Chapter 292 The Evil Oriental Boy

The bluefin tuna is over four meters long, and every extra ten centimeters adds to the shock.

When the crane lifted the fish, the contrast in the group photo was too direct.

No one looked down on Ye Sihai anymore.

It turns out that the most powerful hunter often appears as a prey.

This oriental boy is too strong.

"My God, Bruce, tell me quietly, did you sleep with Poseidon's daughter?"

Robert opened his mouth wide and didn't close it all night.

In such occasions, his team became the absolute core, which greatly increased his reputation in the circle of wealthy people in the future.

Ye Sihai glanced at this guy.

He was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Watanabe here was busy all night.

More than twenty big bluefin tuna, he can be regarded as picking up a treasure.

These big fish can be provided to top restaurants in North America and Europe, and most of them have to be shipped back to Japan.

The fish that Ye Sihai caught yesterday has caused a sensation in Tokyo.

Especially when Watanabe showed the photo of him, Ye Sihai and the fish.

All the top sashimi restaurants in Tokyo went crazy for it.

He made double the money.

What a concept!

Last year, Ye Sihai caused a huge sensation in Tokyo and was called a god-like man.

How could he not be in demand for the fish he caught?

Is it the fish that they eat?

It's the story of the food.

The Japanese like to give food all kinds of inexplicable meanings. No matter what others think, they are very happy to immerse themselves in it.

"Ye Yang, congratulations!"

The more courtesy, the less blame. Watanabe bowed 90 degrees before speaking.

Ye Sihai smiled and said:

"Mr. Watanabe, did you lose money on the fish yesterday?"

"No loss, no loss!"

Watanabe couldn't hold back his smile at all:

"If the quality of your fish can be as good as yesterday's, I am willing to add another 300 per pound and give you 2,000 US dollars."

This sentence made the noisy atmosphere around them suddenly freeze.

The professional anglers were all shocked.

Bluefin tuna is hard to catch, so it is very expensive.

But there is a limit to how expensive it can be.

Why do we only charge a few dozen dollars per pound?

Others can sell their catches for two thousand?

Everyone knows the international standards for bluefin tuna.

But catching a top-notch fish with S-grade meat quality is just like winning the lottery.

And for someone like Ye Sihai who exceeded the world standard last year, it was like a meteor falling from the sky and hitting him on the head.

In the live studio, Claire was so excited that she didn't look like a host.

She looked like she was ready to rush out of the live studio at any time, run to Ye Sihai, and give him a kiss.

As for Anderson, he has completely become Ye Sihai's number one complimenter.

He gave all kinds of compliments without paying.

There is no way, it's too evil.

Anderson saw it with his own eyes.

You can say that last year's record-breaking was luck.

What about yesterday?

There is a famous proverb in the West.

It is impossible for a shell to land in the same crater.

Even if it can land once, can it land every time?

Today, people selflessly shared their fishing spots, and then 18 groups successfully caught big fish.

They even caught the biggest one.

Do you want to say it was luck?

Anderson was the first to disagree.

But if you say it was technology, Anderson would not agree.

Damn technology.

Whose technology is so awesome?

It can only be... mysterious oriental witchcraft.

Orientals have always had the habit of burning ancestral money. It must be that Ye Sihai's ancestor was guiding him in the dark.

That's right.

I should also burn more oriental paper money for my deceased relatives in the future.

Here, Watanabe has already started testing the meat quality.

As expected, the test results reached yesterday's standard.

But the weight did not reach 1,500 pounds.

Remove the head and tail, and it is 1,257 pounds.

One pound is two thousand US dollars.

Sold for 2.514 million US dollars.

Ye Sihai was not excited at all, but rather had a slight regret.

This fish actually had better meat quality, but the part that Watanabe tested was a little off.

He didn't care about anything.

Those professional anglers looked at each other.

The last bit of pride in their hearts was gone.

From then on, Ye Sihai was the god of the sea fishing world.

He could catch two fish in two days, and each of them could be sold at such a high price.

God, if it were me, this would be enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life, okay?

What's more, even if the prize money wasn't in hand, the money from selling the fish would have exceeded three million.

What are these professional anglers doing here?

Everyone is naturally trying to get the top three.

But among the thirty groups, only three groups can get a place.

And even if they get a place, the prize money is not theirs.

The reason they came here was naturally because these symbols offered high prices, and the catch was theirs.

It was like others spent a lot of money, arranged a yacht with good food and drinks for them to go fishing for their own fish.

So, they didn't have any jealous thoughts about Ye Sihai.

Let alone hatred.

They whistled and cheered with smiles on their faces, and seemed to be happy for Ye Sihai.

Their real purpose was to please Ye Sihai.

Tomorrow, we will continue to follow you and make some money.

The super rich were very convinced.

It seems that the first place is out of the question.

But the more this happens, the more valuable the second place is.

When I brag about it in the future, I can use it as a burden.

In a certain year and month, I was fortunate enough to win the second place in a historic sea fishing competition.

What?

You don’t even know who won the first place?

That magical oriental wizard.

The super-rich man from the Middle Eastern royal family directly ordered his servants to bring down all kinds of fine wine and champagne from his yacht. He wanted to celebrate the harvest for Ye Sihai.

The name of this rich man is a long string, and Ye Sihai only remembered the four words Abdullah.

The Palm Island Pier immediately became Middle Eastern style, and beautiful and hot Persian dancers took the stage. The belly dance made Ye Sihai's eyes blurry.

Really... rich.

The dancers' belly buttons were inlaid with a red and blue sapphire the size of a pigeon egg.

Robert was pushed aside by Abdullah, and Ye Sihai was almost strangled to death by the tall Abdullah.

Ye Sihai thought he was not short, he was over 1.8 meters tall, and he could grow taller in the future, 1.85 meters would not be a problem.

But this handsome Abdullah with a full beard was two meters tall.

This guy hugged Ye Sihai with one hand and held a pure gold wine glass inlaid with gems in the other hand, and clinked glasses with Ye Sihai fiercely:

"Ye, I have a young sister, the most beautiful pearl of our royal family, who will be fifteen years old next year. How about I marry her to you?"

Ye Sihai...!

A mouthful of champagne stuck in his throat.

You are really cruel.

I haven't lived enough.

He quickly declined:

"Prince, I already have a fiancée, and the marriage was arranged last year."

The prince expressed regret.