After the short man left, Brother Hu did not put the "Cyan Turtle" into the pile of fish goods behind the wooden shed's carriage but had the beautiful woman beside him set it aside separately.
Chen Mo glanced at the "Cyan Turtle," then prepared to leave with Zhang River.
However, they were stopped by a young member of the Qinghe Gang.
Zhang River quickly smiled and said, "Boss, we are not selling fish."
"You still have to weigh it before you leave," the member said.
"There's no need for that, right? By looking at this barrel's content, there's no way it weighs a hundred pounds," Zhang River said.
"It's not up to you; according to the rules, it must be weighed," the member said.
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and had Zhang River give him the wooden barrel.
The barrel of fish, with the barrel and fish together, didn't weigh fifty pounds.
Even if the Qinghe Gang wanted to falsely report, they couldn't add more than fifty pounds.
