The next morning, the group, fully recovered after a night's rest, boarded the boat again and set sail.

I spent another day in the middle of the ocean, caught quite a few fish, and sold them for 142 yuan.

There were no surprises that day, and Wang Teng's dream of making a big fish remained unfulfilled.

After selling the fish, Feng Ye still gave Fang Yi and the others 20 yuan each.

This time they didn't refuse and readily accepted it.

The grouper was sold, and the money was in his hands. The price was about what he expected, 23 yuan per kilogram.

When Feng Jiafa handed over the money, he looked heartbroken and regretful, wishing he could slap himself a few times.

If he had bought them at 20 yuan per kilogram yesterday, he could have made a profit of 3 yuan per kilogram, which would have amounted to 161 yuan.

Now, he has only earned 61 yuan, a difference of 100 yuan.

This is no small amount of money; he would have to collect fish for several days to earn it.

Feng Ye and A-Can were quite happy, having unexpectedly earned an extra 100 yuan, which felt like a windfall.

On the third day, Jiang Dequan still hadn't returned, so they went out to sea again and excitedly fished for another day.

But happy times are always fleeting.

On the morning of the fourth day, they went out to sea as usual to check out the site and do some fishing.

Just after reeling in one batch of fishing line and casting the second batch, Wang Teng's loud shouts were heard.

"Hahaha, after four days, I've finally caught a big fish."

Wang Teng laughed excitedly, the fishing line in his hand taut and digging deeply into his gloved hand.

Despite the pain from the tight binding, he seemed oblivious, his face beaming with ecstasy.

Everyone looked towards Wang Teng, with A-Can and Zhang Qiang, who were temporarily out of danger, crowding around him.

Feng Ye was also pleasantly surprised.

Although they caught quite a few fish in the past two days, they haven't had the same surprise as the first two days.

Judging from Wang Teng's excited expression, he must have really caught a big fish.

I just don't know if it's valuable.

Please don't send GT or bombfish. If you could also send a grouper or a tuna, that would be fantastic.

"Wang Teng, hold on, don't let it get away."

Feng Ye reminded him, his heart also filled with excitement.

“I know, I’ve learned a little bit from watching you catch big fish.”

Wang Teng didn't dare to turn around, his eyes fixed on the fishing line, awkwardly playing the fish.

"Wow, it's really a big fish! How big is it?"

Zhang Qiang looked at the sea and asked curiously.

Just as Wang Teng was about to answer, Feng Ye said, "Don't disturb him, let him concentrate on playing with the fish."

Then he added, "Ah Can, you two gather up the fishing lines next to him so they don't get tangled and the fish get away."

Although the fishing lines were about two meters apart, they were relatively long in order to fish on the bottom.

If a small fish bites the hook and is pulled up in time, there's not much of a problem. But if a large fish bites the hook, it struggles and thrashes around in the water, increasing the risk of getting tangled up.

Upon hearing this, A-Can and Zhang Qiang immediately took action, reeling in the fishing lines on both sides of Wang Teng's body onto the boat to avoid interfering with Wang Teng's fish-playing.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, Wang Teng couldn't take it anymore and quickly said, "Ouch, damn it, I can't take it anymore, my hand hurts so much, can someone take over for me..."

The initial excitement had vanished from his face, replaced by a grimace of pain.

"I'll do it, I'll do it..."

Ah-chan, who was watching from the side, quickly stepped forward and took the fishing line from him.

"Wow, this fish is really strong, so fierce."

Wang Teng said, shaking his aching hands.

"Is it that painful? I feel pain when I pull bonito, but it's not like this."

Seeing Wang Teng's pained expression, Zhang Qiang was quite puzzled.

"I didn't pull that skipjack tuna, so I don't know what it felt like, but this fish really squeezed my hand so hard."

Wang Teng replied with a pained expression that he had just endured it for seven or eight minutes and felt like his hand was about to be ruined.

"A fish weighing one pound requires ten pounds of strength, and that's no joke. This fish must be quite big, so it naturally struggles a lot, and it's normal that it hurts your hand even more when it's strangling you."

Feng Ye replied, while simultaneously untying a bluefin bream that had been pulled up and throwing it into the bucket.

After Ah-Can took over, his fish-handling skills became noticeably more proficient.

However, he didn't last long before complaining that he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to be replaced.

"I'll give it a try."

Seeing this, Zhang Qiang quickly stepped forward and took it.

As soon as he got his hands on the fishing line, his expression changed: "Holy crap, this is so heavy, my hands hurt so much. This fish is much heavier than the skipjack tuna I pulled up, it must weigh nearly a hundred pounds."

"Now you know I wasn't lying to you!" Wang Teng laughed heartily.

Zhang Qiang was quickly defeated, and then Feng Ye took over...

Everyone took turns pulling the fishing line, but no one could last more than ten minutes.

Using a hand line to catch big fish is too taxing on your hands.

Fang Yi was the last to try, but he couldn't pull the fish up either. It was Wang Teng, whose pain had almost subsided, who finally managed to pull the fish out of the water.

When the fish was pulled out of the water, Feng Ye and A-Can stared in surprise.

"Holy crap, what a huge croaker!"

Feng Ye shouted excitedly; he recognized it at a glance as a large croaker.

The croaker, also known as the perch, is similar to the bass but has coarser flesh. Its body color is dark, grayish-brown with purplish-green tinges, and its belly is grayish-white.

Most common ones weigh no more than 10 kilograms, but the largest can grow to about 50 kilograms.

Judging from its appearance and feel, the fish they caught definitely weighed over 90 pounds.

He had never seen such a large croaker in person before; he had only seen them online.

The larger the croaker, the more valuable it is.

"If you have money, you can eat croaker; if you don't, you don't have to eat it." This old saying reflects the high economic value of croaker.

The reason for this is that the swim bladder of the croaker can be made into croaker glue, which has high medicinal value and has the effects of nourishing blood, tonifying the kidneys, moistening the lungs and strengthening the spleen, and reducing inflammation.

Anything associated with kidney tonification can fetch a high price.

Only larger croakers can produce high-quality fish maw, which can cost tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of yuan per kilogram, making it an astronomical price.

The saying "ten catties of fish make one ounce of fish glue" means that it usually takes ten catties of fish to make one ounce of fish glue.

This ratio also reflects the preciousness of fish maw and the rarity of its production process.

This fish, weighing over 90 pounds, means that it can produce nearly one pound of croaker maw.

What does a pound of croaker maw mean?

It means you're going to get rich!

Even if prices weren't as high back then as they are now, and it wouldn't sell for hundreds of thousands, it would definitely be worth around ten thousand.