At this moment, Marokov was standing in the back of the small truck, listening to the villagers' needs, picking out the sea products they wanted, weighing and packing them into barrels.
Although Marokov said he was transporting sea products, he was essentially selling them.
Almost every villager who came by filled a large barrel, paid, and took it home.
From time to time, people would glance at Lin Yang and the other two, as foreign faces were still rare in this area.
Marokov, with a cheerful smile, said something they couldn't understand, explaining to the villagers.
Soon, the villagers who wanted to buy sea products had mostly come, and after waiting a little longer without anyone else showing up, Marokov chose not to wait any longer and closed the truck's back door, heading to the town.
Before long, the small truck arrived in the town. The truck driver, Marokov, dropped Lin Yang and his companions in front of a small hotel in town.
