1983Fishing and Farming between Mountains and Seas

Chapter 60 Finding a Market

When Lin Baixian heard what Xu Ping said, he also felt that the restaurant business might be a promising prospect.

"Did he tell me what time he would call me again in the evening?" he immediately asked Xu Ping.

"Ten o'clock at night."

"Okay then I'll be there in a while. Thank you, Aunt Ping. Next time I catch a big fish, I'll bring it to you to eat!" Lin Baixian thanked with a grin.

"Let's go! We are from the same village, who needs your fish?"

Xu Ping was swearing, but she was smiling happily. Whether there was a shortage of fish was one thing, but at least it was hard to dislike a young man with a sweet mouth.

Liang Ziqiang glanced at the wall clock hanging on the wall of Xu Ping's house, then thanked Xu Ping and walked out with his father and Lin Baixian.

As soon as he came out, Lin Baixian made an agreement with Liang Ziqiang:
"Go back and have a meal, then come to Uncle Rui's house and wait for the call. Aqiang, you must come!"

Liang Ziqiang nodded, and the two of them decided.

To be honest, after being used to mobile phones of later generations, I am still not used to the communication methods of this era.

In the future, if there is anything going on, people can just use WeChat and chat face to face. In this era, it is like a secret meeting.

There was only one telephone in the whole village, which was placed in Zhong Yongrui's home, so that the town could contact him at any time. Of course, sometimes, even if the town notified him to attend a meeting, they might not call him, but shout on the radio.

Apart from this, it is not very necessary, because villagers rarely need to make telephone calls to the outside world these days.

It was Lin Baixian who knew to tell his cousin the village phone number for occasional contact.

Liang's father listened to the two people talking and roughly understood what they were talking about. He asked:

"Did those city people who helped you find out about the restaurant last time get any news?"

"probably."

Father Liang was overjoyed:

"Just when I was worrying about what to do with those goods, I got some news. What do you call this? It's like sending a pillow when you're sleepy or giving toilet paper when you're squatting!"

Liang Ziqiang was speechless towards his father.

It’s nice to have a pillow when you’re sleepy, but what’s the point of giving toilet paper when you’re squatting in the toilet?

"Uncle Fu, let me ask you something. When you go to the toilet, don't you bring paper with you?"

Lin Baixian looked bashful and asked Liang Defu with a wink.

"How do you talk? I'm just giving you an analogy. Do you understand?"

Liang Defu was rarely angry and just glared at Lin Baixian.

The three of them burst into laughter.

I'm about to make money, and it seems like I can't be angry even if I want to. I'm happy no matter what I say.

Liang Ziqiang and his son went to Cai Jinsheng's house again, and then hurried back home.

After dinner, Liang Ziqiang stayed at home for a while. When he thought it was about time, he went to Zhong Yongrui's house.

Before going out, I saw that there were still several watermelons left, so I picked one.

After all, ten o'clock in the evening was not too early for the villagers. Rushing to answer the phone at this time somewhat disturbed the rest of Zhong Yongrui's family.

When they arrived at the Zhong family, Lin Baixian arrived at almost the same time.

Liang Ziqiang said apologetically:

"Sorry to bother you, Uncle Rui. We won't talk for too long, just finish what we have to say."

When Zhong Yongrui and his wife saw Liang Ziqiang carrying a large watermelon, their faces naturally became better. Zhong Yongrui immediately said:
"It's no big deal to answer a phone call. It's no trouble at all." Xu Ping also smiled and said, "Why are you carrying a watermelon? Don't be so polite to your aunt in the future!"

Xu Ping had a good relationship with Liang's mother Yuan Qiuying, and when she saw Liang Ziqiang carrying things to her door, she naturally spoke more cordially.

The two sat in Zhong's house for a while. Looking at the clock on the wall, at two minutes past ten, the phone rang.

Lin Baixian was sitting next to the phone. He immediately picked up the bulky receiver and shouted "Hello".

After chatting for a while, Lin Baixian said:
"Brother Feng, you are here too? Thank you for your concern. OK, OK, Aqiang? He is sitting next to us!"

After saying that, Lin Baixian waved desperately to ask Liang Ziqiang to come closer.

The telephone line was a bit short, so when Liang Ziqiang took the receiver, Lin Baixian automatically gave up his seat for him to sit down.

Liang Ziqiang didn't expect Lu Feng to be here. He felt a little grateful in his heart and said to the buzzing voice on the other end of the phone:

"Brother Feng is so thoughtful. Thank you, thank you!"

The call quality was really bad. After two buzzes, I heard Lu Feng say:
"Don't even mention thank you. The last time Fangfang went back to see the doctor, the doctor said that it was a good thing that it was stopped in time. If they had really encountered that blue-ringed seal, they wouldn't have been able to do anything! If anyone wants to thank you, it's me who should thank you!"

Liang Ziqiang didn't expect Lu Feng to bring up the last incident right away. He was willing to take the trouble to help him contact the restaurant, probably out of gratitude. From this point of view, Lu Feng is a man of friendship, if nothing else.

"I'm glad she's fine. That's what she should do!" Liang Ziqiang replied quickly.

Lu Feng continued on the phone:
"Last time, didn't you want to find a sales channel for restaurants? I went to see a few friends these two days when I had some free time. The state-owned hotels don't seem to be very interested in this, but there is a hotel called Yuehai Hotel, which is invested by people from Hong Kong Island. They are now actively looking for seafood supplies!"

When Liang Ziqiang heard that Hong Kong was involved in the investment, he subconsciously felt that the level of this hotel should be quite high.

In those days, most hotels and restaurants were still state-owned, but there were exceptions. For example, restaurants operated by Hong Kong Island funds had already begun to appear.

A large proportion of the customers of this type of restaurant are people who come from Hong Kong Island, and their spending power is definitely much higher than the general class of that era.

He thought of the “three-knife” fish from last time. Zheng Liu specially bought it for someone else and said at the time that “people in Hong Kong love to eat it.”

Now that he thought about it, he even felt that the incident might be related to the "Yuedao Restaurant". As for whether Zheng Liu contacted the Yuedao Restaurant directly or it passed through several layers of hands, it was unclear.

The thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately asked Lu Feng:
"What kind of seafood do they want? It shouldn't be the usual one, right?"

Sure enough, Lu Feng replied:
"They also need common seafood, but they are not short of it. What they are actively looking for are some rare and precious seafood. I don't know much about this, but they gave me a few examples, such as three-sword fish, relatively large four-head abalone, three-head abalone, grouper..."

Three-knife fish? Hearing this, Liang Ziqiang suspected even more that the three-knife fish he caught last time was destined for this restaurant.

As for the four-head abalone, three-head abalone, and the more precious wild grouper, aren't these the goods that you are struggling to sell?

"Oh, by the way," Lu Feng continued:

"Didn't you tell me about that chicken claw snail last time? They really need it! Can you still find it?"

Damn, I still have half a bag of snakeskin stored there at home!
"We can find it, for sure!" Liang Ziqiang told Lu Feng very confidently, "It's just that this thing is very difficult to collect, but Ah Xian and I can still collect some. I wonder how much they would offer if they want to buy it?"

The last time he sold it to Zheng Liu, he only sold it for 1.8 yuan after much persuasion. Liang Ziqiang always felt that he had lost a lot. I wonder how much higher the price can be if Yuehai Restaurant buys it directly?
More than three dollars? Five dollars? Six dollars?
The next second he knew the answer. Lu Feng smiled and said:
"I actually asked about the price. The manager said that the normal price is 12 yuan per pound. If the size is big enough, you can add a little more..."

Twelve?! And more...

Damn, Zheng Liu, you are such a kind-hearted person, how evil is this?

I have seen middlemen making a profit from the price difference, but I have never seen middlemen eating people directly!

Knowing that this thing is rarely bought and sold, and that it is difficult for fishermen to compare prices, you are just trying to blackmail it.

Fortunately, after he was cheated, he always felt something was wrong, so he immediately asked someone to find a restaurant and find another way out!

At this moment, Liang Ziqiang really wanted to greet the ancestors of Zheng Liu's family...

(End of this chapter)