novelraw Chapter 802 - 892: Easy Does It, Okay!
Chapter 802 - 892: Easy Does It, Okay!
The kinds that also moved Jing Shu, like tuna, Canadian geoduck, and tiger crab, unfortunately, can’t be traded as they are internal resources.
Mr. Long spoke with pride about this: "Our Yangcheng is considered the city with the most complete variety of seafood in the country, and we’re going to hold a seafood species exhibition next month. These endangered fish sources need to be well protected now."
"Uh... huh? Aren’t these fish meant to be eaten?"
Mr. Long looked at Jing Shu incredulously: "Eat? Ordinary ones are fine, but most of them are now second-class protected animals. What I mentioned about eating was mostly from before the apocalypse."
Jing Shu swallowed and timidly asked, "So is there a rule against eating them?"
"Well... not exactly..."
"That’s good, Mr. Long, take a look at these fish types I have and see if there’s anything you’re interested in. Maybe we can trade for some other types I don’t have, oh, the key is that they have to be delicious."
As she spoke, Jing Shu called in the Hulk from outside.
"Miss Jing, you’re carrying these fish around when you go out? Seafood is delicate; don’t suffocate them..." That would make them worthless!
At this moment, not only Mr. Long was curious, but Wu Jiang and others were too.
They saw the Hulk, which had transformed into a fish tank, directly lift the top of its skull.
Mr. Long was so frightened that he fell onto a stool in shock. This, this, this, he’d never seen a species that lifted its own skull like that.
Soon, everyone’s attention was drawn away.
Inside the Hulk, it displayed a grid of nine compartments showing some ordinary fish species that Jing Shu was ready to trade for resources, with just one or two of each kind.
"I left in a hurry this time, so I just grabbed some hardy fish and shrimp, just some ordinary stuff."
Holy crap! You call those face-sized abalones ordinary stuff?
The people around looked at Jing Shu with some strangeness, especially since they’d just been proudly showing off their fist-sized abalones. Now, don’t they feel a bit embarrassed?
"Miss Jing, what’s this, this species? I’ve never seen such a big variety of small lobsters!" Mr. Long was pointing at a basketball-sized red prawn.
"This, this is just a descendant of the $50-a-pound small lobsters I casually bought at the market before the apocalypse. Probably the grandchildren by now."
"Huh?? You call this a small lobster?" Mr. Long recalled how their museum treated regular small lobsters like sacred ancestors and was lost in deep thought.
"My friend has a pair of small lobsters as big as millstones. What’s so strange about that? Oh, maybe our fish and shrimp eat a lot and use up a lot of feed, so they grew a little bit bigger than others."
This kind of talk made others start to doubt their life choices.
"What species is this crab the size of a basketball? It looks bigger than a king crab." Another seafood industry leader, Mr. Zhang, asked with some uncertainty, feeling it looked like a regular hairy crab but not daring to admit it.
"Oh, this is just a labeled Yangcheng Lake hairy crab. Who knows where it’s actually from, but it’s spawning now. If you trade for it, you’ll make a huge profit. If not, I’ll just steam it and eat the crab roe, as they hatch too many at a time, and with their huge appetite, keeping them at home is too costly in food."
As Jing Shu casually flipped the female crab over, its eight claws flailed wildly, scaring Mr. Long into saying, "Be careful, easy there, easy!"
Then everyone saw a dense mass of eggs on the female crab’s abdomen. Regular crab eggs are like pinheads, but these are enormous, making Mr. Long’s blood boil—this is top-notch, absolutely top-notch!
Mr. Zhang gave Mr. Long a slight pull and whispered, "We have to trade for this, with so much crab roe, it’s a huge gain."
Mr. Long nodded imperceptibly, giving a reassuring look, then asked:
"And what about this one? You won’t tell me this is an ordinary green shrimp?" Mr. Long pointed at a green shrimp thicker than an arm, thinking it defied science. Why did this shrimp grow to the size of an Australian lobster?
"Yes, Mr. Long, see, I specifically picked several female shrimps, and they’re carrying a lot of shrimp roe. If you don’t want them, we’ll make a shrimp roe soy sauce noodle?" Jing Shu held the big shrimp with both hands, gently touching its full belly, filled with moving transparent eggs that seemed ready to hatch at any moment.
"Easy, easy!" Mr. Long was heartbroken, how could they treat endangered species like this? And the worst part was she wanted to eat it!
Mr. Zhang tugged at him again: "We really have to trade for this, to save endangered species. What’s with Boss Jing always wanting to eat them?"
"Oh..." Jing Shu casually tossed the big shrimp back into the Hulk’s fish tank, and from another compartment, she kept fishing and fishing until she finally pulled out a fish as big as a small shark, with teeth and a bulging belly.
The fish was outrageously plump.
"This... what is this?"
"This looks like a post-apocalyptic mutation."
Jing Shu held the flapping fish and said, "I don’t know if it’s a mutation or not, anyway, it used to be a regular crucian carp, and it’s an egg-laying fish. Look at its big belly; it’s going to lay eggs in a couple of days."
"This, this is a crucian carp? It doesn’t look anything like a crucian carp!"
Wu Jiang nodded in agreement: "Besides being called a crucian carp, it has no other carp features."
Mr. Long also examined it a few times and nodded: "It’s indeed a crucian carp. But this should be a precious mutation; those teeth are almost like a shark’s."
Jing Shu’s eyes lit up, and she asked, "So can it be traded for some internal resources?" In fact, her crucian carp were so abundant they were everywhere, and trading them for other types would be fantastic...
"Ah, this..." Mr. Long hesitated a lot. What does internal resource mean? If it were that easy to trade away, could it still be called an internal resource? But this crucian carp looks so big and its meat so succulent; the soup would surely be delicious?
The key is its full belly of eggs, not knowing how many more crucian carps could hatch from this, or how many might survive.
"You must have at least a hundred thousand eggs in this crucian carp, right? Do you know if the survival rate could reach 30%?" Mr. Long asked again, realizing it’s not the breeding season for crucian carps yet, why don’t the fish at Boss Jing’s place follow scientific timing, do both science and biology shy away from her place?
"I’m clueless, I usually let them roam freely. When they start laying eggs..." Then I catch them and make stir-fried crucian carp roe; it’s especially delicious.
No idea if there are a hundred thousand eggs, but enough to fill a big bowl each time.
As Jing Shu spoke, the crucian carp in her hand started laying eggs with a flurry.
A cascade of eggs plopped into the water, leaving everyone around dumbfounded.