Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 166
Once Karlos put all of the shrimp in the basin, Brandon excitedly grabbed the cast net and set it up for another throw. He had to fix the net so that it would spread correctly once thrown, or else it would get tangled.
There was a proper technique to throwing a cast net, and Brandon was used to it. Just like Karlos, his throw formed a perfect circle, although it didn't spread as far.
The pond was filled with shrimp, so it didn't matter which section they cast the net in. Every part of the pond seemed equally abundant.
Brandon pulled the net and whistled when he felt its weight.
Their two throws completely filled the basin.
"We have a styrofoam box. I'll get it for you," Zaldy said with a smile. He didn't expect that these two knew how to use a cast net. He had originally planned to impress them by letting them catch a few kilograms.
But it seemed they had caught at least 50 kilograms… That was a lot. Then again, Zaldy was dealing with his boss, and everything in the farm technically belonged to Karlos, so it was only right for them to take as much as they wanted.
"Thank you, Zaldy," Karlos said as he looked at the shrimp they had caught.
The caretaker nodded and walked toward a building a few meters away from Pond No.1.
A few minutes later, he returned with another worker. The two carried a styrofoam box filled with ice.
Karlos and Brandon placed the shrimp inside, then covered them with another layer of ice.
After that, Zaldy introduced Karlos and Brandon to the three workers responsible for maintaining the shrimp farm. There were four workers in total, including Zaldy, and each of them greeted the new owner respectfully.
Even after confirming that they now owned a property of this scale, Karlos and Brandon were still adjusting.
"Next week, we will contact you once the shrimp are ready for harvest," Zaldy said with a smile. He was happy that their hard work was finally about to pay off. At last, the farm would start generating profit.
"The buyer is from the restaurant Mr. Chubby," Alfred added.
"Mr. Chubby? You mean the restaurants we saw on TV?" Brandon had seen their commercials a couple of times.
"Yes."
Mr. Chubby was a fast-food restaurant owned by the Alejandro family. It had 325 branches across the country and specialized in local cuisine, unlike other fast-food chains that focused on greasy meals.
Mr. Chubby would buy the entire harvest of the farm.
Karlos didn't expect that everything had already been arranged, even the buyer. All he had to do was wait for the money. He was speechless as he signed the documents confirming that he was now the owner of the Alejandro shrimp farm, with Brandon holding 5% ownership.
"We will take you back to the beachside," Alfred said.
They placed the styrofoam box in the trunk and left the farm.
During the entire ride back, Karlos and Brandon still couldn't believe that they had acquired a promising business. They didn't even lift a finger, they just had to be present when the harvest happened.
'... Damn, everything is moving too fast. I mean, I'm already a millionaire. Not just locally, but internationally. Our savings are over $1 million. Our family is truly a millionaire.'
Karlos struggled to keep his emotions in check.
He couldn't process it. Just two days ago, he had been on the island harvesting abalones and had luckily discovered three ginseng.
Soon, the car stopped, and Alfred bid them farewell. He bowed and handed his business card to Karlos. He strongly believed they would have more interactions in the future.
Karlos opened the gate, and the two men carried the styrofoam box to the shed. Maya heard them return and opened the door with a curious expression.
"Papa!"
Arabella ran excitedly toward Karlos. Her mouth was messy, covered in cheesecake. Just as Maya had promised, she baked a cheesecake to satisfy her gluttonous daughter. Since morning, Arabella had been asking for a slice.
She had even measured the size of the cheesecake because she remembered her mother's promise from yesterday. The size didn't quite meet her expectations, but she loved her mother too much to complain, even though Maya technically failed to make it as big as promised. The audacity.
Arabella hugged Karlos's leg and instinctively wiped her messy face on his pants and giggled.
"Arabella, that's dirty. Go let your Mama clean your face," Karlos said with a smile, ruffling her hair.
"Hehe." Arabella grinned and glanced at the box under the shed.
"Pa." Iñigo also appeared, holding his toy, he was about to hug Karlos but he saw that his pants were dirty so he stopped.
The twins looked at the box curiously instead.
"What's inside the box?" Maya asked as she knelt down and cleaned Arabella's face with a towel.
"It's shrimp. Take a look."
Karlos opened the box, and Maya was surprised to see finger-sized shrimp filling it.
"Did you buy this? This is expensive."
Shrimp was a delicacy and obviously pricey. At the wet market, finger-sized shrimp ranged from 400 to 600 pesos per kilogram, not something people usually bought in bulk.
"This is at least 50 kilograms. Why did you buy so much? We can't eat all of this."
"Babe, we harvested it from the shrimp farm."
"You did?" Maya quickly understood.
"So what happened?"
Karlos explained everything, while Brandon added details from time to time.
"I see... So what are we going to do with all this shrimp? This is too much, even for two households. Shrimp are delicious, but we'll get tired of eating them if we have them every day. You don't plan to sell them, do you?"
"No, not this time."
"What then?"
"We plan to give some to the neighbors."
"I'll bring the weighing scale and plastic bags." Maya understood immediately and went back inside.
The twins played in front of the house, running around with their small legs and laughing as they chased each other.
Once Maya returned with the weighing scale and plastic bags, Karlos and Brandon began dividing the shrimp. For close friends, they prepared 2 kilograms per household. For neighbors, 1 kilogram each.
Karlos and Brandon kept 10 kilograms each for themselves. Then they split up. Brandon delivered shrimp to his friends and neighbors near his house, while Karlos handled his side.
Their friends were happy to receive the shrimp and asked where they got them. The two explained that they had visited a shrimp farm but didn't elaborate.
One way or another, the news about them owning a shrimp farm would spread. They couldn't prevent it or hide it, especially since the farm was located in the same town.
For now, they just chose to keep quiet about it.
[Author's Note: Thank you guys for reading this novel. First, I just want to address something. I'd like to apologize if my grammar or even my way of writing is off. I'm a Filipino so I usually write with Tagalog in my mind before I write it in English. On top of that, I'm not really good at tenses so I just decided to use the past tense in my writing even though some of it sounded awkward. Another thing, there were times when I forgot stuff, sorry about that. Last but not least, fuck math, complicated math was my worst enemy.]
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