Elder Lin was complaining pitifully, occasionally sneaking glances at Liang Yuan to observe his expression.
Liang Yuan's expression remained indifferent, showing neither sympathy nor indignation.
He interrupted Elder Lin's complaints and asked, "How many live fish do you still have?"
"Huh?"
Elder Lin was stunned, clearly not expecting Liang Yuan to ask about the fish stock instead of inquiring about Deng Hu right away.
He was a bit confused and wanted to say that he had already traded so many fish last time, wasn't Liang Yuan tired of eating them yet?
But he changed his words at the last minute, "We have quite a few fish, we were planning to trade with you this morning but the cableway got damaged."
"Mr. Liang, I hope you don't mind me asking—why do you need so many fish? Can't you catch any over there?"
Elder Lin suspected that Liang Yuan wasn't catching fish just to eat; otherwise, there was no explanation for him continuously collecting fish.
