Yan Bugui chuckled and lit a cigarette. After taking a puff, he pursed his lips and said, "Dabao, it's not that I, Old Yan, am being presumptuous, but fishing isn't something just anyone can do. There are a lot of tricks to it, and you'll have to learn them!"
When fishing is mentioned, Yan Bugui becomes enthusiastic, believing he has reached expert level in this area.
I have a contemptuous attitude towards players like Wang Dabao who are not even half-baked.
No wonder Yan Bugui was proud; he was indeed a master fisherman.
It is famous not only in the compound, but also among the dozens of courtyards under the jurisdiction of the street office.
Every weekend, Yan Bugui would get up early, take his fishing rod, and go fishing in the moat or Shichahai.
These days, everyone's strapped for cash. Big rivers and even small ponds are all unclaimed places. As long as you have a fishing rod, you can fish anywhere.
Everyone relies on their own skills; whoever catches it gets to keep it.
Like Yan Bugui, many people thought of supplementing their family income by fishing, so much so that there were almost no big fish in the rivers around Beijing.
Even small fish, Yan Bugui can catch a few every weekend. On a good day, he can catch two or three pounds, or even a big fish.
The meat in Old Yan's family comes entirely from the fish that Yan Bugui catches on weekends.
However, Yan Bugui was reluctant to eat this big fish; he would sell it for money.
This weekend, Yan Bugui originally planned to take Yan Jiekuang to the hospital in the morning, but when he saw that Wang Dabao was going fishing, he became very eager to join in. Firstly, fishing is a necessity for his family, and secondly, he also wanted to show off his excellent skills in front of Wang Dabao.
Let Wang Dabao know what an authority in the fishing world is like.
Wang Dabao chuckled, a cigarette dangling from his lips, "I fish purely for fun; whether I catch anything or not doesn't matter to me."
"Hey, Da Bao, that's not right of you. You have to take everything seriously."
Yan Bugui's eyes lit up when he saw the fishing rod in Wang Dabao's hand. Although he didn't know what brand it was, he could tell from the luster that it was a good rod. "Where are you planning to fish? I suggest you go to Shichahai. There are lots of fish there. I'll come find you after I'm done packing. I can give you some pointers then."
"Okay, then you can pack up. I'll be going now."
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