Sea-hunting: With the system in hand, my eyes are the ruler

And if he guessed correctly, even if he didn't go looking for them, they would come looking for him.

"Be careful to keep your distance." Jiang Han continued to speak to Xin Gaoyang through the radio.

"Okay." Xin Gaoyang was a professional at sailing, in his field of expertise. If he were a younger brother, others would be ants.

Xin Gaoyang drove his boat to Jiaowa Island. Not long after, the boat that had been following them also slowly stopped at the dock of Jiaowa Island.

Jiang Han directed others to take things away bit by bit, just like he did before.

Memphis's cargo is still on board.

Zhang Haidai transported the goods using a small truck.

Brother Lin and his friends met Jiang Han. Brother Lin glanced at Jiang Han but didn't speak to him.

After dealing with Jiang Han more and more, Brother Lin deeply realized that as long as he spoke to Jiang Han, he would be hurt.

But he was still curious about what good things Jiang Han had left.

Other workers also came over from the dock.

"It's not easy for young people. They still go out fishing in such cold weather."

Another worker looked at Jiang Han's boat and sighed, "This boat is different from other boats. It's only a little cold when working on the deck, but it's very warm in the cabin."

Many ships are cold when you enter the cabin.

Others also want to have such a boat, but such a boat is really too expensive. Not everyone can afford it.

Jiang Han asked Zhang Haidai and the others to seal the foam box with the freshly frozen fish so that no one else could see what was inside.

Greenfin pufferfish are mostly alive. They are not covered.

The people around were amazed. "You guys managed to catch so many green-fin pufferfish, and they're still in good shape. Young people these days are getting more and more talented."

Seeing that others were almost done, Jiang Han pushed out a foam box himself.

There are some small fish in the box.

The spy fish is placed on top of the miscellaneous fish.

Brother Lin really didn't want to talk to Jiang Han, but he was so curious that he couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

Jiang Han glanced at the spy fish, then at Brother Lin, "What could this be? It's just a piece of iron fished out of the sea."

Someone came over and picked up the Spyfish, weighing it. "This thing is pretty heavy. I think it could fetch quite a few bucks if I sold it as scrap metal."

Jiang Han nodded, "Probably."

"I think this thing weighs at least 20 kilograms. Scrap metal is one yuan a kilogram now. It can be sold for more than yuan."

For many people, it is good if they can sell the things they picked up for more than 20 yuan.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing a hat and a mask walked over.

Jiang Han raised his eyes slightly. This outfit looks a bit like him.

After the mask era, many people wore masks, and this kind of dress was not considered unusual. So it did not attract anyone's attention.

The masked man looked at the iron lump in Jiang Han's foam box and said, "If you want to sell scrap metal, sell it to me. I offer a high price. I'll buy this thing for 50 yuan."

When the people around heard that someone was willing to spend 50 yuan to buy it, they all thought that Jiang Han had gotten a great bargain.

After all, it is more than twice the market price.

Jiang Han looked at the man twice more and said, "I was just joking about selling scrap metal. This thing is quite interesting. My kids at home want to make some small technological inventions. This thing of mine is just right for them to tinker with."

When the people around heard Jiang Han say this, they stopped trying to persuade him to sell it. Although 50 yuan was a good deal, no one needed that kind of money right now.

No matter what, the academic performance of the children at home is definitely more important.

"I'll give you 500 yuan if you sell this thing to me." The speaker was the middle-aged man wearing a mask again.

The people around were surprised again. 50 became 500, which is 10 times the amount.

"Young man, why don't you sell it to him. If your child at home wants to invent something for homework, you can go to the scrap yard and spend a dozen or so dollars to find something." 500 yuan is not a small amount of money.

Wouldn’t it be nice to use 500 yuan to buy some delicious food for your child?

Jiang Han, however, was a rebellious person. He chuckled and looked at the masked man again. "Since you are willing to spend 500 yuan to buy this piece of iron, it means that its actual value is higher than 500. In that case, why should I sell it?"

When the people around heard this, they realized that this was indeed the truth. "Young man, you are right. This thing cannot be sold."

"That's right. This person is willing to spend 500 yuan to buy this iron lump. It's very likely that this iron lump is an antique."

"I remember now. A few years ago, there was a group of antique dealers who kept coming to the village to buy antiques. They tried their best to say your things were worthless, and then you sold them at a very low price. It was a huge loss."

"Yes, yes, yes. My family sold a lot of things just like that. If these things had been kept until now, our family would have become rich long ago."

"..."

The masked man was sweating with anxiety. What the hell was going on? "What kind of antique is like this? Have you ever seen an antique this new?"

"Who knows? We don't understand. If this thing was really cheap, why would you spend 500 yuan on it?"

"Yes, this thing must be very valuable. Young man, don't be fooled."

People around me are talking to each other.

Although the people of Jiaowa Island are not xenophobic, when conflicts arise between locals and outsiders, they will subconsciously side with the locals.

Jiang Han's accent is obviously local, while the masked man's accent is obviously from another place.

The masked man never expected things to develop in this direction. He just heard them talking about scrap and thought he could buy the things at a very low price.