Chapter 505: Fishing Swordfish (Happy Valentine's Day)

I don't know how long we've been fishing, Wu An yawned, looked left and right, Lao Fu Tou was still energetic, frantically pulling golden pomfret.

He kept muttering that the golden pomfret had gone crazy, it just wouldn't leave.

Wu An thought, It'll be over soon.

He had stopped giving the fishing boat a luck boost, and without the system's hard control, the school of golden pomfret should disperse soon.

A Qing and Mei Wu also showed no sign of fatigue.

When the three of them got tired, they smoked.

If one cigarette wasn't enough, they'd smoke two.

Wu An was weary.

Even drinking tea didn't help.

Mainly, the golden pomfret isn't like the ghost head knife fish; the feel of pulling the fish is very satisfying, and when he reeled in a golden pomfret, he felt more like a tool.

Not tiring.

And boring.

It's just that the golden pomfret is still worth some money; otherwise he would have rested and slept long ago.

The horizon was already whitening.

He kept hooking fish, and he hadn't had a chance to check the time.

Seeing that the fishing rod still had one point of luck value left, although he wasn't obsessive, he still intended to use up that last point before resting.

He cast the rod.

Ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifty meters.

Two hundred meters.

Perhaps because the luck value was low, after casting out nearly three hundred meters, there was still no movement at all.

Suddenly a great force surged.

Wu An happened to be yawning; if not for his quick reflexes, the fishing rod would have flown straight into the sea.

"Holy shit, what the hell is this?"

Wu An gripped the fishing rod tightly, and his whole body instantly sobered up.

Lao Fu Tou, who was closer, saw Wu An straining with his whole body and asked, "What's wrong? Did you hook a big fish?"

Wu An, while exerting force, said, "It's harder than when we hooked the ghost head knife fish earlier."

"I feel like I'm about to be dragged into the sea."

"Lao Fu, can you come help me?"

Lao Fu Tou had just cast his bait, answered with an acknowledgment, and the next moment his whole body lurched, he stumbled and hit the boat's side, shouting in shock and delight, "I've hooked one too!"

"A Qing, A Wu, you two pay attention as well."

"I guess a big fish was drawn in by the golden pomfret school to feed, and ended up snagging our hooks."

"Hahaha."

Having said that, he couldn't help bursting into laughter.

A Qing and Mei Wu, seeing this, also became very excited.

They couldn't wait to pull up the golden pomfret they'd caught, and after dealing with it, they were eager to cast their rods again.

The result.

The two waited a long time, not to mention a big fish—they didn't even catch a golden pomfret.

A Qing muttered, "Could it be that the golden pomfret knows I've 'shifted my affection' and is ignoring me?"

Mei Wu was also anxious, constantly reeling in and letting out line.

At that moment, Wu An's shout came from nearby: "A Qing, A Wu Ge, if you haven't hooked anything, come help me first."

A Qing dropped his fishing rod and ran over.

"Brother, let me take over."

"Fine, you grab it."

Wu An handed the fishing rod to A Qing.

At first.

A Qing was still putting up a fight, but soon, in the tug-of-war with the big fish, he lost ground, turned his head to look at Wu An, still rubbing his arm, and could only grit his teeth to endure.

Mei Wu walked over, eyes burning: "A Qing, let me try too."

A Qing exclaimed delightedly: "Really? Then go ahead and try."

Mei Wu: "Then I won't be polite."

The sensation of pulling the huge object was exhilarating; he got a little addicted, but after just a few minutes he understood why A Qing had so readily let him have it.

Just what on earth did we hook? The force is enormous.

Tug-of-war is fun, huh.

But if you keep exerting force pulling for several minutes, see if it's still fun.

This is more exhausting than tug-of-war.

Wu An saw Mei Wu's arms trembling and said, "Give it to me."

Mei Wu nodded with difficulty.

After handing it to Wu An, he turned his head to look at Lao Fu Tou.

Lao Fu Tou, from prolonged exertion, had a face flushed red and purple, with veins clearly visible.

Mei Wu asked anxiously, "A Fu Ye, can you do it?"

Lao Fu Tou hummed, "What kind of question is that?"

Who are you asking if they can or cannot?

Whether I can or not, I must be able to.

A Qing, after resting a while, said, "Lao Fu, let me do it for you."

Lao Fu Tou hummed again and shook his head in refusal.

Young people are just young people.

Too inexperienced.

They don't understand the technique.

How can you just brute‑force it? Look at how exhausted you become.

We have to learn from him.

Back and forth, with a balance of tension and release, it's less likely to surrender.

Mei Wu worried, "A Fu Ye, you're already so old, don't overexert yourself."

Lao Fu Tou hadn't intended to pay them any mind, but the words irritated him, and he shouted at Wu An, "A An, watch the pulling, don't clash head‑on with the fish."

"Master the rhythm, and you won't get so tired."

"Watch me."

Wu An turned his head and watched for a moment, actually seeing a hint of the method, and suddenly realized, "I'll give it a try."

You don't say.

Jiang is still sharp with age.

He lets go and pulls back alternately, outputting with rhythm, and instantly feels much lighter.

A Qing and Mei Wu also wanted to try.

He decisively refused.

The fish he caught, he must pull up himself.

Mei Wu watched A Qing adjust the light while searching for the fish, and with a curious face said, "What kind of fish is this? It doesn't feel as strong as the two ghosthead knives just now."

At that moment.

Wu An's caught fish had already been pulled in; the light shone on it just as the fish leapt out of the sea to splash its gills. Under the light, the fish seemed to glint with a steel sheen, its massive body soaring high, then crashing down heavily, the spray of waves splashing and a huge roar echoing.

A Qing was stunned, eyes wide with shock.

Mei Wu muttered, "It looks like a Swordfish."

"It has a very long nose."

Lao Fu Tou also saw it and shouted, "If it's not a Swordfish, it's a Sailfish. A An, you three be careful; this thing is very dangerous. I… my friend was once pierced by it."

Wu An nodded, and Lao Fu Tou's expression was solemn.

The fish churned on the sea surface, already like post‑autumn locusts, constantly approaching the fishing boat.

Wu An and the others faced it as if confronting a great enemy, prepared for the fish's death‑strike counterattack. Fortunately, no danger materialized, and they smoothly pulled the Swordfish up.

Lao Fu Tou glanced, nodded, and said, "It's a Swordfish."

"It looks to weigh at least two hundred jin."

"Luckily, luckily it didn't counter‑strike when dying, otherwise our fishing boat would have been smashed beyond repair."

Wu An was startled and asked, "Is it really that dangerous?"

Lao Fu Tou said, "You like surfing the net, right? When you have time, look it up and you'll see whether I'm exaggerating."

Wu An, relieved that he could reel in this Swordfish, thought it was thanks to Luck Value, and without further thought asked, "Since it's so tricky, it must be pricey, right? Which is better, this or a Sailfish?"

Lao Fu Tou replied, "Expensive, both are expensive."

"Compared to the other, the Swordfish is a bit cheaper."

"In any case, it's over a hundred per jin."

Wu An nodded with satisfaction; that one costs around ten thousand bucks, not bad, and the effort wasn't wasted.

Lao Fu Tou let Mei Wu take over.

He set it aside, gave the Swordfish a quick bleed, and after processing it, together with A Qing, put the Swordfish into the storage.

Wait for them to come back.

Mei Wu had already pulled the Swordfish to the side of the fishing boat; Wu An stepped in to help, and the two quickly got the Swordfish aboard.

Lao Fu Tou was astonished; could it be that this Swordfish school was relatively docile?

He called out, "I'll handle it."

"You all hurry and fish again."

"Catch a few more and bring them up; this trip out to sea will earn us quite a sum."