Zhao's Tirade

Zhao followed the Pearl River for three miles in the torture's heat. He stopped by a mooring tied to a large wooden platform from which several fishermen were selling their catches. A deeply-tanned man, crouching in a damp blue t-shirt and pink swimming shorts, yelled up at him. Red snapper, come on! Say the last one for you! Zhao hopped onto the shifting platform - but there was only one left. If there was so much coming in, he thought, why was there only one left? Was everybody eating snapper all of a sudden? Zee swished a hand in several buckets and shook his head. Ah, sorry Zhao. No