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Is Old Li really going to quit fishing? How could that be possible?
Boss, bring me a bottle of Niu Er, the green one! If we're not fishing, why drink Moutai?
Seeing Shi Chui put away the liquor, Old Li grew anxious. We have to fish! Since we’re not working tomorrow, let’s go fishing together!
He pushed the Niu Er that the boss handed him aside. Moutai is already on the table; what’s the point of having Niu Er here?
That’s more like it! There’s always work to do, but life is short. We should enjoy ourselves while we can! He pulled out the liquor again, took out his phone to snap a picture, and sent it to his fishing buddy, Old Zhang, along with a thoughtful location tag.
In Shandong, it gets cold early. After November, there are noticeably fewer people fishing. They’ll hibernate all winter and only start again around May Day, which is still over half a month away.
But in Shi Chui's eyes, what does it matter if it's half a month early? The ice has melted, and the carp in the river are hungry; it’s time to feed them!
Before he could put his phone down, he received a reply. Wait, don’t open the bottle yet; I’ll be there soon.
A few short words were enough to show Old Zhang's eagerness. He flashed his phone screen in front of Old Li, and they each lit up a cigarette while waiting.
Xiao Tian graduated last year, right? Is he in Sanya or Beijing? Why didn’t you get him into your company? Feeling bored while waiting for the boss to serve the food, Old Li casually chatted.
Mentioning Shi Tian made Shi Chui pull out his phone to check Li Ziyu’s Moments. If Shi Tian went fishing, he would block him; he was more precise and timely about checking Li Ziyu’s posts than his own.
I wanted to get him into the company, but that kid ran off to Sanya right after graduation and opened a fishing tackle shop there.
If you need fishing gear in the future, come to me or search for Xingpai Fishing Gear; that’s his brand.
Casually promoting Shi Tian's business, Old Zhang drove over. He rolled down his window and honked to greet them before stepping on the gas and driving into the neighborhood to find a place to park first.
With everyone gathered, they opened the drinks. One bottle of Moutai definitely wouldn’t be enough for a good time; they followed up with another bottle of Niu Er.
The next morning, after taking a quick tour around the office and checking that it was almost time, Shi Chui hurriedly drove to pick up the two of them.
Arriving at the fishing spot, they set up their gear and started with some old tricks to feign weakness; that way, counterattacking would be more interesting.
Early spring waters are chilly; here they would only be catching carp.
When a carp was reeled in, Old Li felt a bit smug.
Lao Shi, your training doesn’t seem to have yielded much result! That photo you sent earlier wasn’t taken at a market, was it?
Last night was quite a celebration for Shi Chui; he couldn’t help but boast about it for quite some time. What ten-plus-pound carp or hundred-pound tuna—those were just everyday catches for him!
Can’t you tell this was filmed at a market? It’s not easy to find such large Wild Fish in a market. You just caught a Little Crucian Carp, and you’re already acting like you’ve won the lottery? After throwing a retort at Old Li, Shi Chui remained unbothered.
Thinking back to when he used to fish here, there weren’t so many rules. He would just check the depth, adjust the float, bait the hook, and cast the line—who cared about what bait worked for which fish? It was all about going with the flow.
Having fished alongside Shi Tian and the old man for several months was like learning everything from scratch. Even without Wo Liao, he was confident he could easily outsmart these old Fishing Buddies.
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