119: Chapter 119 Su Shen's move was absolutely divine!

Along the coastal highway, the night breeze was slightly cool.

The tricycle chain emitted a steady "click-clack" sound.

Su Chen alternated pedaling with both legs, his sportswear ballooning out from the wind on his back.

The windbreaks on both sides flashed backward.

A black van with the production team's license plate followed closely behind and to the side.

In the front passenger seat, the cameraman leaned half his body out of the car window, his camera locked tightly onto Su Chen.

"Drive faster!"

The cameraman slapped the car door.

The driver slammed on the gas pedal, and the engine roared.

"Brother, we're speeding!"

The driver looked at the speedometer, his voice tight. "How is this tricycle running at thirty or forty miles per hour?"

In the cargo bed, Lu Han gripped the edges of the plastic basket with both hands. His hair was disheveled by the wind, but his eyes were shockingly bright.

"Brother Su! Once we pass that curve ahead, we're there!"

Lu Han pointed ahead.

Su Chen didn't make a sound, leaning forward slightly as he lowered his center of gravity.

The tricycle traced a smooth arc around the curve, its tires rubbing against the asphalt with a soft sound.

Inside the livestream room, the bullet comments had already flooded the screen.

[Is this fucking a human-powered tricycle? I thought he was driving a supercar!]

[Has physics ceased to exist? Won't that rusted frame fall apart?]

[God Su's explosive leg strength is terrifying. This core strength must have been built from Dancing.]

[Lu Han sitting in the back looks like a silly roe deer out for a joyride, I'm dying of laughter.]

[Even the camera car can't keep up. Wang Zhengyu must be pinching his philtrum right now.]

[Deng Chao and Chen He are so far behind they're completely out of sight!]

Three o'clock in the morning.

A fishing port dock in Wenzhou.

The searchlight beam swept across the sea.

Several trawlers spewed black smoke as they slowly docked.

The air was thick with the strong smell of diesel and fish.

The gangplank was set against the dock, and fishermen in waterproof rubber boots began unloading cargo.

Su Chen squeezed the brakes.

The tricycle came to a steady stop beside the berth.

He pulled out the key and casually zipped his sportswear all the way up to block the ocean breeze.

The "checkpoint" arranged by Wang Zhengyu had been waiting here for a long time.

The boat captain was a burly middle-aged man with a fierce face, chomping on a cigarette and holding a wooden stick with an iron hook.

"Buying goods?"

The captain glanced at Su Chen. Seeing he wore a hat and had a camera following him, he furrowed his brows. "A film crew? I only have mixed bulk goods here, no picking. One thousand a basket, take it or leave it."

Mixed bulk goods meant good and bad mixed together, completely a gamble.

This was the rule set by the production team. Wanting to make money in the morning market meant relying on luck.

Bad luck meant buying a basket of dead fish and rotten shrimp, leaving them with nothing to eat tomorrow.

Lu Han jumped out of the cart and stepped forward. "Boss, one thousand is too expensive, right? Can we check the goods?"

"Can't check."

The captain spat a smoke ring, "Rules are rules."

Behind the monitor, Wang Zhengyu took a sip of tea, the corners of his mouth curling up.

This boat captain was a local troublemaker he had specifically found, immune to both soft and hard tactics.

Su Chen stepped forward.

He didn't look at the captain, his gaze falling directly on the baskets of newly unloaded catch.

He extended his right hand, keeping his index and middle fingers together, and tapped twice on the outside of a blue plastic basket.

"Tap, tap."

The sound was muffled.

Su Chen raised his head, his gaze peering past the brim of his hat to meet the captain's eyes.

"Water-logged, half the shrimp are dead."

Su Chen spoke, his voice not loud, yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

The captain's hand holding the cigarette paused.

Su Chen walked over to the second basket and tapped it again.

"The bottom of this basket is filled with oyster shells just to weigh it down."

He walked to the third basket. Without tapping, he simply gave a sniff.

"Diesel leaked in; this basket of fish is completely ruined."

Three sentences.

Every word hit the nail on the head.

The surrounding fishermen unloading cargo stopped what they were doing and looked at the young man in astonishment.

The captain's expression changed.

He tossed his cigarette butt onto the ground and ground it out with his rubber boot. "What turf are you from? You know the trade rules?"

Su Chen didn't answer.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms, and walked straight past those baskets of mixed goods toward the fishing boat's live fish tank.

He broke into fluent local Wenzhou dialect.

"Brother, fooling outsiders with mixed goods is one thing. Take out the rock crabs and wild large yellow croaker at the bottom of the live tank and put them on the scale. I'll pay market price and won't let you lose out."

As soon as those dialect words came out, the captain froze.

Lu Han froze.

The accompanying cameraman's hand shook, and the camera almost slammed into the ground.

The bullet comments instantly exploded.

[Holy shit! Wenzhou dialect! He can speak Wenzhou dialect!]

[I'm from Wenzhou, and this pronunciation is even more authentic than mine, with a bit of a Pingyang accent.]

[Wasn't he in South Korea for five years? When did he learn Wenzhou dialect?]

[Didn't you hear his Rap earlier? "Five years of wandering without a single wasted word." Just how many places has he been to in these five years!]

[The Demon King descends, instantly putting the locals in their place.]

[Wang Zhengyu's abacus has been shattered again, I'm dying.]

The captain looked Su Chen up and down. The disdain originally in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sense of respect for a fellow insider.

"Fine, I see you know your stuff."

The captain waved his hand, telling his men to open the live tank. "Pick them yourself. Don't blame me if you misjudge."

Su Chen picked up a landing net nearby.

His movements were fast, precise, and ruthless.

The net dipped into the water, kicking up a splash.

Two rock crabs larger than a palm were scooped up, baring their claws.

Su Chen grabbed a crab by its back with one hand and tossed it into his plastic basket.

Next came groupers and live mantis shrimp.

In less than ten minutes, the three plastic baskets on the tricycle were packed to the brim.

All top-shelf goods.

"Weigh them."

Su Chen patted the water off his hands.

After weighing them, the captain quoted an honest price. "Eighteen hundred in total."

Su Chen took the money he had earned earlier from his pocket, counted out eighteen bills, and handed them over.

Transaction complete.

Just then, a shrill cry echoed from the distance.

"Brother Chao! I can't take it anymore! My legs are about to snap!"

Chen He collapsed in the tricycle's cargo bed while Deng Chao, drenched in sweat, stood up to pedal, looking like he had been fished out of water.

Fan Zhiyi and Wang Mian's vehicles followed closely behind.

The four of them were as exhausted as dehydrated fish.

They parked their carts at the dock and saw the baskets of lively seafood on Su Chen's vehicle, then looked at the remaining baskets of dead fish and rotten shrimp by the captain's feet.

Deng Chao's jaw dropped. "Brother Chen, you've already bought everything?"

Su Chen pulled down his sleeves. "The remaining mixed goods are one thousand a basket. Pick them yourselves."

Chen He glanced at the foul-smelling baskets of mixed goods and flopped straight onto the ground. "Just let the world end. I'm sleeping right here at the dock today."

Four-thirty in the morning.

The morning market ten kilometers away.

The sky was just beginning to grow light.

The morning market was already bustling with noise.

The three vehicles of the Wuha Group parked by the roadside.

Deng Chao and Chen He's carts carried baskets of disastrous mixed goods that no one paid attention to.

Meanwhile, Su Chen's cart was already surrounded by early-risers buying groceries.

"Young man, how much for this grouper?"

An auntie pointed at the fish in the basin.

"Eighty on the market, seventy-five here. Gutted and cleaned included."

Su Chen said calmly.

"Alright, give me one!"

Su Chen pulled a fish-butchering knife from beneath the cutting board.

It wasn't an ordinary kitchen knife, but a boning knife with an extremely thin blade.

He pressed the grouper's head down with his left hand and flicked his right wrist.

The blade swept closely along the scales.

"Swish—"

Without a single superfluous movement, the scales peeled off like snowflakes.

The tip of the knife smoothly pierced the fish's belly, giving a pull and a flick.

The internal organs were cleanly removed.

Next, the blade pushed flat against the fish spine.

Two crystal-clear fillets were sliced off, leaving not a shred of extra meat on the bone.

The entire process took less than ten seconds.

The auntie stared in a daze.

The surrounding crowd stared in a daze.

Deng Chao and Chen He, standing nearby, gasped sharply.

"This knife work..." Fan Zhiyi swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Was this kid an assassin in his past life?"

The bullet comments flooded the screen wildly.

[Pao Ding butchering an ox! This is absolute art!]

[Killing a fish in ten seconds! With that hand speed, he truly has the hands of a piano player.]

[Is there anything he doesn't know?]

[Looking at his cool, handsome face while holding a fish-butchering knife, that contrast is simply lethal.]

[I hereby announce that starting today, God Su is my one and only idol.]

[Wang Zhengyu, come out and take a beating! You call this making things difficult for the guests? You practically built him a personal showcase stage!]

In less than half an hour, the three baskets of top-shelf goods Su Chen brought were sold out.

Even the fish bones were bought in bulk by a nearby seafood porridge shop owner.

Su Chen tossed the rag in his hand onto the cutting board, picked up an empty plastic bag nearby, and stuffed the thick stack of earnings inside.

He walked over to the monitor.

Wang Zhengyu sat in his chair, his face turning pale.

"Bang."

Su Chen tossed the plastic bag full of money onto the table.

"Goods cost eighteen hundred, sold for forty-five hundred. Net profit twenty-seven hundred."

Su Chen looked at Wang Zhengyu. "Plus what was left from last night, that's forty-nine hundred in total."

With his hands in his pockets, he looked down at the chief director condescendingly.

"Are tomorrow's travel and lodging expenses enough?"

The corners of Wang Zhengyu's mouth twitched twice.

This script is all wrong!

According to his imagination, this group of big stars was supposed to be scammed by the captain at the dock, buy a bunch of garbage goods, fail to sell them at the morning market, and finally pitifully beg the production team for handouts.

And the result?

Su Chen single-handedly cleared the entire process.

Not only did he clear it, but he also made a killing.

"Enough... enough."

Wang Zhengyu gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words.

Deng Chao and Chen He ran over cheering.

"Brother Chen! You're my own brother!"

Chen He hugged the plastic bag tightly. "Forty-nine hundred! We can charter a yacht to go out to sea today!"

Lu Han walked over, patted Su Chen's shoulder, and smiled brightly. "Good job."

Su Chen ignored everyone's celebration.

He turned his head to look at Wang Zhengyu.

"Since we have enough money."

Su Chen spoke calmly, yet his tone carried an irresistible sense of oppression. "Now, it's time to settle some other scores."

Wang Zhengyu's heart skipped a beat. "What scores?"

Su Chen pointed at the three battered tricycles not far away.

"We hauled ten kilometers of cargo for you and acted as free labor."

A cold sneer curled the corner of Su Chen's mouth.

"Shouldn't the production team settle the shipping fee?"

The air froze instantly.

The entire Wuha Group fell silent before erupting into earth-shattering laughter.

After stalling for a second, the bullet comments completely flooded the screen.

[Asking them for money instead! Hahaha! God Su is too savage!]

[Wang Zhengyu: I brought you here to suffer, and you fucking came to stock goods, make money, and now you want to charge me shipping fees?]

[Even capitalists would cry seeing this!]

[Well done! This is true workplace rectification!]

[Old Wang, hurry up and fork over the cash! If you don't pay up, this isn't ending today!]

[God Su's move here is an instant god-tier moment!]