The heavy fishing net was being laboriously dragged ashore by the group.
Boss Chang watched anxiously, wishing he could jump in himself: "Oh no! Just leave it by the pond. Isn't it more convenient to sort the fish by the water?"
Sort by the water? How do you sort by the water?
Not to mention how to ensure the fish at the bottom don't slip back into the depths of the pond. If the net opens up, a strong fish could just roll away.
Song Tan glanced at the five temporary workers already prepared by the shore, and patted Boss Chang on the shoulder:
"Stop messing around, will you? Relax, if any fish get away, I won't sell to you."
Now it was Boss Chang's turn to jump: "Why won't you sell? Why won't you sell? I still have a freezer on my truck! Can't I just eat it myself?"
He usually felt bad about spending on food, and these fish had just died. Freeze them right after they die, how could they not be fresh?
