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Shi Tian and Old Mo went fishing, and Old Mo went back to prepare. Without a doubt, Shi Tian knew what the old man was getting ready for—he was definitely off to fetch the American Style Landing Net.
Here, the wealthy could apply for gun ownership, but the process was somewhat complicated. At least Shi Ye hadn’t prepared anything for Shi Tian, probably fearing he would cause trouble.
After going upstairs to grab the gear and stuffing it into the car, Shi Tian prepared a Rod for Old Mo, who returned patting his belly. Once in the car, he executed a tank-style U-turn, activated the sound system with voice control, rolled up the windows, and showcased a bit of Chinese ingenuity to Old Mo.
As they drove along, Old Mo inquired about various cars. If it weren’t for Shi Tian stubbornly refusing to sell, that old fellow would have likely transferred money on the spot. It seemed this old man truly had money; he talked about buying million-dollar luxury cars as if they were mere toys.
They returned to that same small river. The water level had been dropping day by day; at this rate, in less than two months, the river would run dry. It was expected for seasonal rivers like this one; there were plenty around here. Once this one dried up, they could just switch to another.
To the north lay a large river called Lufu River, which had a bridge built with Chinese aid. Occasionally, some Chinese fishermen could be seen there, but it was over thirty miles away. Shi Tian thought that was a bit far.
Anyway, A Heng had already been hooked; he had lived here for quite some time and surely knew where to find Fishing Spots. When he ran out of spots himself, he could just tag along with A Heng. With A Heng's enthusiasm, it was certain they would have plans lined up.
Setting up the gear, Shi Tian arranged the Fishing Chair he had previously introduced to A Heng for Old Mo. He cast his Rod and decided that from now on that Fishing Chair would be known as the "Chair of Induction." Wherever he went, he would take it along; it made it easier to bring others into the fold.
Unfortunately, Old An and the others didn’t come today. Otherwise, they could have cooked up some fish right under the bridge; he had brought a portable stove along. Just one meal would allow them to slowly extract oil at home.
"Old Mo! Taiwanese Fishing is full of knowledge everywhere. Since you’re just starting out, let me teach you a bit first. Once you understand Taiwanese Fishing better, you can delve deeper." Holding two Plastic Particles in hand, Shi Tian began his lengthy explanation.
"This is Fish Bait. Compared to Fly Fishing, Taiwanese Fishing is a game of wits between humans and fish. If you make your Fish Bait appealing enough, the fish will take risks for it and bite the hook. Otherwise, they won’t bite at all."
"When a fish bites the hook and you lift the rod—that’s a contest of skills. If the fish is smarter than you, it will eat the bait and leave you with an empty hook. But if you're smarter than the fish, you can reel it in while it's eating Fish Bait."
"The line is thin and the rod is soft; that’s a battle of wisdom. The line has limited pulling power; if you can use that limited power to pull a fish beyond what this line can handle—that's intelligence!"
From discussing technical competition to wisdom competition led into patience and knowledge—a whole set of concepts followed suit. Europeans tend to take off once given a starting point; their thoughts could fly off in any direction without knowing where they’d land.
"Hei Piao! Lift the rod!" Before Shi Tian could finish his lengthy discourse, Old Mo's Float disappeared from sight. Shi Tian anxiously let out a string of Shandong Dialect exclamations.
With a lift of his Rod, he felt resistance; this fish seemed decent—there was definitely splashing in the water—at least three pounds or more.
He raised his Rod high and slowly dragged it sideways while thinking: Please don’t disturb me while I’m fishing; I want to use my own wisdom to reel it in! Before Shi Tian could finish his thought, Old Mo interrupted him.
"Goodness! This old man is getting into it!"
Alright then! This old fellow was officially hooked; even if he didn’t catch anything today, he was already in on the fun! They were both starting to engage in an intellectual duel with the fish now.
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