After leaving Oil Workshop Village and reaching the main road, the two cars headed towards the fish market.
At this hour, there were few cars on the road, and it took the three of them just over ten minutes to travel the less than twenty kilometers to the fish market Zhao had mentioned.
Sure enough, as he said, there was a boss who wholesaled freshwater carp living in a storefront room. He made a phone call, and soon the door opened.
"Why are you selling fish at this hour? Are you a night owl?" The fish market boss was a middle-aged man in his forties, yawning and looking at Zhao.
Zhao replied, "Just came back from fishing, the pit boss offered too low a price, so I brought them here to you! They are all two to three pounds each, alive!"
"Where are they? Let me take a look! Let me tell you first, I can't pay a high price for fish that look bad with broken heads or tails! No dead fish either!"
