Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King

Chapter 864 - 578: The Battle for the Fishing Spot

The fish in the net had completely lost its strength, and aside from its mouth opening and closing non-stop, its body had basically stopped struggling.

Zhang Yang lifted the net handle and drew the fish out of the water vertically. Then he rolled the towel into a tube wrapping it around the rear of the fish’s gill cover, grasped the two ends of the towel with his right hand, and supported the fish’s belly with his left hand, exerted force and lifted the fish up.

A wild bighead carp weighing over twenty pounds from the reservoir, really large in size, when held in front of the chest, it almost covered half of Zhang Yang’s face.

Xiao Yi, holding the equipment, snapped several close-ups consecutively, and only after finishing the fish catch portrait did Zhang Yang put the fish down.

"This one is huge, easily over twenty pounds, don’t you think?" Xiao Wei looked at Zhang Yang with the eyes of a little sister admiring her home-grown idol.

Normally the two were quite equal, Xiao Wei had her own opinions, yet beside the water when fishing, as soon as Zhang Yang performed slightly better, Xiao Wei would instantly transform into a fangirl.

Zhang Yang grinned and directly placed the fish into another separate net head, saying, "Let’s hang it on the electronic scale and see! From the feel, I reckon it should be around twenty-three or four pounds!"

"Great, weigh it quickly! I’ll help you take photos!"

Xiao Wei also pulled out her iPhone, quickly found the camera function and started preparing.

Zhang Yang, unhurriedly, secured the electronic scale, and by exerting force with both hands, lifted the big fish into the air.

The numbers on the display jumped continuously, soon freezing at 12.44 kilograms.

Close to twenty-five pounds in total weight, a bit heavier than Zhang Yang’s own estimate.

"Tsk tsk, not bad, almost twenty-five pounds! How much is this fish worth? There’s over three hours left, why do I feel at this rate, it seems quite difficult for us to break even!"

While merrily snapping shots, Xiao Wei inquired about the value of the big fish, when it came to money, she swiftly shifted from fangirl to family accountant, starting to calculate the fishing cost.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "For a fish this size, it’s at least ten bucks per pound as a base, a fish worth two hundred forty bucks, our fishing fee should be covered with some change!

Considering the two smaller ones in your fish protector, there’s about eighty bucks to take ashore! Keep it up, as long as the fishing session ends, it shouldn’t be an issue!"

Zhang Yang’s optimistic prediction about reaching shore wasn’t just words to please his wife but due to the current fishing conditions being pretty good.

The two large nest setups last night certainly ensured a stronger groundwork for the fish group; if one were to abstractly describe the current fishing progress from an observer’s perspective, the fish conditions are just starting to smooth out.

Unless some special event occurs, catching a few more big fish in the upcoming hours—and reaching shore—should not be a problem at all.

After the photoshoot and weighing, Zhang Yang returned to his fishing spot.

According to the usual routine, after landing a big fish, he first casts a few times to replenish the bait, afterward carefully trying around the nest area.

No kidding, fishing near the nest was very effective.

Within less than ten minutes after the first big fish went ashore, Zhang Yang swiftly landed a second thirteen-pound bighead carp in the surrounding area of the fishing nest.

The time taken to land the second fish was much shorter, barely five minutes, Zhang Yang landed the second fish, again refreshing the catch record.

Having understood the fish conditions, Zhang Yang quickly gave the two girls some pointers.

The two, following the example, also tried fishing near the nest edge, feedback on the fish bite was quite good, although due to the fishing depth, they did not catch fish the size of Zhang Yang’s, they managed to catch several noteworthy ones.

With this rhythm, by the end of the five-hour fishing session, landing on shore should be a breeze.

Overall speaking, Zhang Yang and Xiao Yi’s nighttime effort of setting up the nest paid off, the fish conditions were favorable, gathering shooting materials and such was relatively smooth.

Unconsciously, time had reached nine-thirty in the morning—two and a half hours since fishing started.

While Zhang Yang and the group fished methodically, occasionally achieving successes, a BMW X5 with local plates ending in 6688 drove in from a nearby path, stopping directly at the vacant land outside the reservoir boss’s door.

Two people alighted from the car: the driver, a young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five, wearing frog glasses, half-sleeves, denim shorts, yet with exposed arms and legs clad in high-fashion-looking black ice silk sleeves and leg covers. He gave off an initial impression of a professional athlete.

Beside the trendy young man was another fellow, slightly older, with a round face, beard stubble, about 175 cm tall, appearing quite robust—a frequent outdoor enthusiast, his complexion like a pot bottom, dark from exposure.

As soon as their car stopped, the reservoir boss quickly came out of his house, welcoming them with a smile and graciously, exhibiting more respect than he had during Zhang Yang’s group’s first visit yesterday.

The trendy young man was named Dong Jianbing, the one with stubble Xu Cheng, both regulars at East Lake Reservoir. In addition to visiting for their own leisure, they would bring friends along, with every trip generally involving at least several thousand in cost, covering food and drinks prepared by the boss. Apart from fishing fees, the reservoir boss made considerable additional profits.