"Coming back to the fishing village isn't so bad, you see? I just got back today and already made over two hundred thousand," Yang Fan joked.
"Nonsense! That's just you stepping on some stupid luck! This kind of luck probably only happens to you once in your whole life!" Yang Hongtao rolled his eyes.
"Heh," Yang Fan chuckled, not wanting to argue further.
Anyway, after he went out to sea again tomorrow, he could prove them wrong.
"Cut the crap. Seriously, Fan, what's your real plan coming back to the village?" Yang Hongtao asked again.
"Plan? I honestly hadn't thought that far before."
Yang Fan thought for a moment, then said seriously, "The rough idea is to first fish nearshore to earn some money, then once I have enough, buy a Deep-sea fishing vessel to fish in the open sea. After that, when the money is enough, start my own fishery to raise fish and stuff."
What?
Buy a deep-sea fishing vessel to fish in the open sea?
And start a fishery?
Hearing Yang Fan say this so seriously, Yang Hongtao's eyes almost popped out, nearly spraying beer all over Yang Fan's face.
"Fan, I gotta say, you've been in the metropolis for years and your bullshitting skills have really improved—how can you say such big nonsense without even blushing?"
"Do you even know how much a deep-sea fishing vessel costs?"
"Do you know how much it costs to start a fishery?"
Yang Hongtao stared at Yang Fan and rolled his eyes wildly.
"If you don't believe me, forget it."
They say when you tell the truth, no one believes you, so Yang Fan shrugged and stopped explaining.
"Fan, it's not that I don't believe you, I know you're ambitious. But a deep-sea fishing vessel costs at least several million, maybe even tens of millions. Where are you gonna get that kind of money? And a fishery? Don't even dream without at least a hundred million in assets!"
Yang Hongtao knew his buddy was always a thinker since childhood.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be the first in dozens of villages to get into a prestigious university.
But buying a deep-sea fishing vessel and start a fishery?
How could a small-time fisherman ever make that kind of cash?
If Yang Fan stayed in the city to start a business, maybe he could make big money.
But going back to the village to be a fisherman and hoping to get rich? That's just a cruel joke!
Unless he's constantly stepping on stupid luck and catching these rare lobsters every day!
But is that even possible?
Of course not!
Yang Hongtao immediately gave his answer.
"Alright, Hongtao, stop worrying about me. I have my reasons for coming back. You'll understand someday."
Yang Fan was tired of the discussion—it wouldn't get anywhere.
"Okay, Fan, if you're sure, that's good. You graduated from a top university, so you probably have it all figured out better than me."
Seeing Yang Fan's attitude, Yang Hongtao dropped the subject.
"Hongtao, what about you? You're not getting any younger. Has your family set you up on any blind dates?"
Yang Fan smile, a bit nosy.
Young fishermen usually marry young.
At Yang Hongtao's age, many would already have kids.
"Ah! Of course, been on several blind dates, but none suitable!"
Talking about blind dates, Yang Hongtao sighed.
"What's the problem? Too picky, think the girls are ugly?" Yang Fan teased.
"Nah! It's them who don't want me. They think I'm a useless fisherman. Nowadays, any girl with a little bit of prospects wants to marry into the city. Who'd want to marry a poor fisherman like me?"
Frustrated, Yang Hongtao took a big swig from his beer bottle.
Actually, although nearshore resources are getting scarce, Yang Hongtao works hard and still earns quite a bit—at least more than an ordinary white-collar worker.
But these days, how many girls want to stay in a fishing village to fish?
So, the difficulty in finding a wife in the village is a big reason Yang Hongtao wants to quit fishing and move to the city.
"A real man never worries about being without a wife. Hongtao, don't worry—you're just poor now. When you get rich, even if you stay in the village, plenty of beauties will want to be with you."
Seeing his friend's mood sinking, Yang Fan smiled and comforted him.
But instead, Yang Hongtao got even gloomier:
"Damn! Fan, that's just bullshit. If I had money, I wouldn't worry about girls! The problem is how much can a broke fisherman like me actually earn?"
"..."
Yang Fan rolled his eyes—his kindness was being taken for granted.
"Forget it! Enough about me. What about you, Fan? After all those years outside, didn't you get yourself a girlfriend?"
Yang Hongtao started gossiping about Yang Fan now.
"Uh, no." Yang Fan shrugged.
He'd been single throughout college and after graduation, busy with work and never really got to meet girls.
"Damn! You too?"
"Fan, you're no good! I'm big and rough, no wonder girls don't like me, but you're so handsome and you still can't find a girl?"
"What a waste of your good looks!"
"If I had your face, I'd have dated a bunch of girls by now!"
Hearing Yang Fan was also single, Yang Hongtao immediately gave him a middle finger in mock disdain.
"..."
Yang Little Fandn't bother replying.
He felt Yang Hongtao was definitely enjoying this misfortune of his.
But actually, Yang Hongtao wasn't wrong.
Yang Fan looked good—he was the campus heartthrob.
Normally, with that face, finding a girlfriend in college wouldn't be hard.
But because of the heavy blow of losing his parents in freshman year, he had sunk into depression, with no mood for romance, missing the best dating years in first and second year.
Later in third and fourth year, everyone was busy with internships and job hunting, so no time for relationships.
"Alright, enough of this useless talk,"
Yang Fan joked, then changed the subject:
"By the way, Hongtao, do you have any spare old fishing boats? If so, lend me one tomorrow—I'm planning to go fishing."
"Yeah, I still have one old fishing boat that I'm not using right now. It's just parked at the village dock. You can use it anytime."
Yang Hongtao nodded and joked:
"But Fan, you just got back and you're already heading out to sea? You really set your mind on stealing my business, huh?"
"Damn! What business? The ocean belongs to you!" Yang Fan laughed and cursed back.
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