Father Lin led the village chief into the house, while Mrs. Lin prepared some tea and poured a bowl for the village chief.
In the countryside, tea is not served in cups, but in bowls.
Zhao Canghe didn't touch the tea and, listening to Mrs. Lin, furrowed his brows and said, "Thirty cents is not a small amount, but Liang is Lin Chen's elder brother. With that status, not to mention thirty cents, even three hundred cents, people would be willing to pay."
Hearing the village chief's words, both Father Lin and Mrs. Lin were stunned. It was Mrs. Lin who reacted first: "Chief, what do you mean by this?"
"What else could it mean? How many young people have the patience for fishing? They want Liang to teach fishing, not in terms of catching fish, but because of who Liang is."
Zhao Canghe didn't hide anything from Father Lin and Mrs. Lin: "There are many in our village who are better at fishing than Liang, yet why do people specifically seek him out? Have you thought about it?"
