Beachcombing: The beach is full of amazing seafood, but my wife won't let me get out of bed!

The bosses all nodded in agreement.

Lin Tao realized what was happening and quickly looked for paper and pen in the room.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen."

Within two minutes, every boss had a pen and paper.

"Gentlemen, let's begin."

Boss Huang took the notebook, removed the pen cap, and turned to walk to the corner.

Following his lead, Boss Wang found a secluded spot.

Boss Zhang and Boss Li exchanged a glance, then turned their backs to each other.

The shop immediately fell silent.

Boss Huang pressed the notebook against the wall, his chubby fingers holding the ballpoint pen, just about to put it on the paper.

He suddenly stopped.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his brows slowly furrowed into a knot.

Something's not right!

This is not about saving face at all!

This is clearly a trap!

With open bidding, everyone raises the price by a thousand or two thousand, making it clear who the other's bottom line is.

If the price is too high, far exceeding the value of the fish itself, you can simply stop following the price and cut your losses in time.

But now?

Sealed bidding!

Just guessing!

You have no idea what the other three people are really after!

This wild yellow croaker weighing 18.7 jin (approximately 9.8 catties) is an absolute rare treasure; you might not be able to find one even if you have money.

If you write the price too low, even if it's just one dollar less than others, this treasure will be completely lost.

But if it's written too high...

Boss Huang swallowed hard.

What if someone else only offers 38, but you impulsively write down 8?

That would mean paying tens of thousands of yuan more for no reason, making one a complete sucker!

But if he writes the price too low, and the item is only a few tens of thousands short, and someone else snatches it away, he won't be willing to accept that.

Boss Huang was sweating profusely.

He turned his head and secretly glanced at Boss Wang standing at the door.

Boss Wang hasn't started writing yet.

His tall, thin frame leaned against the doorframe, pen in hand, staring at the blank paper, his expression worse than if he'd swallowed a dead fly.

Clearly, everyone had realized what was happening.

This sealed bid is a hundred times worse than an open auction!

Open bidding is a contest of financial resources.

Sealed bidding is a psychological battle.

And it's a psychological war with no bottom line!

Mr. Zhang, who wears glasses, had already taken them off and was wiping the lenses with the corner of his clothes, his hands trembling violently.

Mr. Li scratched his head in frustration and craned his neck to peek at how much others were paying.

Wu Sui sat in the chair, watching the several big bosses with great interest.

Lin Tao stood to the side, somewhat dumbfounded by the strange atmosphere.

He initially thought this was a good idea.

But seeing the bosses looking as constipated as they were, I realized what the trick was.

How is this kid's brain structured?

A few words and a simple game of blind bidding were enough to leave these four old foxes scratching their heads in frustration.

"Old Huang."

Mr. Wang suddenly turned his head, breaking the silence.

He looked at Boss Huang in the corner with a forced smile.

"We're all old acquaintances."

"Give me a hint, how much are you planning to write?"

Boss Huang chuckled and tucked the pen behind his ear.

"Old Wang, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"I'll tell you how much I'll write, and then you'll add a dollar to it?"

Boss Huang patted his round belly.

"I, Lao Huang, am determined to have this fish today."

"I advise you guys not to bother, you definitely can't afford the price I'm offering."

Boss Wang curled his lip.

Anyone can brag.

"I know you Cantonese people love to eat and know how to enjoy food, but are you really willing to spend that much money on a single fish?"

"Old Huang, how about this? I'll give you this fish, and I'll cook it at the restaurant later. You can come and eat there, okay?"

Boss Huang spat at Fatty Wang.

"You want to take this fish home and then eat it at your restaurant? Wouldn't you charge me millions? Wouldn't it be better for me to buy it and eat it myself?"

Mr. Zhang, who wore glasses, put them back on and slowly interjected.

"Stop arguing, you two."

"I plan to use this fish as a gift; the budget is more than enough."

"If you feel the pinch, give up now."

Boss Li chuckled beside him.

"Gifts? Boss Zhang is really generous."

"But I also need this fish, so no one can take it away easily."

The four of them chatted amongst themselves, exchanging cryptic remarks.

They were both desperately testing each other's bottom line, and both were desperately trying to conceal their true intentions.

Wu Sui took out his phone and checked the time.

"Four bosses, it's almost time."

"Everyone's pretty busy, let's hurry up."

Wu Sui urged him on, then lowered his voice and gave Lin Tao some instructions.

"Brother Tao, pack some baby lobster, abalone, and sea cucumber for the bosses later, and put it on my tab."

Hearing this, Lin Tao understood that Wu Sui didn't want him to offend anyone.

"No need for you. I didn't do a good job today. I'll go and do it right away."

As he spoke, he turned around and grabbed a few plastic bags to pack seafood for the restaurant owners.

Wu Sui didn't care, since it wouldn't cost much anyway.

The four bosses became even more anxious.

Boss Huang gritted his teeth and picked up the pen again.

Just after he finished writing, he turned and glanced at Boss Zhang.

Boss Zhang said he wanted to give a gift, and the person giving the gift was the one who was most not short of money.

Mr. Huang irritably tugged at his collar and changed another number.

Things aren't much better for Boss Wang.

The pen tip hovered on the paper for a long time, unable to fall.

Writing too much hurts my heart, writing too little hurts my wallet.

This feeling was worse than killing him.

It was quite windy and cool today, but the four bosses had large beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Lin Tao finished packing the seafood, his mouth watering at the sight.

He now finally understood why Wu Sui had chosen to use a sealed bid system.

This isn't selling fish; it's practically squeezing every last drop of profit from these bosses!

Normally, when the price is publicly listed, the maximum increase is only a few tens of thousands of yuan.

Given the current situation, these old foxes will definitely drive the price up to the bone to ensure everything goes perfectly!

A full five minutes passed.

Boss Huang finally made up his mind, tore the paper off the notebook, folded it in half, and held it in his hand.

"Young man, I've finished writing."

Boss Wang followed closely behind and handed the folded note to Wu Sui.

Subsequently, Boss Zhang and Boss Li also handed over their slips of paper.

Four slips of paper were neatly arranged in front of Wu Sui.

The group formed a circle, their eyes fixed on Wu Sui, their breathing becoming heavy.

Wu Sui opened each one and glanced at them, his tone remaining calm.

"Thank you all for gracing us with your presence. This big yellow croaker is now Mr. Huang's."

The group was visibly stunned for a moment, and then Boss Wang simply reneged on his promise.

"No, no, I haven't thought it through yet. I'll give you a new quote."

Boss Huang was having a great time, so how could he possibly agree?

"Old Wang, are you a sore loser? We agreed to only quote one price, don't try to renege."

The other two bosses were also somewhat disappointed, but they had already quoted their target price and there was no reason for them to back out. They all criticized Boss Wang.

Boss Wang was still persistent: "Then I need to know how much you reported, right?"

Old Huang chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Want to know?"