The Top Fishing

Lin Yang didn’t continue such a heavy topic. After displaying his catch, he casually tossed the fish into the live fish box behind him and continued to bait his hook with fish meat before casting his line out again.

This time, he was lucky as there were no interruptions mid-cast, and the lead sinker brought the rig down to a depth of about thirty meters before the line stopped extending.

Lin Yang simply tightened the line taut and, imitating Uncle Victor, teased it up and down a bit. Soon, he felt a clear bite through the tip of the rod, and the rod began rhythmically bobbing up and down again.

He still couldn’t resist lifting the rod, and quickly pulled the rig back up.

The resistance this time was noticeably greater than before. When the fish was pulled out of the water, lo and behold, there were two fish hooked after just a few seconds of pause.

Both were yellow croakers. The smaller one was roughly two and a half pounds, while the big fellow on the bottom hook was a size larger, estimated to be about four or five pounds—at no wonder the strength required to reel it in was considerably higher.

"This one can be kept, probably around five pounds. You’re quite lucky!" said Uncle Victor after a glance before continuing to fish.

"Holy moly! A yellow croaker this big, you might not encounter one in a whole year of fishing back home!"

"Jealousy and hatred, that’s what this is. Now this is what you call resources; such a fish density is just too exaggerated!"

In the live broadcast room, the majority of the viewers were there for the excitement, with many of their own sea anglers among them.

Seeing Lin Yang casually fishing up yellow croakers of such quality and size made them drool with envy.

Lin Yang carefully removed the hooks and tossed both fish into the live fish bucket.