Hairy crabs, as a type of freshwater delicacy, have never been cheap.
Even back in 2007, the wholesale price for female crabs weighing around two taels was about 25 yuan per jin, while male crabs cost around 20 yuan per jin—not much cheaper than in later years.
For three-tael female crabs, the price was roughly 35 yuan per jin, and male crabs went for about 28 yuan per jin.
As for crabs weighing four or five taels, especially those over five taels, the price easily exceeded a hundred yuan per jin.
Huang Feihu, the blond-haired boss of the seafood shop, had quite a haul delivered today—around six hundred jin in total. At those prices, buying the whole lot would cost nearly 30,000 yuan.
Of course, there was bound to be some "water" in those numbers—the actual weight definitely wasn’t six hundred jin. Even in his excitement, Huang Feihu hadn’t forgotten to cheat Yu Xin with his rigged scale.
Talk about wanting to have your cake and eat it too.
Since there were so many crabs, they weren’t individually tied up with ropes, but Huang Feihu still deliberately added some water to the plastic crates.
Yu Xin pretended not to notice.
What’s wrong with a little extra water in free hairy crabs? Huh?
Once everything was weighed, Huang Feihu took a drag from his cigarette, his rough fingers clattering away on the calculator while his eyes occasionally flicked up to Yu Xin’s slender legs, no doubt conjuring up some indecent fantasies.
"All set, little lady. Total comes to 27,937 yuan. How about I write you an invoice for 30,000?"
"Sure, 30,000 isn’t much, and 50,000 isn’t too much either. If big brother’s willing to write it higher, that’d be even better."
"Can’t go too high—I’ve got taxes to pay. 30,000 is the max."
"Then how about this? Skip the invoice and just give me a receipt with your signature and stamp. Would that work, big brother?"
"Oh-ho, you’re a greedy one, aren’t you? No problem with the receipt. Today, your big brother’s feeling generous—I’ll write you one for 50,000."
"Thank you, big brother. You’re so kind. I’ll definitely come back next time." Yu Xin smiled sweetly, her dimples faintly visible.
"Ah, no need to be so polite. Helping out a pretty lady like you is only natural."
Under Yu Xin’s guidance, Huang Feihu wrote out a detailed receipt—numbers in both digits and characters, signature, stamp—nothing missing.
Once it was done, Yu Xin even snapped a few photos with her phone.
Seeing Huang Feihu’s curiosity, she waved her phone and winked. "These are for my boss. Gotta show her the exact amount so she doesn’t think I’m skimming anything."
Huang Feihu’s eyes lit up with understanding, and he gave her a thumbs-up. "Classy!"
"Want me to arrange delivery for these crabs?"
Yu Xin waved him off. "No need. I’ve already called—someone from the shop will come pick them up soon."
"How about the payment?" Huang Feihu asked.
"The money’s coming with them. They’ll hand it to you then," Yu Xin replied.
"Got it."
While waiting for the car, the two stood by the shop entrance, chatting idly.
Despite his lecherous tendencies, Huang Feihu was a decent storyteller, and Yu Xin giggled at his jokes, her coquettish demeanor only fueling his fantasies.
About ten minutes later, a black sedan pulled up outside the seafood shop. A man in gold-rimmed glasses stepped out, followed by three vans.
Yu Xin’s smile faded as the man approached.
Once the money was handed over, she passed it to Huang Feihu. "Count it, make sure it’s all there."
Huang Feihu eagerly licked his fingers and started counting, nodding once he confirmed the amount. "Yep, all here—27,937 yuan exactly. You’re a real pro, little lady!"
Yu Xin suddenly cut him off. "Wait, that’s not right. Shouldn’t it be 50,000? The receipt says so, clear as day."
Only then did Huang Feihu notice the man in glasses standing behind Yu Xin. Realizing the trap, he quickly slapped his own mouth. "Oh, damn, my bad! You’re right—it’s 50,000. The receipt’s right here!"
He raised his voice on the last part, clearly for the benefit of the man behind Yu Xin.
Yu Xin: "So we’re square?"
Huang Feihu: "Square, square."
Yu Xin suddenly snapped her fingers. "Good. Let’s begin."
At her signal, several uniformed young men emerged from the vans.
Huang Feihu initially thought they were there to load the goods, but when he saw them haul out a floor scale from one of the vans, his face froze.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Yu Xin smirked coldly. "Re-weighing, of course."
Turning to the restaurant staff, she ordered, "Make sure it’s accurate. No mistakes."
The workers nodded and got to work while Yu Xin recorded the process.
Huang Feihu finally understood what was happening. His face twisted in rage. "The deal’s done! What’s the point of re-weighing? Stop now, or I swear—"
Zhao Tianyi, the lawyer who’d been waiting quietly, crushed his cigarette underfoot and stepped forward, handing Huang Feihu a document.
"Shut it, punk. Here—take this."
Huang Feihu grabbed it reflexively. "What’s this?"
Zhao Tianyi: "A compensation agreement. You promised Miss Yu Xin a tenfold refund for any shortweighting. We’re just gathering evidence."
"Oh, and the market supervision team will be here soon."
Huang Feihu’s face turned ashen. "You fucking scammers! You think you can trap me? Do you know who I am? Big Head Brother from Xuehai Street—he’s my boss! Nobody messes with me on this street!"
"Call him then," Zhao Tianyi said flatly. "I don’t believe you."
Huang Feihu: "You—!"
Meanwhile, Yu Xin checked the re-weighed totals. The shortage wasn’t minor—it was massive. She looked at Huang Feihu.
"Big brother, this is no way to do business. Cheating a defenseless woman like this? At your wholesale prices, you shorted me over five hundred jin. That’s beyond shameless."
"Five hundred jin?!" Huang Feihu’s eyes bulged. "You bitch, you’re trying to frame me! My scale’s rigged, sure, but at most it’d skim a hundred jin, not five hundred!"
The moment the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake and clapped a hand over his lips.
"Ohhh~ so your scale’s rigged. You admitted it yourself, big brother."
Yu Xin's crimson lips gradually curled into a dangerous smile as she continued, "Also, brother, you really have a short memory, don’t you? The receipt you wrote clearly states 50,000 yuan worth of goods. According to the prices listed in your shop, that should be 1,100 jin. So why did you only give me less than 500 jin?"
"Where’s the rest of the goods? Did you, dear brother, gobble them all up yourself?"
Huang Feihu was furious at her words. "Nonsense! My scale is accurate. You’re all trying to scam me today. If you don’t give me a proper explanation, none of you are leaving!"
With that, he immediately made a call right in front of them.
"Big Head Brother, I’ve got some troublemakers here. Yeah, bring more guys… You can round up a dozen or so? Perfect, that’s enough."
After hanging up, Huang Feihu glared viciously at Yu Xin and her group, spitting out a threat.
"My men are on their way. You’re all dead—"
Before he could finish, he suddenly noticed over thirty men in black, exuding an intimidating gangster aura, stepping out from behind Yu Xin and the bespectacled man. Their expressions were hostile, their eyes icy.
The moment this group appeared, the neighboring shopkeepers who had been watching the commotion hurriedly pulled down their shutters and locked their doors, terrified of getting involved.
They had never seen such a ruthless gathering—it was like something straight out of a mafia movie.
Yu Xin twirled a strand of her hair between her fingers, giggling sweetly. "Brother, just a dozen men? Are you sure that’s enough? Why not call for more? I do love a man who’s this bold."
Huang Feihu swallowed hard, his face pale. As he stared at this bewitching woman, not a single improper thought crossed his mind anymore. He finally understood just who he had provoked.
This was no harmless little rabbit—she was a venomous beauty, a serpent in disguise!
