Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 10 Showdown

At six o'clock in the morning the next day, after Zhang Yang had breakfast, he packed the prepackaged nest materials in his book and went to the river again.

Yesterday, Lao Zhao also caught beauty, and he will come again today. Those who order wine and rice in the group, if they don’t come to play, need Lao Zhao’s help to bring them back to the city.

When it came to the whirling turn that exploded yesterday, Zhang Yang suddenly became depressed!

Good guy, there are a total of [-] people in a small swirling area. Needless to say, they all came after seeing their explosion in protecting fish yesterday.

Zhang Yang went to Lao Zhao to count the wine and rice, said hello and was ready to leave.

"It's a good day, why did you leave so early? Didn't you get off the pole?" Old Zhao asked in surprise.

"I have something to do in the morning, come over early after work, you guys play your tricks!"

"Okay, you are busy first! If you catch well, I will send out the fish and get the battle report for you!"

"Thanks in advance! Withdraw the Ang, you guys play!"

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After leaving the Wen River, Zhang Yang rode his bicycle and returned home quickly.

After going back and forth and counting the nest materials and chatting, about an hour passed. Zhang Yang glanced at his watch and agreed to go to the factory to meet the workers at eight o'clock. There was plenty of time.

After saying hello to his mother, Zhang Yang rode his bicycle and headed towards the town. He had worked and stayed in the textile factory for several years in his previous life, and Zhang Yang was very well-mannered.

At 45:15, Zhang Yang arrived at the office of the workshop director in charge of recruiting workers [-] minutes early.

It was also here that Zhang Yang once again met Li Cunyi, the master security guard who taught him fishing in his previous life, after being a man for two lifetimes.

Old Li was Uncle Zhang Yang's comrade-in-arms, the first time he saw Zhang Yang, Li Cunyi treated him very well.

It's nothing more than a job as an apprentice.

The workshop director simply explained a few words in the office, and Lao Li led Zhang Yang out of the workshop.

It happened that there was a problem with a machine that needed to be repaired. Unlike some unscrupulous masters who oppressed apprentices, Lao Li was ready to take Zhang Yang, a "cheap" apprentice, to start learning on the first day.

Li Cunyi didn't have the idea of ​​hiding it, but Zhang Yang only wanted to go through the motions in his heart.

Originally, Zhang Yang made an excuse for himself before coming here that the noise was too loud and his head hurt, but he didn't expect that after staying in the workshop for less than an hour, his head really started to buzz.

Just like some people get motion sickness in a car, many people are not used to it in a place with high noise like a textile workshop.

Zhang Yang didn't feel that there was a problem when he first came here in his previous life, but this life is different, he just stayed with his master for more than half an hour, his face was pale, and his forehead felt uncomfortable.

Originally thinking about staying until after get off work, Zhang Yang only persisted in the workshop for less than an hour, and then vomited it out.

This vomit was out of control, and I vomited up all my breakfast.

Now, the original excuse became a fact, even Li Cunyi called Uncle Zhang Yang, the noise was too loud for the children, and the job of security couldn't be continued!

Based on this actual situation, Zhang Yang's job interview today failed.

Zhang Yang greeted the workshop director in the factory, and then Li Cunyi, and rode his bicycle back home ahead of schedule.

A few minutes later, Zhang Guofu, who got the news, also came back early.

"Yangyang, what's the matter? You've been working well, why are you throwing up? Didn't you catch a cold?" The mother was very concerned about her son, and Zhang Yang asked him questions as soon as he entered the room.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "The noise in the workshop is too loud, the shuttle of the loom keeps knocking, and after staying for less than half an hour, I feel uncomfortable in my head. I couldn't bear it after holding on for more than an hour. Just spit it out!"

"It's a good technical job. Others have no chance if they sharpen their heads. Why can't you go here? Can you persevere? It should be fine after a few days of adaptation!"

Zhang Guofu still feels sorry for his son's job opportunity this time, and is making the last effort.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "I heard from Uncle Li that this kind of thing is like motion sickness, it's hard to get used to because of the relationship between body functions!

I also encountered this kind of situation with a little girl who was learning to open a textile machine before. She stayed there for more than a week and vomited every day, and she couldn't adapt! "

"Father, look at Yangyang's face, it's not quite right! Since the child can't do it, then find another way!" The mother felt sorry for her son and added.

Zhang Yang did not keep silent at this time, but opened his mouth to say the draft that he had made on the way back: "Dad, Mom! Not being able to do security work is not necessarily a bad thing, I have an idea, I hope you can support me! "

"What do you think, kid?" Zhang Guofu didn't take it seriously.

Zhang Yang turned around and walked out the door of the north room, and brought the jar of Chinese medicine wine he had brewed from the side room to his parents.

"Why are you carrying this crap? Your mother told me last night that she spent money to buy wine and ruined the family's corn dregs to go fishing! I'm too lazy to talk about you, do you think I don't know?" Zhang Guofu said with a frown.

Zhang Yang nodded: "I'm indeed doing this, but it's not the kind of entertainment you think! I plan to make money by selling Chinese medicine, wine and rice!"

"How much money can I make with just this crap? Even if I go to a construction site with me as a small worker, I still pay 50 yuan a day. How much rice can you sell! It's unreliable!"

The old man dismissed Zhang Yang's thoughts.

Zhang Yang grinned when he heard that it was 50 yuan a day for a small worker, and stretched out his hand to take it out of his trouser pocket.

There was a thick stack of banknotes, including odds and ends. Including the wine and rice sold early this morning, the total was more than 1000 yuan.

"This money is the money I earned from selling fish at the night market and selling wine and rice in the night market in the past few days! The material cost of a catty of wine and rice is more than two yuan, and it sells for fifteen! Yesterday and today, I have already sold fifty catties. The supply is still in short supply!" Zhang Yang explained confidently.

"They are all idiots? Why can you sell fifteen pounds of corn dregs soaked in wine?"

When Zhang Guofu saw the money on the table, his tone was a little shaken, but he still had serious doubts. In his opinion, this was completely impossible.

Faced with his father's doubts, Zhang Yang was not impatient, and patiently explained: "You see, the water level of the Wenhe River has been quite high in the past two years, and there are a lot of fish, so there are quite a lot of people fishing by the river, right?
It’s true that ordinary peasants don’t have time to fish, but people from outside are not short of money. If you don’t believe me, go to the southeast embankment in the south of the village to have a look. People who come to fish outside, cars are lined up!
The nest-making wine rice I sell is not for people to eat, but for fish!

They can't catch a few crucian carp with the commercial wine and rice bought from the fishing tackle shop, but they can catch them with mine. Do you think they will buy them?
As long as they approve my wine rice, I will naturally be able to earn this money! "

"How can there be so many idlers fishing every day without doing anything, and cars lined up? I'll go and have a look!"

After Zhang Yang explained, Zhang Guofu still couldn't accept it, so he simply put out the cigarette, got up and rode his motorcycle to the southeast dike that Zhang Yang said.

After more than ten minutes, Zhang Guofu came back with a changed expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)