Old Mai said, "If all else fails, let's tell Boss Gao about this."
Wu An said, "We'll talk about it later."
It's still unclear what Guang Liangjun is up to. He's making rash statements and causing trouble for Gao Qiangqi.
It's not the right time, nor is it appropriate.
Not long after, Aqing cleaned the deck and carried the things onto the boat.
Wu An checked the time; it was already 9:30 in the morning.
"Let's go."
Old Mai started the engine, adjusted the direction, and the fishing boat slowly sailed away from the dock.
Wu An and A Qing sat obediently in the cabin shed. This was their second time at sea, and A Qing was clearly much better.
He still suffers from seasickness, but the symptoms seem to have lessened somewhat, though he's not sure if it's just his imagination.
Watching Old Mike operate the controls from behind, Wu An said, "Old Mike, how about I try it later?"
Min had already sent him the exam materials, so the theoretical part was naturally no problem. It was essentially an open-book exam, so he didn't need to worry about anything.
There is also a practical exam.
Brother Min said it was very simple, even easier than the motorcycle test.
He felt it was necessary to prepare in advance, lest he suffer a crushing defeat, not only embarrassing himself but also causing Min, who was helping him, to lose face.
Old Mai nodded: "Okay, are we going to the same place as yesterday again today?"
Wu An thought about it for a while, but he didn't really have any ideas. The sea was unfamiliar to him, so it didn't matter where he went.
At this point, the importance of an old fisherman becomes apparent.
He casually said, "Let's go take a look over there first."
As the boat approached the sluice gate, Wu An looked towards the shore.
The banks of the sluice gate were full of anglers.
Don't assume these anglers have already eaten breakfast; a large portion of them are still here. Night fishing, with the help of lights, makes it easier to catch fish than daytime fishing.
Aqing was also watching and exclaimed, "There are so many people fishing!"
Old Mai chimed in, "There are quite a few people who fish at sea, and many charter boats to go sea fishing."
“There are even people who specialize in this business.”
Aqing listened with great interest.
Wu An knew that making money this way was hard-earned, barely enough to support his family.
Unless you move to the high end, such as taking people on large fishing boats to deep-sea fishing.
Or luxury fishing boats, making money off the wealthy.
He didn't plan to take people fishing, but he thought of another similar industry.
Fish rafts at sea.
This involves contracting sea areas for fishing from fish rafts. The cost of the fishing spots is secondary; the main purpose is to develop ancillary businesses.
Once on the fish raft, the anglers need to spend money on food, drink, and even relieve themselves.
This is the real money.
This model requires the formation of a tourism scale, a certain flow of people, and most importantly, the provision of numerous job opportunities.
Why does he know so much?
Because this fish raft business is itself one of the future industries of the village.
Wu An felt he could find a way to make it happen, so he could earn money and also help his father gain support in the village.
This should be done sooner rather than later; we can start now.
Putting everything else aside, we can contract out the sea area first.
He plans to get back to work on this matter as soon as he gets back. It shouldn't cost too much money; he should have enough cash on hand. If he can't get 30,000 yuan, he'll pay in installments.
Let's book a 20-year lease first.
As Wu An pondered, the fishing boats gradually moved away from the sluice gate, until finally, the coastline became a line.
Unbeknownst to him, many anglers were watching him, and some of his acquaintances were whispering among themselves, "Whose fishing boat is that?"
"He looks like Guang Liangjun, that gambling addict."
"I heard he sold his boat."
"Oh, really?"
"Setting out to sea at this hour, the person who bought the boat is a lazy bum."
"Exactly, it's like eating shit before it's even hot, a waste of fuel money to go out to sea."
Listening to everyone's sarcastic comments, Lin Hu had a thoughtful expression on his face. So... this ship was bought by Wu An?
Lin Hu stared intently at the red and green fishing boat, his eyes unblinking.
"Hey buddy, buddy..."
Hearing the shouts, Lin Hu came to his senses and turned to look at the fisherman next door.
The angler pointed to the water and said, "We've got a fish!"
Lin Hu realized what was happening and quickly lifted the rod, but the fish got away. He didn't know if he lifted the rod too late or if the fish simply wasn't biting properly.
"Damn it, it's all Wu An's fault!"
He muttered curses under his breath.
Looking further into the distance, Wu An's fishing boat was almost invisible.
The fisherman next door joked, "Dude, stop looking. Your eyes are practically red with envy."
"Who's envious? Who's jealous?"
"Bullshit!"
"Damn it."
Lin Hu, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bristled and started cursing.
The fisherman next door was stunned for a moment. He wasn't one to back down either, and he cursed, "Damn it, I was just saying it offhand. Look how anxious you are. And you say you're not jealous?"
Several fishermen stood up; they were a group.
Lin Hu was all alone. Although he was fierce, he wasn't stupid. He knew the principle of not suffering losses in front of him, so he said he was not fishing anymore, packed up his fishing gear, and left.
As he left, he was still cursing Wu An in his heart.
But he didn't actually leave; instead, he found a more distant fishing spot and sat down to fish.
This is his job.
If you come home empty-handed, your wife will complain.
...
On the fishing boat, Wu An sneezed twice. Hearing Lao Mai call him, he quickly got up, walked to the helm, sat down, and excitedly began operating the controls.
The sea was vast and wide, with only a few fishing boats visible in the distance.
Old Mai explains.
The small boat is relatively simple to operate and not difficult, but there are a few things to pay attention to.
"Watch the waves."
"Look further ahead."
"The most important thing is to see if there is any danger. Collision or running aground at sea can be very dangerous."
This word "deadly" is not an adjective, but a declarative word.
It means exactly what it says.
Wu An nodded. Today was a good day; the weather was fine, the sea was calm, and Old Mai was right next to him. If any emergency occurred, he could handle it immediately.
Wu An took the rudder and slowly added oil.
As the fishing boat sailed out against the wind and waves, a thought struck him, and he brought up the system.
Luck value: 110
Daily luck: (55)
He plans to try adding some fuel to the fishing boat.
result.
Ordinary small fishing boats: (+10)
Description: This is just a fishing boat that can sail on the sea. You will randomly encounter schools of fish. Adding luck will increase your chances.
And then... that's it?
Wu An was taken aback, feeling that the introduction was too simple. After thinking for a moment, he realized that it was indeed just a fishing boat, not a trawler.
It's already pretty good if it increases the chances of encountering a school of fish.
Then add it!
After the luck boost, he felt that the fishing boat was much more stable than before, whether it was an illusion or not. Was there some hidden buff that was an added bonus?
Wu An muttered to himself, focusing his attention on maneuvering the fishing boat.
We soon arrived at the island we had visited the day before, and from a distance we could see a boat docked at the edge of the island.
Someone has already beaten them to it.
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