Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

Yang Bai pursed his lips: "Okay, let's arrange it like this, thanks."

For two consecutive days, the two 10-ton steel fishing boats operated at full capacity on the high seas.

The total weight is 51,024 jin.

It's almost ready to reach 60,000 jin (30,000 kg), just one last step: setting sail to finish the job.

Yang Bai let out a long yawn.

He was on duty last night, and took a nap in the afternoon to recover some of his energy.

He grabbed a pinch of tea leaves and threw them into the enamel cup.

Because the fishing method is used for nighttime fishing, the departure time is set at 3 pm.

Boiling water is poured into the cup, and the tea leaves unfurl and tumble.

Yang Bai pulled up a chair, sat down, blew away the foam, and took a sip while it was still hot.

The bittersweet aroma of the tea spread across my tongue, and my mind became much clearer.

The wooden stairs creaked as Yang Jun stretched and walked down, plopping down on a long bench.

"Brother, what time is it?"

Yang Bai looked up and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's 2:30. If you want something to eat, hurry up, the ship is about to leave port."

He casually grabbed a handful of peanuts in their shells from the table, pinched them between his fingers, and the red-skinned peanut kernels fell into his palm.

He blew off the bits of skin, popped them into his mouth, and chewed them with a crunching sound.

Yang Jun came over and swiped a few peanuts from Yang Bai's hand.

"Okay." He chewed as he walked out, then ran to the corner grocery store to buy a box of mung bean cakes to fill his stomach.

"I wonder what Old Chen brought today." Yang Jun picked up a piece of mung bean cake, took a bite, and mumbled indistinctly.

In order to meet the construction deadline and have a hot meal these past two days, Yang Bai had instructed everyone to prepare their own meals and bring them on the ship, as it was better than eating plain flatbread.

Not long after, Chen Dahai stepped into the cabin carrying several aluminum lunch boxes in each hand, followed by several crew members carrying large and small bags of food.

"Dinner's ready!" Chen Dahai pushed one of the lunch boxes, carefully wrapped in cotton cloth, in front of Yang Bai.

As soon as the lid was lifted, a waft of steam mixed with aroma wafted out.

The top layer is shredded pork with a bright red color and a flavorful aroma.

Yang Jun's eyes widened instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and even the mung bean cake in his hand lost its appeal.

"Wow! Shredded pork with garlic sauce? Brother Yang, this must have been made by my two ex-wives!"

"Old Chen, hurry, open it and see what's underneath!"

He rubbed his hands together, swallowing hard in his eagerness.

Chen Dahai chuckled as he untied the cotton cloth.

"Xiao Jun's nose is sharper than a dog's; he can tell whose cooking it is just by smelling it. That's right, it was specially delivered by my two former siblings-in-law."

"That's exactly what they said: Xiao Yang works hard, so he should have a good meal."

Chen Dahai imitated a woman's tone, which caused a burst of laughter from those around him.

"My ex-sister-in-law also made one for us, but it's nowhere near as good as Xiao Yang's."

"After all, that was a special treatment specifically for Xiao Yang."

A sour, amused atmosphere filled the cabin as several old bachelors exchanged knowing glances.

Yang Jun shook his head and sighed, "When will I be able to find such a virtuous wife? She's so caring and a great cook. That would be the best life."

Liu Dade poured cold water on the idea, saying, "Dream on. With your impulsive nature, you'll probably marry a shrew who'll beat you with a rolling pin every day."

The entire cabin erupted in laughter.

Yang Jun coughed twice: "Alright, alright, I'll just keep daydreaming. Hurry up and look at the next dish, I'm so hungry."

The second layer is revealed: braised pork belly in a rich, dark sauce.

The third layer is braised fish, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

The fourth layer is stir-fried cabbage, glistening with oil.

At the very bottom, there was a large lunchbox of corn and pork rib soup and tightly packed white rice.

Four meat dishes and one vegetable dish.

These days, even celebrating the Lunar New Year doesn't always involve this kind of extravagance.

The crew members couldn't take their eyes off it.

"This isn't a sea voyage, it's a feast!"

Yang Jun wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, his stomach rumbling with cravings.

Yang Bai picked up the box of white rice and tapped the edge of the box with his chopsticks.

"Alright, stop looking. Yours is just as good, hurry up and eat it while it's hot."

He urged him on verbally, but he was secretly pleased.

The ex-wives' sentiments are truly impeccable.

Yang Jun quickly set up the table, and Chen Dahai lined up everyone's lunchboxes.

Two meat dishes and one vegetable dish—while not as luxurious as Yang Bai's—were still very generous in portion and tasted just as outstanding.

Yang Jun picked up his chopsticks and shouted, "Thank you, ex-sister-in-law!"

Others chimed in, "Thank you, former sister-in-law (brother's wife)!"

After a whirlwind of activity and a hearty meal, the two steel ships sped off into the sea right on time.

As night falls, high-powered incandescent lights illuminate the sea.

The large perimeter fencing has been set up.

Yang Bai stood at the edge of the deck, watching the movements beneath the sea.

Every now and then a large fish would try to break through the mesh of the net, so he would pick up the pebbles he had prepared at his feet and throw them at the water, using the splash and the sound to disperse the fish.

Liu Dade came over, offered him a cigarette, and lit one for himself as well.

"Xiao Yang, the regional commissioner is coming to inspect tomorrow. Are you nervous? I'm really worried."

He took a deep drag, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, trying to suppress his inner unease.

He had lived most of his life, and the highest-ranking official he had ever met was the village party secretary.

I've only ever heard of high-ranking leaders like regional commissioners on the radio.

If he hadn't followed Yang Bai, he wouldn't have even had the chance to meet him once in his life.

Yang Bai threw the last stone in his hand into the sea, startling the small group of fish that had just gathered on the surface of the water, causing them to scatter.

"I wouldn't say I was nervous."

Yang Bai patted the dust off his hands.

"All I could think about was how to take this opportunity to find a market for the clothes Wanqiu made. And how to talk to the higher-ups and get a few large-tonnage boats approved for our fishing port."

In his previous life, Yang Bai had attended countless high-level meetings, and was used to grand occasions at the city and provincial levels.

Those leaders in high positions, once they take off their uniforms and strip away their halos, are just ordinary people who eat grains and vegetables.

What he values ​​is the development potential behind this opportunity.

If Wanqiu wants to pursue a career in the clothing industry in the future, he needs to prepare in advance.

As for the fishing port, its current transportation capacity is far too weak.

An order for 60,000 jin (30,000 kg) could have been handled in one or two trips by a large steel ship, but it was split into three days.

The Fisheries Bureau's 100-ton-class ship can only be used three times; each use reduces its availability. Good resources must be used wisely.

These demands must be clearly stated in front of the commissioner.

"It has to be you, Xiao Yang." Liu Dade gave a thumbs up. "You can't find another person in the whole county who spoils his ex-wife in such a roundabout way."

Yang Bai smiled.

"I was a bastard in the past and owe them too much. Now that I have a better future, I have to make it up to them."

His tone was calm.

Liu Dade's eyes darted around, and his gossip-loving spirit blazed brightly.

"Yang Bai, let me ask you a honest question. Your relationship is so good now, if both of your ex-wives asked you to remarry them at the same time, who would you choose?"

As soon as the question was asked, several crew members who had been eavesdropping nearby secretly suppressed their laughter.

Yang Bai could easily see through the thoughts of these seasoned veterans.

"Are you really going to bring up remarriage at the same time?" Yang Bai stroked his chin. "Then I'll just pick my generals and generals, whoever comes up is whoever I want."

"Selecting generals and soldiers? That's a brilliant idea. If it were me, I'd have a hard time making choices too."

Liu Dade patted Yang Bai on the shoulder, laughed, and walked away to check the winch.

Yang Bai braced his hands on the gunwale, gazing at the dark, undulating sea, and gently shook his head.

"Selecting soldiers and generals? Only children make choices."

He muttered to himself, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of the waves.

"In this life, I want both."

Yang Bai came to his senses and looked at the sea, but found something was wrong. Why would a moray eel be surfacing?

Moray eels typically stay on the seabed and only surface when they come up.

Realizing this was unusual, Yang Bai almost subconsciously began to observe his surroundings.

There was no wind, and the air was already damp and sticky before the mackerel were even caught.

The reason why moray eels surface is most likely due to low air pressure leading to low oxygen levels, causing them to rise to the surface to breathe oxygen.

The weather lately has been even more unpredictable, with large temperature differences between day and night and no wind.

There is a high chance of heavy fog, so even with incandescent lights, you should still go back as soon as possible.

Foggy days can be quite troublesome.