I Can Fish Up Everything!

The anglers in the group chat were showing off their daily catches, some posting six- or seven-pound black carp, others bighead carp too big to hold with one arm.

One went so far as to post a handful of snails—an angler’s gotta bring *something* home.

A whole bunch of them were shooting the breeze around dinnertime, even posting a picture of some poor guy who slipped and fell outside a supermarket while carrying his fish.

But then, a photo of a handsome bastard posing with his "one true love" sent the whole group of anglers into an uproar.

Pole-Fishing Bro: "Holy crap, that thing’s so colorful it’s gotta be poisonous. Bro, hurry and bring it over, I’ll test the ’poison’ for you."

Shore-Jigging Pro: "If you wanna mooch, just say it. Your scheming is so loud, King Yama sitting across from me can hear it."

Fishing Newbie: "Lmao, awesome! Is the pro chatting with King Yama again? Did you call 911? Should I come over and fish you out of the water first?"

Wang Junhe, who was at home massaging his wife’s shoulders, heard the commotion in the group chat. He took one look, then promptly planted his palm on his wife’s face and shoved her to one side.

"Bro, you left a bottle of Feitian Maotai on my boat. I was going to bring it to you tomorrow, but I happen to be free right now. Where are you? I’ll bring it over right now."

The angler who’d bought the knifejaw from Gu Nan last time recognized the familiar seascape in the background. An idea struck him. "Bro, my wife needs a fish for dinner, and you’ve got one right there. Why don’t you deliver it to her? I’ll head over and hold your spot for you, I promise no one will take it."

Good grief, this group was full of real characters, every one of them a smooth talker with a slick plan.

’The Maotai can wait until tomorrow, of course. But a man’s wife needing a fish for dinner? That’s an emergency. I’d better hurry and deliver it.’

Of course, Gu Nan was just getting a kick out of it.

He even sent a message saying that anyone interested in the grouper could come check it out at his seafood shop tomorrow.

Seeing that people were actually asking, he went ahead and posted the address and the name of his shop.

In truth, some people had already figured out Gu Nan’s approximate location from the photo’s background. Yangjiang Port wasn’t that big, and there was only one cross-sea bridge of its kind.

At least two-thirds of the anglers in the group had fished there before. The main reason they didn’t come often was the inconvenience of traveling there and back without a boat.

If you paid for a ride and then had an emergency and had to leave, it would be a huge waste of money.

And those who owned boats couldn’t be bothered to come either; they’d rather just head for the reef islands, where the fishing was better.

Afterward, Gu Nan also sent the photo to He Qiang. The man was likely very pleased with this return gift, as he didn’t reply for a long time.

He figured the boat owner would be by to deliver his takeout soon. Stopping his fishing was out of the question, so he first closed the map of the Fengqi Coast.

This was to avoid a situation where he hooked a fish right as the man arrived—a fish that couldn’t possibly be found in the local waters.

A little after five o’clock, the boat owner motored over and delivered his takeout.

It was a serving of fried rice and a bottle of soda. Gu Nan wasn’t about to get picky when someone else was treating.

After eating, he was only about half-full. He’d just have a late-night snack when he got back.

He rested for a bit, then remembered he wasn’t going to the shop tomorrow. He sent a message to Yi Chen, telling her he would be dropping off a batch of fish at the shop tonight and that she should check the notebook tomorrow.

He also transferred forty yuan to her for her meals tomorrow.

He went back to fishing. His luck was pretty good; he caught three black porgies, one Yellowfin Gidai, and a number of rockfish.

Time slowly ticked by to six-thirty. The sky had grown completely dark, so Gu Nan reopened the Fengqi Coast map.

The bite at night was indeed much better than in the afternoon. Gu Nan stuck with using a small crankbait to target mid-water species.

For one, the fish wouldn’t be too large, which made them easier to sell at the shop. For another, it was also more efficient.

Catching a monster was a thrill, and landing it was even better, but unfortunately, he didn’t have many wealthy customers at the moment. If he caught too many huge fish, they’d be hard to sell.

He was just thinking this when, in the next instant, his rod bent down sharply. Caught off guard, Gu Nan was yanked forward.

"Fuuuuuck—"

"ZIIIIING—"

Coming to his senses, Gu Nan quickly steadied himself, gripped the rod, and gave it a hard jerk upwards, successfully setting the hook.

The rod bent to an even more exaggerated degree, but he had barely lifted it before the fish yanked it down again.

The tip of the rod was now almost touching the water. As the angle decreased, the rod actually straightened out significantly.

This was not a good sign. Gu Nan gripped the rod with both hands, gritted his teeth, and strained to lift it back up.

He may have wanted to catch smaller fish, but now that he’d hooked a monster, any self-respecting angler would fight like hell to bring it in. That was non-negotiable.

Gu Nan strained to hold the rod, having now somewhat adapted to the fish’s power.

’It’s massive, but still a far cry from a BOSS. It actually feels a bit like that forty-pound long-jawed trevally that got away before.’

’If it’s really that big, that would be great. It could sell for several thousand yuan!’

He had kept a little drag on the reel, not locking it down completely. After a stalemate with the fish that lasted several minutes, Gu Nan eased up slightly, allowing the fish to run a little.

Trying to just muscle it in was too exhausting. The last long-jawed trevally had gotten away before the fight even really started, so he had no idea that a forty-pound fish could be this much work.

But Gu Nan didn’t let the fish run too far; it would only be more exhausting to reel it in from a distance.

The line began to seesaw erratically from side to side, and the rod groaned nonstop, looking as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

He lost track of how long it had been. Gu Nan was drenched in sweat from the fight, but thankfully, he finally felt the pulling force weaken. The fish was getting tired.

He engaged his core, lifting the rod up over his head, then rapidly cranked the handle to take in the line.

As he reeled, the rod slowly lowered, and then he heaved it back over his head again. He repeated this motion three times.

After the third pump, the fish recovered some of its strength and started taking line again.

But its strength was much less than at the beginning; its burst of energy only lasted two minutes before it gave out.

Gu Nan freed up his right hand, which he had been using to support the rod, and continued to reel.

A massive, Meter Level fish appeared before his eyes. It was still swimming a meter or two beneath the surface, not yet fully pulled up.

The fish looked nothing like a long-jawed trevally. Instead, it looked like a Sea Bass.

’A Meter Level Sea Bass?’

’Those things can sell for a hundred yuan a jin! Could my luck really be this good? Catching something this huge right by the bridge pier?’

But there was no use thinking about all that. A fish didn’t count as yours until it was in the tank.

Gu Nan could only lift his rod and continue to wear it down.

It was difficult to land a monster like this until its stamina was completely drained, and the risk of it escaping was high.

So he didn’t rush to land it, instead continuing to wear it out. He waited until the fish could no longer control its body and was lying on its side in the water. Only then did he reel it in, revealing the great fish’s true form.

Its sleek, silver-white body glittered beautifully under the light. From the features of its head, he could tell it was a fish from the croaker family.

It looked a lot like a large yellow croaker, but they weren’t silver-white at night. Only in direct sunlight did a large yellow croaker appear silvery, and even then, Gu Nan wouldn’t have mistaken it.

A Meter Level large yellow croaker? That had to be some angler’s idea of a sick joke.

Gu Nan grabbed the landing net, expertly slipped it under the great fish’s head, and scooped it up.

The fish was huge, at least 1.2 or 1.3 meters long. The landing net couldn’t contain it; a full third of its body was hanging out.

Thankfully, the net was sturdy enough. The fish struggled a couple of times but didn’t break free.

That was the benefit of tiring the fish out completely—it had no strength left to struggle.