After about a cup of tea, Cang Qing came back and nodded to Cen Xiyan without saying a single unnecessary word.

Cen Xiyan understood his dull temper and knew that when he nodded, the matter was settled, so he asked: "Who is leading the boat?"

"Old fisherman and Gazi, catfish brothers." Cang Qing replied succinctly.

Cen Xiyan raised his eyebrows, "The old fisherman and his son will personally lead the boat?"

"Yeah." Cang Qing nodded again.

The old fisherman, of course, was a nickname. Almost no one remembers his real name. He was a master of the Shunhe fleet and a good sailor.

In the past few years, Yuan Yinmen has cooperated with Shunhe fleet a lot, and the relationship is not bad. Cen Xiyan and the old fisherman have been friends for many years. However, the old fisherman rarely leads the boat in person in the past two years. I didn’t expect that this time

Cen Xiyan was somewhat surprised when they met.

Several people were full of wine and food and were ready to pay the bill.

Before leaving, Cen Xiyan and shopkeeper Sun bought a jar of aged plum wine as a gift for an old friend.

When Zhao Er saw it, he muttered: "One jar is not enough to drink." He asked shopkeeper Sun to buy two more jars.

Shopkeeper Sun smiled and declined: "My guest, I'm really sorry. Although this wine is produced by ourselves, the quantity is not large. Small shops only supply it in limited quantities."

Zhao Erniu's eyes widened and his temper flared up again. Just when he was about to yell, he was stopped by Wei San's sharp look, and he lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

Cen Xiyan shook his head secretly in his heart. When he went out to do business, bringing such a reckless man with him would definitely give Wei San a headache.

Cang Qing led a group of people to the dock and stopped in front of a two-masted U-Peng cargo ship. This was a small and medium-sized cargo ship, half-new but not old, and unremarkable.

"Brother Suifeng, you're all right." A little old man in his fifties, thin, dark-skinned, and with a goatee stood on the plywood and greeted Cen Xiyan with a smile.

Cen Xiyan also smiled heartily and greeted the old man, "Old fisherman, long time no see. Your old body is as strong as ever. Next, I need you and your son to take good care of you."

"Where, let's take care of each other."

"Hey, Sui Feng, you've grown taller again." A black boy jumped down and stretched out his hand to compare Cen Xiyan's head with his own, "But you still can't grow taller than me, hahaha."

The black boy is sixteen or seventeen years old. He is tall and thin, but his muscles are very strong and lean. He has a festive smile and a very cheerful and lively personality. He is the youngest son of an old fisherman, Gazi.

"Gazi, your Ping An is not short of masts either!"

"Huh?" Gazi looked blank, not understanding what Cen Xiyan meant.

"Otherwise, why did you grow tall and thin?"

"..." Gazi scratched his head and said depressedly, "It's not like I want to look like this, okay..." He suddenly felt that being tall was no longer an advantage.

Catfish came over, slapped his younger brother Gazi on the head, and acted like an elder brother, "Don't make trouble, let Brother Suifeng and others get on the boat."

Catfish is twenty-eight years old and is the eldest son of an old fisherman. He is tall and powerful, with a dark red face and a much calmer temperament than Gazi.

Cen Xiyan threw the wine jar in his hand into Catfish's arms and asked with a smile, "Sister-in-law and nephew, how are they?"

"It's all good." Catfish smiled naively, sniffed the wine jar in his arms, and his eyes lit up, "It's old Sun's plum wine. It's old. Only Sui Feng, that is, you, Old Sun is willing to take it out."

Well, I've been grinding him for a month, but he still refuses to sell a jar to us."

Cen Xiyan chuckled, "I only come here once in a while, and I don't get much to drink. Didn't I bring a jar for you and my son?"

"I know Suifeng, you are the most interesting!" Catfish laughed.
Chapter completed!