Chapter 9: You Must Have Failed
Cries of "Got a nibble!" would sporadically resound along the Jiang City River bank, as a host of excited anglers gathered around.
These people had long forgotten the earlier omen of the rotten fish biting.
But among the nighttime anglers, there was one whose face was the picture of misery.
Since coming here in the morning, aside from a rotten fish, he hadn't caught any other fish.
Who else could this person be, if not Ye Chen?
At this moment, Ye Chen was extremely downcast.
Even though the system had prompted him that he was about to catch something huge soon.
But before he could catch something huge, shouldn't he at least enjoy catching a few decent small fish?
He had used several pounds of sticky rice to bait the fishing spot, and adjusted the fishing float a few times already.
In short, Ye Chen had made all the necessary preparations.
It had been over an hour since he made the bet with Old Liao.