I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 803 - 893: Uh, This Just Isn’t Scientific

And it was the kind that never stopped producing, a large cluster of fish eggs fell into the water, creating some ripples.

"They’re laying eggs, they’re laying eggs; crucian carp are externally fertilized, someone hurry and find a male fish—no, there probably needs to be several male fish... to be enough."

Mr. Long and Mr. Zhang were so excited, waving their arms and dancing around, not at all like the industry bigwigs they were, for this was truly a rare sight in the apocalypse.

Jing Shu then said, "So, are you going to trade your internal resources or not? If you do, I’ll throw in this big male crucian carp for free, but if not, I’ll take these fish eggs home for sauce."

After saying this, Jing Shu tossed the plump mother crucian carp in, then scooped around to pull out a slightly smaller male crucian carp, which was also unusually large, weighing over 20 kilograms, with shark-like teeth, thrashing about wildly creating splashes everywhere.

Jing Shu slapped down hard, with a loud "bang," the stunned crucian carp finally calmed down.

"Be gentle, be gentle, eh!"

"So, are you going to trade or what?"

"This is a pair of mutated crucian carp, incredibly rare! With a batch like this, that’s hundreds of thousands of fry at once! Yes, we can trade, we can trade!"

Hearing that, Jing Shu nodded with satisfaction and tossed the fish into the Hulk brand fish tank with a snap, "Alright, I want everything you mentioned before: tuna, tiger crabs, Canadian geoduck, Red Magic Shrimp and Peony Shrimp, fry too, as long as they’re viable breeding pairs."

"Alright, then you should come with us to the base now. We can discuss exactly what varieties to exchange during the ride, but we have to hurry and settle these fish and shrimp carrying eggs. For crucian carp that are externally fertilized, we’ll have to arrange it manually to increase hatch rates."

Jing Shu nodded, "Right, we have to hurry up."

If they’re too slow, the fish will hatch already.

Jing Shu knows her fish, they’re incredibly fast. Like the saying goes, the cart is barely moving and the soul is chasing behind, and before you realize it, there’s already a whole bunch of them.

Mr. Long couldn’t even bother with breakfast tea, and he and Mr. Zhang hurriedly dragged Jing Shu away.

Wu Jiang and the other two were left speechless, remembering that Boss Jing hadn’t eaten, so they quickly packed two servings of fresh shrimp porridge from the canteen to take along.

So what started as others coming for business ended up with Jing Shu doing business herself?

On the vehicle, Mr. Cui contacted the experts at the breeding base to prepare for the new members: "Hurry up, prepare to relocate these new species, they need to transition between waters to adapt to the temperature, recreate their ecological environment... do it with the highest, utmost standards!

Oh oh, you’re asking what’s here? Well, there’s crabs as big as basketballs, abalone larger than your plate, mutated crucian carp like sharks, giant prawns as thick as an arm, even lobsters bigger than Australian ones... you don’t believe? Just wait and see."

Mr. Cui hummed a tune, ready to let these old guys witness a spectacle.

...

The breeding base was just outside the city by a reservoir, only a little over half an hour by special car.

The breeding base was divided into several areas, Mr. Long led Jing Shu to the VIP rare species Pond No. 8.

Why was this pond so valuable?

Because it was an indoor artificial pond, not only with air conditioning to control temperature but also panoramic energizing lamps simulating sunlight and waves, oxygen rods, and even the soil was organic iron-rich, PH7 red soil.

As the lights came on, the rare and endangered species in the pond were visible, along with a lineup of experts eagerly rubbing their hands.

"Where’s the stuff?"

"Old Cui, don’t let us down, look, the pond is ready, but if what you said isn’t there... hmph hmph."

Mr. Long coughed, "Boss Jing, show these old guys something to open their eyes."

Jing Shu snapped her fingers, with a snap, Hulk lifted its top of the skull.

The experts collectively took a step back, but were then astounded by the scene in the pond.

So, Old Cui was telling the truth!

With a "pop," Hulk closed its top of the skull again.

"Payment on delivery, once I receive the goods, all this is yours."

"Of course, of course." Mr. Cui had barely finished when the old guys dragged him off to discuss what was going on and how to place these treasures.

Mr. Cui cleared his throat, "On a fine morning, a boss said she had some ordinary seafood and wanted to exchange them with us for resources..."

...

Meanwhile, as Mr. Long continued introducing things, he didn’t have that previous "I’m number one in the world" arrogance, but was full of humility:

"Boss Jing, you see, this is our internal resource, Canadian Geoduck."

Jing Shu’s eyes gleamed green, "This must taste great, right?"

Mr. Long smiled awkwardly, "For sashimi, it’s quite fine. Uh, so this pair of small ones... cough, even though they look a bit small, they’re definitely authentic geoducks, shall I give them to Boss Jing?"

Jing Shu didn’t complain about the two small misshapen geoducks, but rather took them exceptionally seriously, saying that she would take good care of them, and only then tossed them into Hulk’s pool.

In her heart, she added, they must be treated with the highest culinary standards.

Then came a pair of tiger crabs, tuna and other precious species, which Jing Shu took one by one, not minding that they seemed particularly small and malnourished, instead feeling euphorically delighted, calculating that with the Spiritual Spring’s acceleration, how long before she could eat some of this seafood?

Following this, Mr. Long took Jing Shu to scoop species she lacked from one pond to another, explaining how to breed them and what to pay attention to.

Once Jing Shu had received her goods, she prepared to hand over everything from Hulk’s interior one by one.

The experts were fully prepared, adapting the fish and shrimp to the water temperature, oxygenating, simulating the biological environment, and making records.

"Mr. Long, I’m ready to manually facilitate external fertilization," said a young man in gloves holding up both hands, with a big basin next to him filled with saline, just waiting to extract the crucian carp’s fluids and mix them with the eggs to increase the hatch rate by 20%.

After all, some of those fish are lazy, needing manual help to agitate and give them a boost.

Mr. Long nodded, then turned to Jing Shu, "Could you please scoop out the male crucian carp, Boss Jing? Don’t worry, this young man’s technique is quite good."

Uh, hearing this kind of operation for the first time, Jing Shu quickly shook her head and said, "No need to be so troublesome."

"Why, why not?"

"Look here, because they’ve already hatched! The fish eggs at our place hatch extraordinarily fast, so if we don’t separate them soon, the big fish will eat all the little ones, which is why I said we need to hurry. But don’t worry, I’ve thoughtfully separated them already."

As she spoke, Jing Shu stirred around and scooped with a large net, revealing a full net of densely packed little fish bouncing around.

On the other side were the already separated large crucian carp.

"Ah, this, this, this isn’t scientific!"