Chapter 519: If the net won

After Wu An finished distributing the fishing gear, he saw one left over and called, "Wang Jingli, do you want to join in as well?"

Wang Jingli shook his head and laughed, "I'll sit this one out."

I'm not the shipbuilder.

But I've never fished, and with this build I can't even swing it.

After speaking, he patted his big belly.

Wu An nodded, so he didn't press the matter.

Given his and Wang Jingli's statuses, he had no need to overly attend to Wang Jingli's feelings; later when everyone caught fish, the turned‑down Wang Jingli would regret it, and that would be his own choice.

On the contrary, Wang Jingli, when dealing with him, had to handle the social niceties properly.

Who made him the client side.

Just then Uncle Li walked over, and he handed the rod over.

Uncle Li took it and said, "Alright, I've been busy these years, haven't fished for many years."

How does it work?

Oh, I see, got it, got it.

Wu An explained a bit where the bait should be attached; Free-flow Fishing is relatively simple—just toss the bait out, let it drift with the current, and it will attract fish to bite.

Some of the techniques aren't needed right now.

Anyway, there's a hook.

When Uncle Li tossed the bait, Wu An moved to a suitable spot and threw the bait‑attached hook into the water.

Elder Lao Fu Tou slightly reduced the boat's speed.

But even so, it was still much faster than normal Free-flow Fishing.

Wang Jingli stood beside Wu An and asked, "A An, will this catch fish?"

Before Wu An could reply, A Qing boasted, "Manager Wang, the way you ask… we just went out to sea the day before yesterday, and this Free-flow Fishing brought up a lot of swordfish. You know swordfish, the ones with long snouts that can stab a person to death."

Wang Jingli hurriedly nodded, his mind murmuring, "Is it true? Did we really catch swordfish?"

I don't believe you…

The next moment, he saw Wu An's rod tip dip; damn, a fish that fast—it's like seeing a ghost!

Wu An was also surprised.

It had only been cast forty or fifty meters.

The fish shouldn't be big.

He could easily reel it in with one hand.

The next moment, Uncle Li's panicked voice rang in his ear, "A An, I can't hold it, what should I do?"

Wu An turned his head to look.

He helped Uncle Li adjust the release force, instructed him how to tug with the fish, gave him a pull, and found it manageable, though certainly larger than the fish he caught.

He scanned the scene.

Everyone had caught fish.

Wang Jingli looked like a man who saw a ghost; if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes on the boat, he would have suspected Wu An and the others of cheating, that someone in the sea was attaching catches to their hooks!

Otherwise, how could the catches spread like an infection, one after another?

Fu Yongning, while reeling in, muttered, "Damn, how can we catch fish like this? The fish conditions are this good—it's unscientific. I have the nickname 'Air Force One', how can we catch fish so quickly?"

He hadn't intended to fish, but seeing everyone else doing so, worried he'd be left out and Wu An would give him a hard time, he half‑heartedly cast a line; after just over a hundred meters, a fish suddenly bit.

He was still dazed, and as the dopamine from the catch kicked in, he gradually came to his senses.

Then came ecstatic pulling.

Soon, a large Black Bream was hauled up; because it was Free-flow Fishing, the fish didn't die instantly from pressure change, but remained lively and jumping.

Fu Yongning burst into a grin, quickly grabbed the fish, snapped a photo with his phone, intending to post it to the group later, so the 'Air Force One' nickname could be dropped.

After taking the photo, he hurriedly fetched several water buckets, filled them with seawater, tossed the Black Bream into one bucket, and wrote names on the buckets—including A Qing's and others—helping each other label them.

That way, everyone could tell whose fish was whose.

Wu An nodded inwardly; Fu Yongning truly lived up to being Elder Lao Fu's nephew—capable, careful, and steady.

Soon.

The fish was pulled to the side of the boat.

Wu An had expected, like everyone else, to pull up a Black Bream, but instead, on the sea surface it was brightly colored, small, and leapt straight onto the deck.

He picked it up, looked, thought it resembled a Qingyi (Blue-clad fish) (Blue-clad fish), showed it to Fu Yongning, who nodded, "It's a Qingyi (Blue-clad fish) (Blue-clad fish). Look at its mouth—full of fang‑like teeth, pretty ugly, huh."

Wu An had only heard of Qingyi (Blue-clad fish) (Blue-clad fish) fish and this was his first catch; indeed the reputation was deserved—aside from its mouth, it was quite beautiful. He weighed it and said, "Is this one a bit small?"

Fu Yongning nodded.

Wu An didn't hesitate, casually tossed the Qingyu (Green fish) (Green fish) back into the sea.

Fu Yongning was startled, "Why did you throw it away?"

Wu An replied casually, "Keeping something this small is pointless; I have no time to raise it, better let it go back to find its elders, and I'll catch bigger ones."

Fu Yongning: "…Heh, you're really humorous."

Wu An continued fishing.

Soon he caught a fish.

It felt pretty good; the fish shouldn't be small.

When he hauled it up, wow, another Qingyi (Blue-clad fish) (Blue-clad fish), and this one was much larger than the previous, enough for a hearty dish.

Everyone else was the same.

Linked Rod Technique caught a fish.

The fishing conditions are great today.

But my brother's luck is even better; the fish he hauled up are really beautiful.

Damn, another Qingyi (Blue-clad fish) (Blue-clad fish) came up.

Hah, I only hauled up a Sea Bass weighing about ten jin.

Listening to the shouts rising and falling around, Wang Jingli almost wanted to slap himself twice, because even the cheapest Sea Bass can be sold for a hundred or two hundred yuan per fish.

Even if we keep them for ourselves to eat, that's still good.

Wu An boosted the fishing boat with some Luck Value, hard‑controlling the fish schools to follow the boat; after a frantic hour of pulling, the fish bites gradually faded, and everyone had a pretty good haul.

We won't even mention the usual Black Bream or Sea Bass; we hauled up several Qingyi (Blue-clad fish) (Blue-clad fish), and A Qing and Mei Wu both landed catches.

Fu Yongning put away his Fishing Rod, helped clean up and organize, then tallied the catch and reported to Wu An: "Boss, in this hour we hauled up over sixty fish."

"One fish per minute."

"Conservatively, we could sell them for five to six thousand yuan."

Wu An was chatting idly with Lao Fu Tou in the Control Room when he heard Fu Yongning's words, was slightly taken aback, and said, "Alright, the haul is still pretty good."

"Ask everyone whether they want to handle their own share, or should I coordinate and sell everything together and then split the money?"

Fu Yongning: "Really split?"

Wu An took a sip of tea and laughed, "What's up? You're still not willing? Don't pretend to be modest with me; I'll take it seriously."

Fu Yongning scratched his head, "Boss, if you put it that way, I won't be polite."

"I'll go take care of things first."

After saying that, he turned and left the Control Room with a light step, doing a quick calculation: the total catch he hauled could fetch a few thousand yuan.