Chapter 649: I look at you, you look at me

Wu An occasionally checks the system; the luck values of the fishing boat and trawl show a steady downward trend.

This also indicates.

There are fish, but the catch's value should be relatively limited.

This is normal.

Even with the cheat, you need a good foundation; if you haven't encountered high-value fish schools, even with the cheat you can only bring in a bit more catch than other boats.

High-value catch cannot appear out of thin air.

Besides watching the system, he also holds the binoculars to look at the other boat's situation.

Not bad.

The other side shows no movement; both sides have maintained a safe operating distance.

Actually.

He was still worried that the neighboring boat might come looking for trouble, but it seems he overthought it; the sea is public, and as long as there's no malicious encroachment on the fishing grounds, trouble generally won't be sought.

Harmony brings wealth.

This is especially true at sea.

Wu An didn't know that while he was observing the other side, the other side was also observing him.

"Captain, the other side has already started operations." In the wheelhouse, the helmsman said.

The bearded man called captain puffed on a cigarette, wearing sunglasses, looking rough, but his voice was soft and gentle: "Hmm, see that they haven't come over to our side."

The helmsman said: "He should be a sensible one."

"Being able to come here, maybe he's from the same place as us."

The bearded man nodded and said: "Then let it be."

As long as everyone stays peaceful and causes no impact, there's no need to deliberately pick trouble.

The helmsman nodded.

Time quickly came to half past eleven.

Fan Xiao Zhu had already prepared the meal; Wu An brought food to Old Fu Tou, feeling the wind and waves had lessened, and the breeze on the deck was actually quite comfortable.

He simply put the food into the food basin, came out of the restroom, and sat down in the shade under the wheelhouse to eat.

You still can't say.

The breeze is truly pleasant; the food just cooked is still hot, and the wind cools it just right when it reaches the mouth.

Although it's already near October.

The midday temperature is still not low.

In the morning one must wear a long-sleeve shirt, but at noon one has to take it off and wear a vest to work, still breaking a sweat.

One bite of vegetables, one sip of alcohol.

Still quite comfortable.

Soon.

A Qing and Mei Wu also came out, squatting in a row to eat.

A Qing saw Wu An finish a bottle of beer in a few gulps and asked: "Brother, want another?"

Wu An thought, nodded: "Get another bottle."

"If you want a drink, go get it yourself."

Everyone happily responded.

Fan Dali even jumped up: "I'll get it."

The first bottle he just grabbed, he downed it in one go; eating the meal could only be washed down with ice water, and he was already feeling awful.

With Wu An's words, he also stopped being polite.

A big basin of food, two bottles of beer down, Wu An put down his bowl and chopsticks, involuntarily let out a long belch, hurriedly stood up and shook himself.

He accidentally overate.

Others ate even more than him; Fan Xiao Zhu had made half again as much rice as usual and managed to eat it all clean, leaving nothing.

Now everyone on the boat is elderly; they know what will happen as the trawl goes down, so they naturally try to stuff as much as possible into their stomachs while they can still eat well.

It's not that they're afraid of going hungry.

Rather, being fuller now means they'll have more strength when they work later; if they can last until midnight to eat another meal, that would be even better.

A Qing voluntarily took the bowls and chopsticks to wash.

Don't look at him being Wu An's top lieutenant; on this boat he holds a position of being under one person but above five, and even Mei Wu has to step aside.

Yet he doesn't act high and mighty because of that; whenever there's work, he just does it.

Having just finished cleaning, he saw everyone already ready to haul the net, so he hurried over to help.

Wu An wasn't idle either.

He was holding the binoculars observing the other boat's net-hauling; the other side had already lifted the net bag, seeing their net bag flat, he still felt a bit complicated.

He didn't know whether it was originally like that, or because his cheat caused the other side's catch to decrease.

Because the distance was far, the binoculars couldn't clearly show the reactions of the crew on the other boat, so he couldn't make a judgment.

At this moment, the fishing boat tilted slightly and swayed.

The net bag on his boat was emerging from the water.

Looking at this, it seemed the haul was good.

A Qing waved his arms and shouted: "Brother, the net bag is bulging."

Wu An nodded with a smile.

The first net was good; if it's all catch, it's at least around two tons.

Amid Fu Yongning's sharp whistle, the crane lifted the net bag to the fish-release area; once steady, Wu An quickly walked over.

By convention, this first net is for him to pull open.

Strive for a good start.

Wu An stood ready, grabbed the rope end, and pulled hard backward with a splash; the catch tilted down, so abundant it submerged his feet.

On the deck.

Bright red.

Wu An bent down, picked one up to examine; it was a very beautiful fish, and just looking at its appearance made him think it couldn't be cheap.

Why?

Because this fish is auspicious; as long as it's not too unpalatable, it will be popular.

Fu Yongning's face lit up: "Good fellow, golden pineapples, so many golden pineapples!"

Wu An blinked: "This is also a golden pineapple?"

He had caught golden pineapples before, but they looked different; the previous ones had many patterns, while these had none. At first glance they resembled big-eyed fish, but the details showed a clear difference.

Fu Yongning nodded and said, "Right, this is also a golden pineapple."

"This fish comes in many varieties, with different colors."

Only after inquiring did Wu An learn that, strictly speaking, golden pineapple is just one variety of the beautiful fish, which has many kinds.

Each kind has a different color.

This fish is still an alien species, but it has become common in their sea area; both bottom trawling and sea fishing can yield catches.

But hauls like his, where the net comes up full of them, are still quite rare.

Anyway, Lao Fu Tou and Fu Yongning, after all these years, have never encountered such a situation before.

Wu An asked, "Isn't the price of this fish decent?"

Fu Yongning chuckled: "That's pretty good; I'd estimate six or seven hundred catties."

You know.

This is only the purchase price.

Wu An nodded in satisfaction, gave them a quick push with his hand, and hardly found any particularly small ones; basically they were just over one catty each.

Each fish sells for seventy or eighty, and bigger ones can go for over a hundred each.

In this net, besides the catch, half is seaweed and trash; the golden pineapples probably amount to only about a thousand catties at most.

Looking at it this way.

Actually, the haul is just average.

First, lower the second net.

Besides the catch, seaweed and trash are naturally unavoidable.

Throw the seaweed back into the sea, gather the trash into a corner, and finally process the catch.

Sort.

Pack into boxes.

Send to the cold storage.

Here it's bustling with activity, while over on the opposite fishing boat there's nothing but sighs.