บท 136: Wastrel

"Boss, how much did you get?" The curious fisherman called up to Sword One and Sword Two.

Chu Xian turned his head to look at the gathering crowd and smiled. "We got a lot!"

"Ya, congratulations! Such a large fishing ship must be expensive, but I'm confident you can earn the money back in a year or two." A fisherman congratulated him.

"We're doing pretty good." Chu Xian laughed and he asked, "Right, does anyone here want to buy my fish? I'm planning on selling them all here!"

"Sell them here? Boss, if you sell them here, you won't get as good a price!" a fisherman called out.

"That's fine." Chu Xian shook his head. After all, it was just five or six hundred catties of pomfrets - they weren't worth much.

"Boss, I'll call Old Song for you. He buys all kinds of fish and his prices are pretty good," a fisherman said before rushing off.

"Hehe, Old Song, come quickly. There's a ship selling fish - you're going to make some money!"