Wu An had originally planned to take a break.
But if you encounter a swordfish, what's the point of taking a break?
A swordfish can fetch at least ten thousand yuan. The first swordfish he caught could sell for at least twenty thousand yuan. If he didn't make that money, even God would be upset.
Fishing!
Fish as much as you can, as long as you don't kill them.
Wu An's hard work not only earns him money, but also increases his luck value cap according to the system, which brings many benefits.
Thinking this, Wu An quickly cast his line.
Ah Qing and Mei Wu's fishing rods were also boosted with luck, and the fishing boat also gave them some luck, allowing them to continue to control the golden pomfret school and attract swordfish schools nearby.
The bait used was a golden pomfret cut in half.
With the added bonus of luck, you won't have to worry about not attracting swordfish.
After Old Fu finished dealing with the second swordfish, he came to the side of the boat and saw that all three of them had already caught fish. Judging from their struggle, they had obviously caught big fish.
He warned, "Be careful."
If you were to get poked by that fish's mouth, you'd be chilled to the bone and your soul would fly away.
Old Fu was about to cast his line when he heard Wu An shout, "Old Fu, don't cast your line. These swordfish are too hard to catch."
"You'll replace us later."
"By taking turns like this, everyone...everyone has a break."
It was incredibly difficult for one person to pull up a swordfish weighing over a hundred pounds. Fortunately, Wu An learned quickly and mastered some techniques.
Aqing and Meiwu were almost exhausted, their bodies feeling like they'd just taken a bath.
The sky was shining.
It was already morning.
The sweat was already stinging my eyes, and then the sunlight hit them, making it an incredibly unpleasant experience.
Aqing was the first to soften up, and Old Fu quickly took notice, proving that old age can indeed make one more resilient.
After Aqing came down, she drank a large glass of water and then poured some for everyone and placed it next to them so that they could drink it directly after they came down.
He smoked, his arm trembling uncontrollably.
He asked, "Brother, let me take your place."
Wu An shook his head.
It's not time for him to surrender yet.
He felt he had mastered some kind of trick; when he felt tired, he would move around a little, change his posture, and he would immediately feel much better.
The feeling wasn't as strong anymore, so I continued outputting.
He felt he could scoop the fish up in one go.
Take a moment to check your luck score.
He discovered that every time the swordfish launched an attack and struggled violently, its luck value would decrease, and no matter how much the swordfish struggled, it was all in vain to leap out of the sea to wash its gills.
In the face of cheating, all fish are equal.
As expected.
Three more swordfish were pulled up, and none of them attacked the fishing boat or the crew when they felt they had no hope of escape. After bringing the swordfish ashore, Old Fu praised them for being well-behaved.
certainly.
They didn't hold back at all.
With a swift movement, the knife fell.
bloodletting.
The swordfish was handled very clearly.
Wu An and the other two leaned against the side of the boat, watching silently.
Aqing and Meiwu could still smoke, which didn't help with their physical recovery, but it did provide some psychological comfort. Wu An, on the other hand, could only chug water down his throat.
He drank half of it, then poured it over his head.
Cool.
He asked, "Ah Qing, Ah Wu, are you still fishing?"
The two shouted in unison, "Let's fish!"
Wu An nodded: "Okay, wait until you guys finish your cigarettes."
I rested for about ten minutes.
Add bait again.
Wu An made a decision: once he catches another batch of swordfish, he will resolutely refuse to add any luck bonuses.
After working all night, my body is exhausted.
Another half hour passed, and the three swordfish were pulled up by working together. Old Fu was in charge of processing them. After that, he noticed that Wu An and the other two had no intention of casting their lines again.
He smiled and cast his fishing rod again.
Two shots in a row.
There was no movement.
Old Fu didn't believe in superstitions, so he asked Aqing and Meiwu to come and get the fishing rods. He picked up Wu An's fishing rod, cast a bait, and cast it more than 400 meters. Suddenly the fishing line tightened and the rod tip sank.
We've caught a fish!
Old Fu shouted excitedly, "Another one!"
Aqing and Meiwu looked at the motionless fishing rods in their hands, smiled, and breathed a silent sigh of relief. Aqing even muttered to herself, "Thank goodness we didn't catch anything."
Old Fu was already at his limit, and it took four people taking turns to finally pull the swordfish up with great difficulty. When the swordfish got close to the fishing boat, its luck points were exhausted. Wu An didn't have time to replenish them, and then he saw the swordfish, which had seemed to be doing nothing, suddenly exert its strength.
Old Fu had been watching closely, and upon seeing it, he exclaimed, "Ah An!"
at the same time.
He darted forward, grabbed Wu An's shoulder, pulled him to the side, and at the same time pressed Wu An's head down with his other hand.
The swordfish leaped suddenly, shooting straight at the fishing boat like an arrow.
With a "whoosh," it rushed onto the deck, startling Aqing and Meiwu, who dodged to the side.
The swordfish landed on the deck and was still thrashing about.
Old Fu rushed over and used his body to pin the swordfish down.
Wu An followed closely behind to help.
Aqing and Meiwu also wanted to come over, but the swordfish was still thrashing about, facing them, its arrow-like mouth darting left and right, preventing them from getting close.
But it didn't last long.
The swordfish then fell silent.
Old Fu and Wu An looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Aqing and Meiwu walked over, both looking terrified, and said in unison, "That was too scary!"
Old Fu wiped the sweat from his face; half of it was from the heat, and the other half from being scared. Wu An laughed and said, "You know what, fishing for this thing is really exciting."
Using cheat codes is pretty good.
But the user experience isn't as strong.
Only when luck is gone can you experience the ultimate joy of fishing.
Wu An asked, "Old Fu, are you still fishing?"
Old Fu shook his head like a rattle drum and said, "What's the point of fishing?"
"Staying alive is the most important thing."
"Nine swordfish, back at the dock to unload, are sure to cause a sensation."
Wu An burst into laughter.
Old Fu can be quite interesting sometimes.
He's the kind of person who's like a child at heart.
Aqing lit three cigarettes and handed them to Lao Futou and Mei Wu. The three of them puffed away, enjoying their "after-fun cigarettes."
Wu An no longer has a smoking addiction, but just looking at it makes his mouth feel a little uncomfortable.
Even if you're not addicted to cigarettes, seeing others smoking makes you want to try it yourself.
Old Fu was a heavy smoker; he finished half a cigarette in just a few puffs, then started processing the swordfish with the cigarette still dangling from his mouth.
Old Fu said, "This last one is the biggest, it must weigh over two hundred pounds."
"Look how fat it is."
"It will definitely fetch a good price."
Ah Qing also said, "It still has to be my brother's fishing rod. My and Ah Wu's rods still haven't caught anything."
Mei Wu nodded in deep agreement.
Wu An was quite pleased with A Qing's flattery; although it was just fishing all night, the catch was quite substantial.
I won't go into detail about the golden pomfret.
Even if each of these nine swordfish is only 100 yuan per kilogram, the nine swordfish together weigh at least 1,500 kilograms, so the guaranteed income is at least 150,000 yuan.
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