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Heng Ge, this fish is small, you do it yourself! Oil! With that, Xin Ba and Mu Sa went over with the net to help. This bodyguard has good instincts!
As the net went down, a little carp weighing over a pound came up. Mu Sa stepped on the fish and skillfully removed the hook with both hands and feet. The scene was quite grand!
They caught seven or eight yellow catfish and over a dozen unfamiliar small fish. The harvest for the morning was not bad.
Old An and the others finished their catch, and Shi Tian decisively reeled in his line. The sun was too hot; it wasn't as scorching as Sanya, but the sunlight was a bit harsh, and Shi Tian really couldn't adapt to it yet.
On the way back, they bought some green peppers and tomatoes. One Pot, Three Provinces; Shi Tian planned to introduce this technique to Africa.
Heng Ge, didn’t you say last night that you would arrange things? How about we stick to the old rules? Since the good stuff shouldn't flow to outsiders, I’ll treat you to a big meal if you send your intentions my way? Looking at A Heng sprawled on the sofa, stuffed from eating too much, Shi Tian said with a half-smile.
Last night, A Heng had confidently claimed he would arrange a feast. After one meal, Shi Tian wondered how much oil he could squeeze out of him.
Just like last night, Shi Tian knew he couldn't produce a number with many digits, but if he could get something in the threes, he would be satisfied.
With droopy eyelids, A Heng glanced at Shi Tian. He couldn't let go of the delicious food, but he also didn't want to part with the money in his pocket!
Xiao Tian, I’m not as wealthy as you and Ye Ge. I can arrange something for tonight, but it might be a bit less fancy; Blue Side is out of the question—at most we’ll have Red Team!
Shi Tian didn’t mind Red Team either; even a mosquito is meat when it comes down to it. Let’s just get something first.
Whether it’s Blue Side or Red Team, it’s all your goodwill, Heng Ge. As long as the intention is there, the quantity isn’t that important.
Bro, you're really good at fishing! In just half a morning, you caught three big fish—way better than me.
You can take that rod back and use it; I’ll get you a few more later. We can put together a set ranging from two point eight meters to ten meters so you can relax by the river when you have some free time.
Shi Tian had completed his part of the gift exchange and was now waiting to see what A Heng would offer in return. He definitely couldn’t come empty-handed; however, if he gave too much, he’d feel the pinch himself.
He opened his phone and searched; one rod costs over a thousand. To complete a set would mean nine rods—over ten thousand bucks!
No need! One rod is enough for me! A Heng declined Shi Tian's kindness and checked his cash on hand—he still had over a thousand left.
Once he had the money sorted out, they immediately made plans for dinner. A complete fishing chair setup with nets and rod holders was essential. A fishing box and rod bag were also necessary, plus an umbrella—A Heng's basic gear was finally complete.
The rainy season had just ended; now it was Tanzania's dry season. East Africa may lack water in some areas despite receiving significant rainfall annually; without irrigation facilities, even heavy rains are useless—they all flow into Hai Li and cause floods in various regions.
After wandering around for several days, Shi Tian rejected one option after another. The prices here weren't cheap; anything with packaging was about twenty to thirty percent higher than back home.
Cattle and sheep were relatively cheap; according to Xin Ba and Mu Sa, they could buy a sheep from their tribe for just two or three bucks while cattle cost around a thousand or so. However, these couldn’t be shipped back home as imports were not allowed.
Seafood could be an option; originally he thought catching a few tuna would allow him to splurge for months. Here though, yellowfin tuna weighing eighty or ninety pounds were sold by the piece at four bucks each—his dreams of getting rich were dashed once again.
Lobsters are quite good, priced around ten dollars per pound, but recently the prices have gone up. Many locals have been smuggling them back into the country, causing the prices to rise even higher.
I should mention this to Xiao Fei and see if we can send some over to the Seafood Restaurant. If it’s feasible, it could be a good source of income.
Heng Ge, make sure to come by often! Bring your friends along; I guarantee you’ll be satisfied with the food! Waving goodbye to A Heng, Shi Tian felt a bit reluctant to part ways.
A Heng's little savings were still quite substantial, but Shi Tian didn’t continue to press for more. A Heng knew he didn’t have much money on hand, and asking for more would just be bothersome. The set of equipment Shi Tian had arranged for him was worth well over a thousand dollars. However, A Heng had been busy for several days, and even though it was arranged by Shi Ye, he still felt he needed to show his appreciation!
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