The next day.
Mrs. Zhuo really looked just like Zhuo Qianqian’s sister, unbelievably young, and you couldn’t tell she was already thirty-seven.
Mr. Zhuo was even more absurd, tall and strong with a dark complexion, and not a wrinkle on his face, looking at most twenty-five or twenty-six. No wonder Wang Fan called them big brother and sister right away.
After spending ti together yesterday, Wang Fan wasn’t as reserved.
Zhuo Qianqian’s ho was a two-story house with a lot of space, and Wang Fan was directly arranged to stay in the guest room.
And Wang Fan finally realized where Zhuo Qianqian got her genes for being talkative after drinking.
With his less than half a jin of alcohol tolerance, he was already invincible in this little family.
He never expected Mr. Zhuo, this Uyghur hunk, would also be a lightweight.
And his drinking manners weren’t great. After one drink, he wanted to beco sworn brothers with Wang Fan, but this quickly made their relationship familiar.
Early in the morning, Mr. Zhuo left, saying there were things to handle at the farm, and Zhuo Qianqian took Wang Fan on a thorough tour of the small town.
Although the town wasn’t large and didn’t have many people, it was truly affluent, with walnut orchards, date gardens, greenhouse vegetables, aquaculture, pigeons, cattle, etc., clearly more prosperous than an average town.
Then Wang Fan was surprised to discover that the system had issued a task.
"Ding."
"Task release: Please set up a stall at Yuan Mountain Seafood Farm for five consecutive days starting Monday, and sell at least 10 seafood-related dishes."
"Task reward: Seafood Recipe Collection (already granted, will be revoked if the task fails.)"
"Special task: Please set up a stall at Yuan Mountain Seafood Farm for five consecutive days starting Monday, and sell at least 100 seafood-related dishes."
"Task reward: Chef Level 5, Seafood Encyclopedia (already obtained, mory will be revoked if the task fails.)"
Rubbing his chin, Wang Fan was a bit confused about the situation.
After all, he had turned off the system task in advance, yet it still managed to sneak up on him.
Today was Sunday, and tomorrow would be Monday.
And Yuan Mountain Seafood Farm... this na definitely sounded like it was run by his father-in-law, right?
"Go check out the father-in-law’s seafood farm?"
Zhuo Qianqian rolled her big eyes: "Why didn’t you call him that to his face?"
Wang Fan chuckled: "There’s always a day for that."
Riding the small electric scooter for more than ten minutes, they finally saw a large archway from a distance, through which rows of neatly arranged rectangular large pools could be seen, presumably the seafood breeding ponds.
Mr. Zhuo was on the phone, his expression slightly grave, waving his hand to let Wang Fan and Qianqian wander around on their own.
Zhuo Qianqian was also seeing her family’s seafood farm for the first ti and was curiously exploring it with Wang Fan.
Wang Fan estimated that each pool was about ten acres. So pools were deep, and so were shallow, with the clear water in the shallow pools, making the fish inside clearly visible.
So pools had shrimps, bouncing around energetically.
The density and size made Wang Fan frown a bit.
Given the recent mory he gained about seafood, according to that knowledge, the current size was already marketable, and continuing to breed them ant no new shrimp seedlings would be introduced.
Connecting the dots between the system task and Mr. Zhuo’s expression, could it be... there was a sales backlog?
The more Wang Fan thought about it, the larger the possibility seed, as there was no other way to explain the full pools.
Watching Mr. Zhuo still on the phone, Wang Fan started to think about how to make people drool over these.
Zhuo Yuanshan, staying in a corner smoking, spoke: "Maimaiti, can’t you just buy a bit more?"
The voice on the phone sounded helpless: "Brother Zhuo, it’s not that I don’t want to buy. If it were hundreds of pounds of beef and lamb, I would take them all. But seafood, as you know, isn’t much in demand here."
Zhuo Yuanshan was silent: "Hmm, alright then, I won’t make things difficult for you."
He hung up and called the person in charge of seafood purchasing again.
"Boss Li, we had a deal for full procurent, why the delays? My new shrimp seedlings are about to need new water, and the previous batch is still soaking in the pool."
Boss Li smacked his lips: "Brother Yuanshan, it’s not like I’m not buying, but your price is a bit high and lacks competitiveness. How about lowering it to 70%? I’ll take them all for sure."
Zhuo Yuanshan got angry: "Wasn’t it 80% just the day before yesterday? Why is it now 70%?"
Boss Li replied helplessly: "Market prices fluctuate; it’s quite normal. If you keep delaying, it might go down to 65%."
Even if Zhuo Yuanshan was dumb, he knew Boss Li was hitting a high asking price, taking advantage of his eagerness to sell now to press unfairly.
"I’d rather let my fish and shrimp rot in the pool than sell to you, you profiteer!"
Yelling angrily, Zhuo Yuanshan hung up, hating this profiteer to the core.
It was all because he initially trusted this guy’s character and didn’t sign a procurent contract, now that’s beco the reason for this profiteer’s manipulation.
"Dad, who are you on the phone with? Why are you so angry?"
Hearing Zhuo Qianqian’s inquiry, Zhuo Yuanshan quickly rubbed his face, put on a smile, and replied: "Nothing, just so trivial matters."
Seeing Wang Fan staring at the shrimp pool in a daze, he approached and said, "White South Arican shrimps, lively and kicking. My daughter says you’re a good cook, why not try cooking so for lunch?"
Picking up a nearby net, he scooped up seven or eight shrimps in one go.
Wang Fan, coming to his senses, chuckled: "Why not cook them right here? I’ve never cooked such fresh shrimp before."
Mr. Zhuo was quite curious about Wang Fan’s cooking skills since his daughter praised him to the skies, which irked his pride a bit.
"Sure, how do you want to cook them?"
"Do you have cooking utensils here?"
"Not really, I generally don’t cook here."
Wang Fan thought for a mont and said, "Why not cook them back at ho for lunch? I have all sorts of cooking utensils in my car."
"By the way, Uncle, I’d like to set up a stall here selling gourt dishes over the next few days using the seafood from here. I also have so followers who might be interested to know where I am. Can I share this location?"
Mr. Zhuo laughed: "Who are you going to sell gourt dishes to around here? Even als are eaten in town, who would co to such a remote spot?"
Wang Fan said: "Just want to give it a try, if no one cos, we’ll eat it ourselves."
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