After throwing the enormous bullhead trevally into the cabin, the group went to eat.
However, since there were still a few fishing lines in the sea that hadn't been pulled up, Fang Yi and the other two stood aside with their noodles, watching and eating.
"Damn, you're all addicted. You might as well quit working at the police station and become professional fishermen."
Seeing their focused expressions, Feng Ye couldn't help but laugh and tease them.
For many people, fishing is indeed an irresistible hobby.
Especially at sea, facing the vast ocean, every pull of the lever is filled with unknowns and expectations, and this kind of excitement is unmatched by anything else.
"That won't do. Fishing occasionally is fine, but you still have to do your job."
Fang Yi ate his noodles, but his eyes were fixed on the sea, afraid of missing any chance of a fish biting the hook.
Zhang Qiang chimed in, "That's right. If my wife found out I quit my job to go fishing, the house would be in chaos."
Wang Teng laughed and said, "Hehe, not only will my wife turn on me, but my parents will also whip me."
"As long as I can make money, I don't have to worry about how to explain it to my family..."
"That won't do either. Without a proper job, what's the difference between you and a good-for-nothing?"
Upon hearing Fang Yi's words, Feng Ye couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion: Just two months ago, wasn't he just a good-for-nothing?
Fang Yi added, "However, you can go fishing at the beach when you have free time. The police station is not far from the beach, so you can go back quickly if anything happens."
His eyes sparkled with a love for fishing, but also with a sense of compromise with reality.
Zhang Qiang slapped his thigh and agreed, "That's right, we're just killing time anyway, fishing can help us relax, isn't that great?"
Wang Teng nodded in agreement: "That's right. When we get back, we'll make a few fishing rods. If we catch any fish, we can sell the ones we can, and we can keep the ones we can't sell for ourselves."
"If you really want to go fishing, it's best not to make your own fishing rods. When you catch a big fish, it's easy for the rod to break. Just spend some money to buy a better fishing rod, and I believe you'll earn it back in no time."
Feng Ye watched them discuss enthusiastically and offered them a suggestion.
Nowadays, most people who fish are either rich and have plenty of free time, or they just want to catch a few fish to eat themselves. There are hardly any real professional anglers.
At this time, the resources in the sea are still relatively abundant. Making a lot of money by fishing requires good luck, but making a little money is no problem at all.
Unlike anglers decades later, who spend a fortune on a huge amount of equipment like fishing rods, bait, and lines, only to reap meager profits and spend most of their time feeding the fish.
The ultimate dignity of anglers in later generations was to not return empty-handed, and a meme has been passed down: "An angler never comes home empty-handed."
For the sake of this last vestige of dignity, anglers will try every means to catch something, such as frogs, crabs, dragonflies, or even venomous snakes...
Even picking wild vegetables or collecting plastic bottles doesn't count as being part of the Air Force.
If all else fails, you should at least drink some water before you leave.
In short, I had to take something with me from the fishing spot.
But in this era, there's no need to worry about this last vestige of dignity; as long as you're willing to cast your line, you can catch something, more or less.
Unless you want to fish like Jiang Ziya, you won't even have a hook or bait.
"That's something we can consider."
Fang Yi stroked his chin, seriously considering Feng Ye's suggestion.
For him, fishing is just an occasional pastime, but if he can actually make some money from it, why not?
"I'm just worried that I might not make much money. I'll make my own fishing rod and fish first, and then buy a fishing rod when I've made some money."
Zhang Qiang's considerations were quite realistic.
“That’s what I think too.” Wang Teng nodded in agreement.
"I'm just mentioning it briefly; how you consider it is up to you."
Feng Ye shrugged, slurping down a bowl of noodles while also keeping an eye on the fishing line.
"Holy crap, the fishing line is moving."
Zhang Qiang suddenly shouted, put down the bowl and chopsticks he was holding on the deck, and went to pull the line.
The movement was so forceful that some of the noodles in the bowl spilled onto the deck.
"Damn, a big fish! I finally caught a big fish! Wow, it's pretty strong..."
As soon as he got his hands on the fishing line and pulled hard, he shouted excitedly, which made Fang Yi and Wang Teng turn their heads to look at him.
"Another big fish! Quickly pull it up and see what kind of fish it is. Let's hope it's not another GT."
Feng Ye chuckled and made a joke, but inwardly he thought, "Holy crap!"
Large fish that are usually nowhere to be seen have been appearing frequently these past two days.
Yesterday we had a yellowfin tuna, today a grouper, a giant tuna, and now this one. Are there more to come?
Wang Teng hasn't caught a big fish yet!
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..."
Zhang Qiang spat several times before saying, "You jinx! This is definitely a giant grouper, even bigger than the previous one..."
"Forget about the giant grouper. Groupers are very territorial, and there's usually only one in a certain area. We've already caught one, so don't expect to catch a second one."
"Damn it, stop discouraging me, okay? If you don't have grouper, yesterday's yellowfin tuna will do..."
While pulling on the fishing line, Zhang Qiang kept muttering to himself, as if trying to increase his chances of catching a valuable fish through verbal prayer.
"I think the yellowfin is also quite risky..."
"Can you just shut up and stop talking?"
"Sure, but I'm telling you the truth, it's best not to get your hopes up too high. Remember, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment..."
Feng Ye kept talking, but when he saw that Zhang Qiang was getting a little impatient, he wisely shut his mouth.
However, after he stopped, he belatedly realized that he had been talking so much today, like a chatterbox.
Suddenly, he noticed that Fang Yi had become noticeably quieter these past two days, and couldn't help but turn to look at him.
Could it be that...
He couldn't help but shudder: "Impossible, how can being a chatterbox be contagious? It must be my imagination."
He shook his head to clear his mind, continued watching Zhang Qiang pull the wire, and prepared to take over at any moment.
Zhang Qiang had never caught a big fish before and had no experience. He was afraid that Zhang Qiang wouldn't be able to pull the fish up, or that the fish would get away.
Although he said those things before, deep down he actually hoped to pull up good fish, not trash like GT.
Having witnessed the process of catching big fish a few times, Zhang Qiang, though not very skilled, knew how to play the fish by reeling it in and letting it out, instead of simply using brute force.
After a period of intense back-and-forth, Wang Teng and Fang Yi both reeled in the rest of their fishing lines. He finally managed to play the fish over and reveal its form.
For a moment, everyone stuck their heads out of the ship's side, wanting to see what kind of fish it was.
"Hahaha... tuna, it really is tuna..."
Zhang Qiang laughed heartily.
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