Chapter 84: The Ultimate Weapon of Men——Fishing Rod

The pretty girl saw Ye Cheng standing there like a wooden chicken, and thought her mention of sea cucumber had stunned him, she giggled twice, swung her hands behind her back, turned and bounced away, leaving a string of bell-like laughter and a large ponytail swaying behind her.

Ye Cheng smiled; what an interesting girl.

The girl went that way and didn't come back.

Ye Cheng waited until nearly ten o'clock, but only sold a few sea cucumbers.

There was no choice; he had to call Boss Qian. At this time, Boss Qian answered quickly—before Ye Cheng could speak, Boss Qian started chattering away.

"Hey bro, you haven't called me in two days—what's up? No goods lately?"

Ye Cheng briefly explained the recent situation with the fish traps; there was no way—he couldn't get through on the phone early, so he had to sell them himself.

"Holy shit! Bro, you should've said so earlier." Boss Qian slapped his thigh regretfully on the phone, "I've got plenty of customers waiting for your seafood—take it to the market to sell, and I'll be waiting to eat it here."

"How much do you have left? I'll take it all. Also, I'll keep my phone on from now on—feel free to call me anytime, and I'll come pick it up whenever."

"Alright, I'll bring it over now—today I only have sea cucumbers and one small blue dragon."

"I'll take them all, no matter how much."

Since Boss Qian was buying, Ye Cheng packed up his stuff and rode his motorcycle over.

Familiar with the route, Ye Cheng directly brought the goods to the back kitchen.

Boss Qian glanced at the items, a pleased look on his face: "All good stuff—I'll take them all.

"The small blue dragon is 400, larger sea cucumbers 100 each, smaller ones 80 each—how does that sound?"

This price is almost up to what he'd get at the vegetable market, so Ye Cheng naturally agreed.

In the end, the sea cucumbers brought in just over 4,000, and total sales for the day came to just over 10,000—not much of a haul, but he was genuinely exhausted.

He'd been both gathering at the sea and tending the fish traps.

After saying goodbye to Boss Qian, Ye Cheng rode over for brunch, since it was already nearing noon—neither early nor late.

Perhaps it was past the usual time, his appetite wasn't great.

He grabbed a quick boxed meal, then headed back to the village, not wanting to buy anything.

At 2 p. m., Ye Cheng returned to the village, gave Xiao Hu 3,000, then went back to catch some sleep.

He slept until nearly dinnertime; after waking, Ye Cheng lay in bed, lit a cigarette, and began to think.

Now he has a total of —— money, which counts as a ten‑thousand‑yuan household, except that back in 2002 such households weren't popular anymore.

The money is enough to spend, but it's a bit low—buying a house or car is still far off.

He still needs to step up his efforts.

By the way, the system hasn't opened yet today.

Luck Value: 70+20

Points: 663.

Holy crap, such a high luck value.

Ye Cheng shot up from the bed in a flash—this luck value would be utterly wasted if not used.

He had just put on his shoes and was about to rush out when his body stopped.

Wait a minute—what's the point of going out now?

Go gathering at the sea?

The villagers have all gone crazy—there are people on the beach morning and night.

He'd just had a clash with Da Liu and the others; going back to Liu Village would easily spark another fight.

Fish traps?

Heh, better not even mention it—fishing in the small river would be far more productive.

As Ye Cheng was worrying, his gaze inadvertently swept over the system, and it seemed the system shop had another new item online.

Fishing rod!

It's actually the ultimate weapon of men—a fishing rod!

Ye Cheng felt a bit excited—he could finally go fishing.

In his previous life, Ye Cheng had accompanied leaders fishing a few times, but always in ponds they stocked; some ponds required you to buy the fish you caught, and those fish were as hungry as starving ghosts.

Another kind offers a reward for the catch or lets you take the fish for free—but those fish, you could stuff bait in their mouths and they still wouldn't bite.

Anyway, Ye Cheng thought whether you could catch fish depended solely on which venue you went to, having nothing to do with skill—it was pointless.

Now, getting a fishing rod and going sea‑fishing just thinking about it makes him a little excited.

This damn thing is the ocean—surely no boss would be throwing fish feed into the sea, right?

He looked it over—the rod was marked "Primary" and noted as suitable for use along the shore or in shallow waters.

Fine, this is enough—I wouldn't dare go deep‑sea fishing even if you asked me to.

Without hesitation he exchanged for a primary fishing rod—he didn't want two, he just didn't have enough points.

A primary sea‑fishing rod costs 500 points; with his 600‑plus points he could afford only one.

Moreover, the bait also costs points—5 points per piece, usable 2–3 times, depending on luck.

Ye Cheng didn't care; he bought 20 pieces first, and would get more if needed.

After that, his points dropped to only 63—he needed to earn more points fast; this gear is for shore use, and tackling big fish would surely cost more.

Looking at the fishing rod in his hand, it was still the system‑issued, unremarkable black model—heavy in hand, obviously made of solid material.

There were also pre‑packed baits; Ye Cheng examined them, couldn't tell what they were, but they gave off a strange fragrance.

With a rod in hand, the world is mine.

Ye Cheng couldn't wait to try out this new gear.

But before testing, he needed to eat dinner; at noon he had brought a few buns from the city, he simply warmed them up, munched, and that was that.

A fishing enthusiast never complains about the environment—as long as there's a bite, whether he eats it or not doesn't matter.

After finishing dinner, Xiao Hu came over to return the fish trap.

The fish trap was taken back by him, washed a bit and then dried.

You guys, you'll have to step off the historical stage for now; we'll use you again when the opportunity arises.

"Brother, I'm heading out—I haven't slept enough yet." Xiao Hu wore a listless expression.

"What's with the leaving? Going fishing or not?" Ye Cheng pulled out his own fishing rod.

"Fishing? In the sea or the river?"

"Nonsense, of course in the sea."

"Brother, look at the sky—it'll be dark soon; you're still going to fish for a thread? Who would go out to sea?"

Xiao Hu still thought Ye Cheng was going out to sea to fish.

"Not going out to sea, we'll just fish from the shore—I'll fish, you can wander the beach and pick up some things."

Xiao Hu scratched his head, feeling a bit reluctant.

"Alright, stop thinking, you paste‑pasted brain—grab your stuff, bring your cigarettes, and come fish with me."

"Oh."

Xiao Hu answered, turned and went home to get his things.

Men are like that; sometimes they don't need to think too much—just a "Let's go?" "Going?" and that's it, absolutely saving words.

Xiao Hu also took out a fishing rod from home; anyway, since Ye Cheng was fishing, he fished too.

The two walked toward the seaside, carrying two fishing rods and a water tank, enjoying the cool sea breeze.

Originally Xiao Hu didn't want to bring the water tank; he thought fishing at this late hour would surely yield nothing.

He came out only because Ye Cheng called him.

But Ye Cheng insisted on bringing it—system bonus, still afraid of no catch?

Just don't know how much there will be.