The following morning at nine o'clock, the rarely lazy Chu Mingcheng received the auction information sent by the trading center.
He was quite lucky; the trading center had arranged an auction for Bluefin Tuna the day after tomorrow afternoon.
Generally, the trading center would hold an auction once they had accumulated a certain number of high-quality Bluefin Tuna.
Sometimes the scale was large, sometimes small; there was no set schedule for these events.
"What's up?" Jiang Luoluo, seeing him glued to his phone, couldn't help but ask.
Driven by curiosity, she wriggled out from under the covers, her smooth, fair shoulders suddenly exposed to the air, a tantalizing beauty that was partially concealed and partially revealed.
"Information from the trading center. There's an auction for Bluefin Golden Spearfish the day after tomorrow, starting at one in the afternoon. Our fish will be auctioned that day," said Chu Mingcheng as he handed her the phone.