Chapter 140: Public Execution Announced in the Group

Wu An walked over and said, "Qiang Ge, Lao Mai, if you really want to go night fishing, I'll go with you."

Gao Qiangqi showed a look of joy.

During this period, he had been busy with business day and night, which had worn him out considerably.

Today he had drunk some wine and felt like going, but Lao Mai wasn't very keen, saying the fish weren't biting at the Zhen Dong Shuizha.

Lao Fang also chimed in: "Today, hardly any fishing folk have come over here to sell fish."

"The two who did come were just here to buy fish."

Hearing this, everyone laughed along, saying, "It's not easy for fishing folk—working hard all day and still catching nothing, then getting scolded at home, so they can only buy fish to make up the numbers."

They were chatting like that, and Gao Qiangqi had already given up on the idea of night fishing, but then Wu An came over and said he'd like to join them, whereupon Lao Mai immediately changed his tone: "What are we waiting for? Let's go quickly."

Gao Qiangqi and Lao Fang also rose to their feet, knowing that Wu An had good luck—if others couldn't catch fish, Wu An might still manage.

Wu An followed them out.

Qin Zong watched them leave, exchanged a couple of greetings, and Gao Qiangqi greeted him to come along fishing.

Qin Zong shook his head and said, "I advise you not to go."

"The fishing group's chat has exploded—people are saying the fish have collectively disappeared at Zhen Dong Shuizha today."

"Two fishing folk got so anxious they even called the police, demanding the cops find the fish."

"Better to head home early, wash up, and sleep."

Wu An looked at Lao Mai and Gao Qiangqi.

Gao Qiangqi said, "No big deal—just treat it as a fun outing."

"It's also fun to fish together with the brothers."

"We'll set up a little barbecue on the road, eat and drink while we fish."

Lao Mai shook his head and hurriedly said, "Don't."

"I'm telling you, doing that would be pointless."

"When the fish bite on the linked rod, you won't have time to eat or drink—you won't even get a chance to smoke."

At that point someone said, "Just have a smoke and then drop the lower rod—it won't take long."

Anyone asking that is clearly not a fishing folk.

Qin Zong laughed: "Really or not?"

"And still get a hit on the linked rod?"

"If you say it's possible usually, today? Hehe..."

Gao Qiangqi patted Wu An's shoulder and asked, "A An, can you let the old brother have a good time today?"

Lao Fang also leaned in, staring at him eagerly.

These folks, usually busy with the aquatic products trade, have no other hobbies—they just like fishing.

Their addiction isn't small either.

Otherwise, how could Gao Qiangqi and Lao Mai, two seemingly unrelated people, become friends?

It's precisely because they bonded over fishing.

The same goes for Wu An.

Why can these people eat and drink together? Simply put, it's because they share a common hobby.

Wu An looked at the two greasy middle-aged men on his left and right, felt a bit creeped out, stepped back half a step, and said, "I'll do my best."

"Let you experience how great it is to hook a fish on the linked rod."

Lao Fang gave a meaningful look: "A An, the old brother is easy to please."

"……" Wu An decided to stay away from this guy later, as far as possible.

Everyone laughed.

Everyone went out.

Driving Lao Mai's car, the fishing gear was complete and always on hand; as Lao Mai would say, the car is equipped so you can fish wherever you go.

When they passed a barbecue stall, Gao Qiangqi got out and ordered a bunch of stuff; a few masters grilled it together, and it was done in ten or so minutes, while Lao Fang went to the neighboring supermarket and moved a case of chilled beer.

Seeing how practiced they were, it was clear they'd done this many times before.

Wu An watched, and the smile on his face was somewhat complex.

Three or five friends, barbecue and drinks, planning to fish—this is the kind of life men in their thirties and forties dream of.

In his previous life.

In that life he drifted in the city, alone, with no relatives or friends; when he wanted to have a little drink at night, he opened his phone and actually didn't know who to contact.

Now.

It's different.

The life he once dreamed of, he is now living it.

They drove all the way toward Zhen Dong Shuizha, and from time to time they could see dispirited fishing folk leaving.

"Looks like the fish aren't biting at all today."

"Yeah."

"But I still see quite a few people."

"Some leave, some come—there's always someone unwilling to accept defeat, like us."

"Haha, that makes sense."

Lao Mai parked the car, and the four of them walked off with big and small bags; such a sizable group attracted the attention of many fishing folk.

"This will do."

"There's too much stuff; we won't go far."

"There aren't many anglers around here, it's quite suitable."

Gao Qiangqi and Elder Fang were talking, then turned their heads toward Wu An.

Wu An naturally had no objection.

He also didn't have any clairvoyance or sensing ability; who knows where the fish bites are good.

Whatever.

Anyway, Luck Value has the effect of gathering fish, as long as it doesn't just attract a swarm of small fish.

Actually, small fish don't matter; it's just fishing for fun, not tiring.

Just as the few of them finished packing, Elder Fang suddenly shouted, "Qin Zong said someone secretly photographed us and posted it in the group."

"What?"

"What did they secretly photograph?"

"They said the few of us are clowns, not here to fish but to make jokes."

"Damn it, this guy's sick, there's no grievance at all."

Wu An walked over to Lao Mai's side, opened the photo, and from the shooting angle it showed that the place now had no one.

The account that posted the photo in the group was called "Downhill Tiger"; although no people were seen and there was no evidence, Wu An guessed it was probably Lin Hu's grandson.

If we don't catch any fish, we'd truly become clowns and be publicly punished.

His remarks even sparked some anglers to respond, accusing them of showing off, opening champagne halfway even before catching any fish.

Bringing barbecue to fish—who's disgusted by that?

Someone else even bet in the group that they wouldn't catch a single fish; anyway, all sorts of talk were there.

It's in the group, everyone is letting loose, not afraid of offending anyone.

Gao Qiangqi and the others were so angry they laughed, saw Wu An staying silent, and asked, "A An, what do you think?"

"My opinion doesn't matter," Wu An said, casting his line and bait, "Only after catching a fish do you have a say."

He added 5 points to himself, Lao Mai and Gao Qiangqi each added 5 points, and gave Elder Fang 3 points as a token.

Whether near or far, close or distant, one still has to distinguish clearly.

The three followed with the Lower Rod Technique.

After 1 minute and 1 second passed, Lao Mai's smile gradually stiffened; he didn't hook a fish as quickly as before.

Wu An also let out a silent sigh.

Today's fish bites were really poor; even the small fish weren't active, and he had no other choice but to wait.

Gao Qiangqi and Elder Fang showed no reaction; fishing is like that, there's no way a fish bite appears right after the Lower Rod Technique.

They waited about 5 minutes.

Wu An's Fishing Rod finally, finally moved; pulling it up, he saw a Sea Bass weighing about half a jin.

Wu An was a bit disappointed; after waiting so long, it turned out to be such a small fish. It seemed the fish had gathered, but it might have been a small fish swarm.

Not long after.

Lao Mai and the other two also successively hooked fish; although the fish weren't large, they were quite happy. They are serious anglers who enjoy the process.

Gradually, the fish got bigger and bigger.