Xiao Su twisted her body and turned her little leather boots, blocking Yan Bugui's outstretched hand.
"Teacher Yan, what we enjoy about fishing is the process of participating. Whether we can catch a fish or not is not important. It would be good if we caught one, but if we can't, then we shouldn't have gotten the fish in the first place."
Yan Bugui's face immediately turned red after hearing Xiao Su's two sentences, as if the other party had seen through his thoughts.
He had already thought it through. This fish looked to be at least ten pounds. If he could pull it out of the ice hole, given Wang Dabao's personality, he would definitely give him two or three pounds.
If things go wrong, he might get half of it.
But with Xiao Su blocking his way, he could only pull his hand back.
We can't just sideline Xiao Su, or Wang Dabao would stuff him into an ice hole!
Upon hearing Xiao Su's words, Wang Dabao smiled knowingly.
This was to tell him that they were just there for fun, and whether or not they could catch any fish was not important, so that Wang Dabao wouldn't feel burdened.
Besides, the fish really isn't important; it's Xiao Su who Wang Dabao values today.
Soon, Wang Dabao pulled up a large bluefish that was nearly half a meter long.
It wasn't that Wang Dabao was particularly skilled; it was really the effect of the large fish in the space driving it away.
People fishing nearby all rushed over.
Although they didn't know Wang Dabao, they were extremely familiar with Yan Bugui.
Ever since Yan Bugui released the hundred-pound giant fish last time, he has made quite a name for himself in the fishing circles of Beijing.
After questioning Yan Bugui, everyone understood that the young man had chiseled a hole in the ice for Yan Bugui in exchange for borrowing his fishing rod for half an hour.
"Goodness, I think Yan Bugui was born without the fate to catch big fish. This young man is lucky. This big fish looks to weigh at least twenty pounds."
"What do you mean he's not destined to catch big fish? I think he's just not cut out for fishing. He always just misses out. If he keeps going like this, he'll lose all his luck."
"Is this Old Yan from the Red Star Courtyard? Sigh, you could say he's lucky, he really is, he always manages to catch a big fish. But you could also say he's unlucky, he really is, the fish comes up, but it's not for him!"
Yan Bugui listened to the other anglers chatting and felt uneasy.
His old face turned red and then white, then white and then red again.
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