Chapter 1600 - 1571: A’Tan Feels a Bit Distressed

Because two plates of Steamed Golden Thread Fish were quickly snatched up, Aunt Spencer and Uncle Spencer didn’t get to try them. After Tania tasted the unique flavor of the golden thread fish, she called Aunt Spencer and Uncle Spencer over to share, completely ignoring Irving Spencer and his wife, who hadn’t made it home yet.

When Aunt Spencer and Uncle Spencer tasted the fish, they were instantly astonished. After sampling the flavor, they realized it was something precious and decided to stop eating.

There wasn’t much of the fish to begin with, and a few bites finished it off.

After breakfast, Old Mr. Weng and a few others came over, smiling broadly, to ask whether breakfast was included in the accommodation fee or if extra payment was necessary.

Old Mr. Weng and Old Mr. Jiang seemed fine, but Oliver Zolotov’s face turned red. He knew how valuable the fish was, but since he had already eaten it, he had to accept whatever high price Tania set.

The group of old gentlemen seemed to think the young girl was easy to talk to, so instead of asking Marcus Quinn, they questioned Tania. Having followed her father from a young age and having seen it all, her innocence didn’t equal stupidity. She quickly discerned their thoughts and smiled, "Breakfast is of course free, included in the accommodation fee, but shouldn’t you also tell me the price of the golden thread fish? Otherwise, we might not get to eat it again in the future."

"Young lady, how come you’re so clever?" Old Mr. Weng thought about not being able to eat this fish in the future and it pained him, so he hurriedly pulled Oliver Zolotov to ask about the fish’s price.

"I haven’t reported this fish yet. If I do, it might have to be handed over to the state." Oliver Zolotov spoke while watching Tania’s expression. Seeing the pretty young girl stop smiling and bear a somewhat stern look, he hurriedly added, "But, of course, the state would purchase at the market price, and currently, we haven’t figured out why Anfield Village has these fish—whether it’s related to the lake water or the local environment—so it might not all be taken away. After all, these golden thread fish are as valuable as gold, if not more."

Upon hearing Oliver Zolotov’s explanation, everyone was taken aback. So, the fish is sold by the gram?

A fish weighing three to four pounds is equivalent to three to four pounds of gold. With gold priced around 300 per gram, one pound, or 500 grams, is 150,000, meaning a single fish weighing no less than three pounds equals at least a million in value?

Not only were Uncle Spencer and the others dumbfounded, but even Tania was too shocked to speak.

"Old Zhou, are you fooling us?" Old Mr. Weng believed this must have been the most expensive breakfast he had ever eaten.

"Heh, am I fooling you? Even if you pay hundreds of thousands, you can’t buy this kind of fish elsewhere, understand? The reason golden thread fish can fetch such hefty prices is the special element it contains; if you don’t know, don’t make a fool of yourself." Old Mr. Zhou and Old Mr. Weng were used to bickering and would start arguing if the topic went sideways.

While watching the two argue, Tania glanced at the golden thread fish swimming in the pond, thinking it’s like money swimming around.

"Marcus, Marcus." Tania called out to Marcus Quinn, who was carrying out the pig trotters from the kitchen, excitedly grabbing his clothes as she said, "We’ve got the perfect headline for publicity."

"Hmm?" Marcus Quinn quietly waited for her to continue.

"A single fish is worth hundreds of thousands, and Oliver Zolotov said it even has life-extending properties, right?" Tania said, full of excitement.

"Extending life is just one of its effects," Old Zhou added a sentence while arguing.

"Our Holiday Village has always struggled with promotion. How can we stand out among all the holiday villages? This is it. While we might not be the top in luxury, or have an unbeatable location, or any fame yet, with this golden thread fish, everything changes. This is the only holiday village in the country with golden thread fish."

Marcus Quinn had already thought of this point. Seeing her face shining with excitement, he gave a deep acknowledgment with a slight smile and said, "Tania, these fish are rare and they may need to be handed over to the state."

"???" Tania stared wide-eyed at Marcus Quinn.

Yesterday, when he caught this golden fish, he vaguely recalled something his grandfather mentioned in his childhood. A person devoted to culinary arts naturally seeks to make the most delicious food in the world. Once their skills reach a peak, improving the taste of food can only be done through the ingredients, which was why his grandfather planned to be self-sufficient and return to the countryside to farm in his later years.

Back then, his grandfather mentioned the golden thread fish and even stocked a lot of fish fry into the lakes. If Marcus Quinn wasn’t wrong, this fish likely wasn’t extinct, just rarely seen outside. Although Oliver Zolotov was a provincial expert, he didn’t know everything. Therefore, Marcus Quinn didn’t worry too much about it.