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After composing myself, I returned to the small yard.
Keeping busy always helped push away the pain.
After cleaning up the place, I felt a little better.
For several days, I wandered around the area.
Looking for work that might suit me.
But came up empty–handed.
The village had plenty of ponds, which sparked an idea to build a fish farm.
Half for breeding fish, half as a premium fishing spot to attract wealthy customers.
It could boost the local economy too.
I checked my account balance and started mentally sketching plans for the fish farm.
But I was completely new to this business, facing obstacles at every turn.
My daily routine became sitting at my doorstep, staring into space and thinking.
Mrs. Stone from next door approached with an apple, and when I didn’t respond, she waved her hand in front of my face.
“Honey, what’s going on? You’ve been so distracted lately.”
“Tell me, maybe I can help.”
“I’m thinking about investing in a fish farm, but there’s a lot I don’t understand,” I explained.
I didn’t really expect Mrs. Lin to help–I just wanted to ease her worries. To my surprise, she clapped her hands
excitedly.
“A fish farm? That’s perfect!”
“My nephew, Daniel, specializes in exactly that! He’s coming over for dinner later. I’ll introduce you–he can help.”
I couldn’t hide my disbelief.
Mrs. Stone laughed at my expression.
“What? You think I’m making it up?”
I quickly shook my head, agreeing to the meeting.
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Talk about perfect timing.
I didn’t play coy, immediately following Mrs. Stone to help prepare lunch.
A while later, a man suddenly walked in, his boots caked with mud.
He spotted me crouching on the floor washing vegetables the moment he walked in.
After a confused pause, he stepped back outside to check the house number, then returned.
Mrs. Stone’s appearance broke the awkward atmosphere.
“Daniel, you’re here! This is Emma. She’s interested in investing in a fish farm, and isn’t that your expertise?”
“I invited her over to ask your advice.”
So this was Daniel–no wonder he was covered in mud, he must have just come from his fish farm. I stopped what I was doing, stood up, and approached him.
“Hello, Mr. Carter. I’m Emma Johnson.”
Daniel wiped
“Hi there.”
us hands on his clothes before shaking mine.
He seemed approachable and easy to talk to.
His clumsy movements made him seem adorably awkward.
After lunch, Daniel suggested we check out the pond I was planning to lease.
I was genuinely touched. He was clearly busy, and could’ve easily brushed me off with an excuse.
I changed clothes and headed to the pond with him.
“Your pond is about six acres. The water depth should be maintained at around eight feet. You’ll need about 330 pounds of quicklime per acre to clean the pond. Your water’s not deep enough if you want to raise fish.”
I took notes while nodding, then quickly asked:
“Any specific requirements for the fish species?”
Daniel thought for a moment before answering.
“Generally, for a pond this size, you could stock about 5,000 rainbow trout, 2,000 black bass, and around 4,000 yellow catfish. But as a beginner, you might want to start with hardier species.”
“Don’t worry about workers–I can introduce you to some experienced people.”
“For your premium fishing spot idea, you’ll need to divide the area into sections. Beginners and experts shouldn’t fish in the same place. Beginners will get discouraged seeing others catch fish while they don’t.”
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“There’s also the social fishing category, where fishing isn’t the main goal. You’ll need to focus your marketing on
the right aspects.”
Daniel talked with me all afternoon.
I’d initially assumed he was just some fish farmer who’d struck it rich.
After getting to know him, I discovered he had a PhD in agricultural science.
He’d even published several SCI papers on aquaculture.
With Daniel’s help, my fish farm and fishing spots began taking shape.
I offered half–price entry for beginners, and guaranteed everyone would take home a fish–even if I had to give them one from our farm stock.
The second pond charged no entry fee, but customers paid by the pound for whatever they caught–which really satisfied people’s sense of achievement.
The back ponds included restaurants, with the deluxe version even offering water recreation activities.
My funds were somewhat limited, but with Daniel’s early assistance, I managed to keep things running.
The fish farm turned profitable quickly, and my net worth grew steadily.
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