Asking him to rent a house for 100 yuan a month is equivalent to cutting his flesh, but he can't stand letting him live with those fishermen every day.

So he looked at Chu Xuan cheekily, "Can my rent be paid from the fishing ground?" ”

"Can't!"

Chu Xuan refused mercilessly.

What do you want to do?

The fishing ground is not separated from Wu Bingwen and cannot be turned.

After Wu Bingwen was rejected, he didn't bargain anymore because he was worried about provoking Mao Chuxuan.

Chu Xuan also specially reminded him that he was not allowed to say anything disgusting to the fishermen, otherwise his salary would be deducted.

He had the feeling that he was bullied by dogs in Pingyang, and there was nothing he could do but nod his head and agree.

However, in Chu Xuan's eyes, he was just a paper tiger.

In this way, Wu Bingwen reluctantly lived in a single dormitory.

Six people in a room, bunk beds.

Those with disabilities live in the lower bunks, and those with able-bodied limbs live in the upper bunks.

Wu Bingwen wasted a lot of effort to climb to the top bunk.

The fishermen were very touched by the general manager's behavior of eating and living with them, and secretly determined to work hard in the fishing grounds.

As for John, he lived in his own house, and no one could fault it.

Early the next morning, John came to Chu Xuan's door with a stack of agreements.

Knock politely.

After a while, Chu Xuan came over and opened the door and took the agreement, "John, you go to supervise Wu Bingwen to make breakfast first, and I will go over after reading the agreement." ”

"Okay, boss."

John was very curious about the scene of the general manager and part-time chef, and turned to leave.

Chu Xuan went back to the house to see the agreement.

Anyone who works in the fishery has signed and put their fingerprints on it.

Including Wu Bingwen.

There is a clause in Wu Bingwen's agreement that he is in charge of all the work of the fishing ground, and where there is a shortage of manpower, he must take up the post.

Wu Bingwen signed so happily, he must have not realized that there are many places where the fishing ground lacks manpower.

Go through all the agreements, put them in a drawer, and lock them.

Ten minutes later, Chu Xuan arrived at the fishing canteen.

It is said to be a cafeteria, but it is actually a kitchen of about five square meters.

Breakfast is tomato and egg gnocchi soup.

Wu Bingwen is willing to put oil, and everyone likes to drink it.

Everyone praised Wu Bingwen's good cooking skills.

Wu Bingwen looked proud, "Other meals, I don't dare to pack tickets, this tomato and egg soup, I dare to say, it is absolutely delicious." ”

While speaking, serve a bowl for Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan thanked him, and used a soup spoon to scoop and drink while blowing.

It tastes really good.

After eating, everyone worked according to the division of labor, but Wu Bingwen sat in the kitchen to rest after brushing the pot.

John stood outside the cafeteria and shouted, "General Manager Wu, get on the boat, let's go fishing." ”

While cultivating seaweed, the work of fishing must continue.

After all, there are still a lot of fish in the sea water of the fishing grounds, and they should be caught and sold as soon as possible, so that no one will drown in order to steal the fish.

This also frees up space for a team of experts to carry out mixed cultivation experiments with seaweed and oysters.

When Wu Bingwen heard that he was going to get on the boat, he looked repulsed, "I won't go, stay in the canteen to prepare lunch for you." ”

I don't know where John touched a frying spoon and raised it, "We eat on the boat at noon, so you have to get on the boat!" ”

Wu Bingwen still wanted to refuse, but when he saw the warning in Chu Xuan's eyes, he had to bite the bullet and get on the boat.

It was a day out to sea, and by the time they returned, it was already half past four in the afternoon.

John took a few fishermen to the dock to sell fish, and the rest got off the boat and went back to the dormitory to take a shower and change clothes, only Wu Bingwen didn't bother to take a bath because he still had to go to the canteen to cook.

Chu Xuan helped pick vegetables, and Wu Bingwen complained while washing seafood, "I'm so tired!" I haven't been so tired for more than 20 years, Xiao Xuan, it's really hard to earn money from your fishing farm! ”

Chu Xuan pointed out the door, "If you can't do it, you can settle your salary and leave at any time." ”