It turned out that the jar contained a piece of braised pork elbow that weighed more than a kilogram. The slightly trembling maroon skin set off the snow-white bottom of the plate, and the surroundings were decorated with verdant lettuce. Just the sight of it gave people a feeling of impact. When Sheyan placed a piece of red braised pork into his mouth, it melted in his mouth. Due to the slightly charred skin, he couldn't help but furiously gobble down two to three mouthfuls of rice.
Beneath the plate, the scallions had a unique taste, the freshness of the pork elbow permeating into it. Complemented with the fragrance of spices, the usual 'fat but not greasy' taste was all present. The taste of the pork elbow was extremely authentic. Sheyan wolfed it down, even soaking the soup in rice, cleanly finishing it off.
After settling the bill, Sheyan was about to continue concocting ingredients for his medicine when Sanzi came looking for him. Uncle Dasi invited him to check on the progress of the ship. Sheyan knew that this matter was Uncle Dasi's life motivation, his life goal. Moreover, Uncle Dasi was about to leave for Thailand in a few days, and wouldn't be able to attend to this matter. Hence, Sheyan decided to settle the ship as soon as possible.
Even though cars and boats were two types of transportation that had similar effects, they were often combined together. But in reality, the difficulty of building a car was much higher than building a ship. Especially for a ship with a displacement of 500 tonnes and a length of 49 metres, the technology required was so low that it made one's hair stand up in anger.
Citing a simple example, in China's Taizhou city alone, there were over a hundred shipbuilding companies, and over 70 supporting companies. Counting the total number of car companies in China, there weren't even a hundred. Hence, even in a private port like Xiwu Pier, there were still 2-3 shipbuilding companies. As long as one had enough cash, they would accept shipbuilding jobs.
What they found was a shipyard named 'Yongtai' recommended by Uncle Dasi. Uncle Dasi was a benevolent and kind-hearted person. Whenever he saw someone, he would bow and bow with a smile. Uncle Dasi, who was a seasoned traveler, felt like old friends at first sight. Sheyan's money was enough for the boss to earn his fill. Hence, the boss put in all his effort. Furthermore, Uncle Dasi would come over whenever he had nothing to do. Of course, the quality of the materials and materials was meticulous.
Ever since Uncle Dasi was crippled, his mental age had aged by several decades. He had always been troubled by the words' useless' and 'crippled'. If Sheyan wasn't good at consoling people, he might have developed depression long ago.
Hence, when Uncle Dasi invited Sheyan over to look at the boat, it was like a kid who got 100 marks in an exam and wanted to bring it home. He wanted to prove that he wasn't a trash, and that he could shine and heat.
Who knew that when they entered Yongtai Shipyard, they would witness the boss and uncle having a heated argument with their son. This was the first time Sheyan had seen his son, who was called Dabing from Sanzi. This guy had a round face, but his hair was dyed red, and his head was curled up like a cockscomb. He looked really awkward. When he saw the contestants approaching, he stretched out his hands and shoved the old man's chest away. Then, he turned around and pointed his chin at the contestants with contempt.
"Hey, the ship you ordered is only due next year. What are you doing here now? Scram scram scram scram! "
When those words were spoken, Uncle Dasi was like a bolt from the blue. He immediately walked up and pointed to the nearly completed ship in the shipyard. His voice trembled with grief and indignation.
"This is the ship we ordered, why is it only due next year?"
Da Ping's eyes widened as he walked forward and scolded.
"You damned old fogey! Both your arms are crippled, and you still want to break your legs? This is my family's shipyard, I have the final say! "
His words touched the pain in Uncle Dasi's heart. His face turned ashen as he clutched his chest and coughed several times before recovering. Seeing this, Sheyan's eyes flashed with viciousness. He spoke a few words to Sanzi, and Sanzi immediately ran out. Fortunately, at this moment, Uncle Dasi rushed up with a pale face. "Pa!" He slapped Dabing's head. He stretched out his hand and spoke with trembling lips.
"Are you trying to make me lose all my face?"
Dabing shoved his old fogey aside and roared.
"Let me tell you, this ship must be unloaded within a week for me to use. If not, no one will take care of you in the future!"
Sheyan walked up and shielded Uncle Dasi behind him. He unhurriedly spoke.
"Fine! It's fine if you don't want to hand over the ship, but return the money I just paid. It's a total of over 4 million NT dollars! "
When Dabing heard this, it was as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He swaggered over.
"Refund?"
He sneered.
"Are you trying to fool my family? We had a good discussion, yet you want to build a ship here. Now you dare to go back on your words? Fine! Compensate me for my mental trauma first! "
After speaking, Dabing spat out a mouthful of phlegm and stomped it with his foot. It was as though Sheyan would suffer the same fate as that mouthful of phlegm.
Sheyan calmly replied.
"Aren't you being unreasonable? We're here to build a ship on account of Uncle Dasi. Your appetite isn't small, you want to wolf down a few million NT dollars? Aren't you afraid of bursting your stomach? "
When Dabing heard Uncle Dasi's name, his expression turned unnatural. He immediately retorted fiercely.
"Don't use that old bastard Uncle Dasi to pressure me! When I, Dabing bro, get angry, I won't even acknowledge the heavens. You say my family accepted your money, where's your proof? "
At a place like Xiwu pier, there weren't many unregistered residents. Where would there be receipts and invoices? When Uncle Dasi heard this, his vision darkened. Seeing someone reneging on a debt, he almost beat his chest and stomped his feet. Sheyan continued to argue with Dabing unhurriedly. In the end, not even 20 minutes later, the sound of an old motorbike could be heard. Following that, 3-4 individuals strode in.
Walking in front was shockingly the stout Matong bro. He continued to raise his head confidently, his greasy black hair sticking out. He pointed at Dabing and cursed.
"You, you, you, you motherf * cker, you dare to bully big brother Yan!"
His threatening words were exceptionally comical due to Matong bro's stuttering. Dabing's expression turned flustered.
"Toilet bowl, let me tell you, this is not something you can meddle in."
"Pa!" Matong directly slapped Big Cake, causing his nose to bleed. Big Cake spun around as he stood there lifelessly. Toilet Bowl was someone who was good at using his palms and fists to deal with others. He was fundamentally different from Da Bing, who was more of a talker.
Seeing Big Brother make a move, Si 'er, Da Liu, and Egg Tart, who were holding baseball bats and iron chains, immediately swarmed up. Punches, kicks, and curses flowed endlessly as their punches landed on flesh. Seeing this, Sanzi's eyebrows danced in delight as he cheered loudly.
At this moment, Matong slowly fished out a handphone from his bosom, as he pulled out a notebook and started reading to Da Bing who was being beaten up.
"I, I, I, I, I'm pouncing on you, granny hitting you, you, you, you, your wife playing with your mother, mother, mother, mother …"
The fat man continued to ramble on for seven to eight minutes. Only then did he stroke his oily black hair in satisfaction. He stopped talking and muttered to himself,
"The feeling of not being able to talk back is great."
At this moment, Sheyan turned to the dumbstruck Uncle Dasi and asked.
"Didn't we agree on when we would deliver the boat?"
Uncle Dasi pondered a little before hurriedly replying.
"Next month's 5th, that's the day Sanzi is born!"
Sheyan fished out a thousand dollars and tossed it to Toilet Bowl.
"You heard that?"
Toilet Bowl nodded and bowed, beaming with joy as he received the money.
"This is really … … .how can I let bro Yan spend so much money."
As he spoke, he had already stuffed the banknotes into his bosom. Taking large strides forward, he stomped on Da Bing's face, which had been beaten into a bloody mess. Then, he grabbed onto Da Bing's hair, and pressed his face close to Da Bing's.
"Next month's 1st, bro Yan wants to see this perfect boat in front of him. If he can't see it or if there's any problem with it, then let your old man buy you an urn."
Sheyan lowered his eyes as he led Uncle Dasi back. Simultaneously, he chuckled.
"I feel this boat is pretty good, I wonder how big the cold storage is?"
Once the boat was mentioned, Uncle Dasi immediately forgot about the previous matter, as he hurriedly asked.
"I've heard of one before, but it doesn't seem too good … …."
"Oh, then I'll have to trouble Uncle Dasi in this aspect. We've always met with Huifeng on the way back, and it's a pity we can only throw away the smelly fish."
"En en! Of course! "
“.....”
*****
That night, Sheyan was busy concocting ingredients for his medicine. All of a sudden, he heard continuous knocking on the locked basement door. Following that, it was a series of banging sounds!
Sheyan furrowed his brows, as he hurriedly tidied up his things. When he opened the door, he saw Sanzi supporting Egg Tart as he staggered in. Egg Tart's face was deathly pale, without a single trace of blood. On the contrary, Sanzi remained calm. Upon seeing Sheyan, Egg Tart panted heavily, clutching his chest as though he wanted to speak but couldn't.
Sheyan's expression turned serious.
"What's the matter? The sky won't collapse. Sanzi, help him sit down, and pour him a cup of hot water! "
Egg Tart drank a mouthful, but his hands were trembling violently. He didn't even realize that the remaining hot water had splashed onto his pants.
"Bro Yan, this is a serious matter. Right now, Brother Toilet is undergoing emergency treatment in the hospital! Behind that bastard Big Cake is actually the Vietnamese Big Circle Boys! "
Sheyan curiously asked.
"He's just a local Taiwanese hoodlum, he doesn't even have the opportunity to visit Vietnam. How did he get involved with those people?" If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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