish was for keeping at home, he didn’t directly tell the value of the carp, otherwise the person might have thoughts.

Just consider it a favor owed, since a long time awaits, he’ll find a chance to repay him later.

The two arrived at the ornamental fish market, after some bargaining, the golden carp was eventually sold for 2000 yuan.

Xiao Huang Mao watched in astonishment, mouth agape, "Qi Ge, how did you know the fish was valuable?"

"You guess."

Qi Yun acted mysteriously, making Xiao Huang Mao curious, amazed at earning 2000 yuan so quickly, anyone would be surprised.

But his curiosity didn’t last long, when he saw Little Fang in a tight skirt at the ad shop, the question on his lips vanished instantly.