Salary is money, and whenever money was ntioned, Suming felt like he had forgotten sothing important.
What could it be? Sothing related to money?
Scratching his head, Suming left Mr. Song's office, pondering all the money-related ventures he was involved in.
First, he made a trip to the dical clinic.
At the clinic, only Nurse Liao was on duty. Just as he entered, Suming caught a glimpse of her bending over, searching for sothing, and her oversized nurse's uniform sketched an alluring half-circle behind her, swaying tantalizingly.
Hearing footsteps, Liao turned her head, and upon seeing Suming, her usually reserved face flushed red, as if it was programd to do so.
"It's nothing important, just ca to ask how the feed business has been doing lately." Suming rolled his eyes, wondering if he didn't look trustworthy enough since this girl would clutch her waistband so tightly every ti she saw him.
Gripping the belt cinching her nurse's uniform, Liao stuttered through an update for Suming.
Lately, the feed business had been going smoothly; the sellers were making so much money their hands were cramping from counting it all.
It wasn't that there was too much money to count but rather that the custors purchasing the feed usually paid in small change, resulting in a whole box of low-denomination bills by the end of the day.
"You're making money, so go ahead and find yourself a proper boyfriend. Don't waste it!" Suming glared at Liao, thinking he wished she would get married soon, so he wouldn't feel like a thief every ti he visited the clinic...
"Oh..." Liao replied with her head down, clutching her waistband even tighter.
With the feed business in good shape, he then went to Whisperwind Pavilion to et with Zhou.
Seeing the 'God of Wealth' arrive, Zhou was all eagerness, offering tea and cigarettes.
Just seeing the cigarettes Zhou offered – fifteen yuan a pack – Suming knew that the boating business was doing well too, considering Zhou used to smoke four-yuan packs.
The fish hadn't hit the market yet, so there was no question of any problems there.
Thinking of fish, Suming suddenly slapped his forehead, rembering what he had forgotten!
It was the five fish that weighed over a hundred pounds each!
Under normal circumstances, any one of those big fish, even the smallest carp, would have caused quite a stir. It was unthinkable that Suming would have forgotten about them.
But recently, all the attention has been stolen by the family of finless porpoises; dia, public interest, and governntal focus had already shifted from the 'Surfing Knight' video to the three wild finless porpoises, even Suming had been entirely preoccupied with how to keep them.
So, those five fish, which were close to breaking a Guinness record, were supposed to make headlines but ended up being overlooked.
Now, those five fish were idle every day, stuffing themselves full and then sleeping in Shuijun Lake, a total waste of resources.
Unused resources would expire with ti, so Suming went straight to Liang Shi and asked, "Are you familiar with the behavior of common fish, uh, like the behavior of black carp, carps, and such?"
Liang Shi was holding a cara, taking pictures of the finless porpoises feeding from a distance, when Suming asked him that question, he imdiately nodded: "Yeah, I've studied that, and during my first year of grad school, I even raised fish for half a year."
Suming was a bit surprised. Fish farming was tough work, and most people associated it with the work of farrs—farming the land, raising animals. Liang Shi, at the least, was a graduate student and seed refined and cultured. Suming had not expected him to have experience raising fish.
"In our College of Agriculture, graduate students have both theoretical learning and practical operation at the sa ti. We have experintal fields and water bodies in the institute; hehe, I even won an award for fish farming!"
Liang Shi scratched his head a bit sheepishly and pointed to Shuijun Lake in front of him, saying, "Mr. Su, I see you have such a big lake here, but no one's specializing in taking care of the fish—that's not good. Why don't I help you out? I'm by the lake from morning till night every day anyway, observing the finless porpoises and not doing much else."
Liang Shi was doing research at the zoo and had the basics covered—free als, drinks, and lodging. Moreover, thanks to Suming's influence, the zoo provided him with the best of everything, leaving Liang Shi feeling quite embarrassed, so he wanted to make a contribution to the zoo, or to Suming.
Liang Shi's skill in fish farming and his award were unexpected to Suming. The fish in Shuijun Lake were growing larger by the day, and it was indeed ti to find soone knowledgeable to look after them. Now that Liang Shi had volunteered, Suming was naturally happy.
"Then that's settled. Since I have almost a year left until graduation, I'll leave the fish in your care. If there's anything you need, just let know. If the fish sell well, I'll give you a bonus!"
"Mr. Su, you speaking like that makes feel like an outsider. I'm living the good life here, and it's all thanks to your clout…" Liang Shi scratched his head and laughed sheepishly. Anyone smart enough to make it to grad school was no fool; he might seem a bit slow at tis, but that didn't an he didn't understand basic social niceties.
Suming smiled slightly and waved his hand. His original intent in approaching Liang Shi wasn't to have him take care of the fish. Liang Shi volunteering was simply an unexpected bonus.
He inserted two fingers into his mouth, directed a strong whistle toward the lake surface.
Before long, large splashes appeared on several spots of the water, as five big fish, each weighing over a hundred pounds, popped their heads out from all directions, creating waves as they swam towards the shore.
The appearance of the big fish instantly drew the attention of tourists near Shuijun Lake. There were exclamations and commotion everywhere, as people standing on the shore stretched their necks to peer into the water and pointed excitedly.
The fish soon swam under the bank where Suming stood, with the leading big black carp opening its round, large mouth, and smacking its lips at Suming, begging for food.
A big black carp weighing one hundred and eighty pounds could swallow a soccer ball with its mouth, but Suming didn't carry fish food that big around with him, so he waved his hand and smiled, "Today, there's nothing for you to eat, and it's not just today. If you want to live well in the future, you'll have to rely on your own hard work. You can't keep living off others like this!"
Though he spoke thoughtlessly, Liang Shi blushed slightly and scratched his head, taking it personally.
"Look at , I should really watch my mouth. The words I just spoke weren't directed at you!"
Suming paused, then laughed and pretended to fan his mouth a few tis before pointing to the big fish and explaining, "What I ant was this: these guys spend their days doing nothing in the lake; why not put them to use and develop a 'ride the fish' attraction? It could increase inco and add to the entertainnt options for the guests. What do you think?"
Suming had thought about the idea of a fish-riding attraction when he first discovered the big fish, but the conditions weren't ripe at the ti; then the struggle for the finless porpoises' ownership rights occurred and delayed the project. Now he was relatively free, and having Liang Shi, a fishery expert, it was the perfect ti to get started.
"Ride the fish?" Liang Shi looked at the several fish, then at Suming, and had an epiphany: "Oh, I see. You an like what you did in the reservoir that day."
"Right, I want you to help manage it," Suming nodded.
Liang Shi pondered for a mont and said, "The key is, how do we make the fish obey? The last ti, you wrestled with the fish, and you only managed to control them using water plants as reins—that was just luck. It's not like we can always take such risks when riding fish, and fish aren't horses. If we were to put 'reins' through their gills, they wouldn't live more than a few days."
Fish gills are like human lungs—if a person occasionally gets water in their lungs, it's not a big deal, at most causing a choking cough and an inability to exert themselves, but if they're continuously choking on water, of course, they'll be dead as a doornail.
Liang Shi added, "There's a lot of mucus on the back of a fish, slippery and slimy, and they have a large row of fins too; riding them normally wouldn't be feasible."
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