A god-tier fishing spot, anglers lined up to give me money.

Yang Qi nodded secretly, this person's level was indeed high.

Most experienced anglers adjust their float and prepare their bait first, and only put the fish in the basket last. They might end up with a dry fish basket after a whole day of fishing.

True masters always put the fish in the basket first; that's called mindset.

I will never be an air force pilot...

Next is preparing the bait.

Zhang Dazhuang rummaged through his fishing box and pulled out seven or eight kinds of bait, including corn-flavored, potato-flavored, and fishy-flavored baits. He poured them into a basin in a certain proportion, added water, and stirred them with great skill.

While preparing the bait, he muttered something under his breath. Yang Qi listened intently for a while before he could make out what he was saying:

"Blue carp love to eat snails, but I didn't bring any... So I used corn as a base, added some potato flavor, and then... Oh right, I added some of this giant predator attractant..."

Prepare the bait, adjust the float... attach the bait, cast the rod, and you're done in one smooth motion.

"The first pole to cast down hope."

Zhang Dazhuang took a deep breath, cast his line, and the hook traced an arc before landing steadily on the water about twenty meters away, with the float standing upright.

Yang Qi watched from the side and felt that this person exuded an aura of unwavering composure...

After a while, I checked the time and decided it was about time.

If we want to retain this customer, we have to let him experience the benefits. It can't be too easy, or it won't be interesting.

Give him hope, let him give it his all, let his adrenaline surge, let his heart beat to 180.

Once he gets addicted...

Yang Qi closed his eyes and focused his mind into the water.

Find the bluefish and get it to bite the hook.

Zhang Dazhuang had just lit a cigarette and was leisurely waiting when suddenly a tremendous force struck him.

The float was repaired and it sank, it went black!

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!"

Zhang Dazhuang put a cigarette in his mouth, stood in a horse stance, gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands, and pulled it up with his waist!

The tip of the rod bent into a full bow in an instant, making a "buzzing" sound.

For a fisherman, this sound was absolutely divine music.

"We've caught a fish!"

Zhang Dazhuang roared, his expression shifting from tension to ecstasy, and then from ecstasy to shock.

Because the force transmitted through the fishing rod completely exceeded his expectations.

The tensile strength is astonishing.

Zhang Dazhuang gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands, leaning back and sliding several centimeters into the mud before regaining his footing.

"Holy crap, what is that? This force is wrong, it's definitely not a 100-pound fish!"

Yang Qi shook his head. Controlling a fish was a very mentally taxing task, requiring him to continuously control it with his mind.

Over time, your head will feel swollen and your temples will throb.

Fortunately, he can still handle controlling one.

"Brother, this fish of yours... it's strong!" Zhang Dazhuang said through gritted teeth.

Yang Qi watched from the side, secretly amused.

He kept controlling the strength of the bluefish with his mind, sometimes loosening and sometimes tightening it, like walking a dog.

When the grass carp lunges forward, he makes it slow down a bit.

When Zhang Dazhuang thought he could pull it up, he had the fish gently tug outwards a couple of times.

This gave Zhang Dazhuang the illusion of hope.

Zhang Dazhuang was completely won over by this.

It seems like the person is leading the fish, but in reality, the fish is leading the person.

Zhang Dazhuang is currently in the same state as a gambler who is blinded by greed. Every time he feels that he is one step closer to victory, every time the fish exerts its strength, he grits his teeth and continues to fight to the death.

They fought for over an hour and still wouldn't let up; normally, the 200-pound grass carp would have burst them apart long ago.

Yang Qi had to admit that this person's physical strength was truly remarkable.

Most anglers would be exhausted after fighting a big fish for ten or fifteen minutes, but Zhang Dazhuang endured it for an hour.

His clothes were soaked with sweat; I don't know how he did it.

This fishing rod is of really good quality...

Just then, Yang Qi felt a wave of dizziness, and everything in front of him became blurry again. "Hiss, is an hour still a bit tiring? Let's add some more fuel and call it a day!"

So he controlled the bluefish to relax and reduce its struggle.

Zhang Dazhuang suddenly felt a lightness in his hand.

He paused for a moment, then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Haha, bro! The fish's tired! It's tired! Quick, quick, take a picture for me! No, take a video! Take a video!"

"Okay..."

Yang Qi took out his phone and started recording.

"Get the angle right, make the picture look good, I'm going to post it on my WeChat Moments!"

As Zhang Dazhuang spoke, he backed away, his movements much faster than before, but still steady, without becoming impatient because the fish had lost its strength.

Experience taught him that fish can play dead; just when you think it's dying, it will suddenly flip over and run away.

Yang Qi held up his phone, the camera pointed at the water, and glanced at Zhang Dazhuang out of the corner of his eye.

Ripples began to appear on the water's surface.

A huge dark shadow emerged from the water; its head alone was bigger than a washbasin, and its mouth could fit a child inside when it opened and closed.

Zhang Dazhuang was so amazed that he even paused for a second while reeling in the line.

"My goodness, 2 meters! A giant bluefish! I'm going to turn the world upside down..."

Yang Qi's lips curled up slightly. "Big brother, don't let me down..."

Once this "GG" is typed out, it will be more effective than any short video.

We've secured our first client.

With a thought!

The grass carp suddenly exerted its strength, slapping the water with its tail, sending up splashes two or three meters high.

The fish's head plunges downwards, and the fishing line buzzes.

Snapped……

The fishing rod broke into three pieces in the middle; the drag came too suddenly.

Zhang Dazhuang fell backward.

"Hey hey hey—"

He stumbled back several steps, tripped in the mud, and landed hard on his bottom.

When it landed, it slid backward for half a meter, and its clothes and pants were covered in mud.

Amazing… Yang Qi bit his lip and recorded the whole process.

The bluefish had disappeared from the water.

Everything returned to calm.

Only the water surface was still rippling, and on the shore lay the remains of three fishing rods, and a fisherman sitting on the ground, covered in mud, with wide eyes.

Zhang Dazhuang sat on the ground, still holding half a rod handle in his hand, his mouth open, his eyes looking in the direction where the grass carp had disappeared.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on my whole body.

Yang Qi felt a little guilty, but then he thought that if it were a normal 200-pound fish that had dragged him into the water to meet the King of Hell, he would have experienced being pulled by a giant object, which was quite generous of him.

"Big brother, are you alright?"

Five seconds passed.

Ten seconds passed.

Zhang Dazhuang finally calmed down from his excitement, looked at the half-finished pole in his hand, stood up, and patted the mud off his backside.

A belated laugh broke out.

"Hahahaha, that was awesome, so awesome! Hahahaha..."

Laughter echoed over the reservoir, startling a flock of water birds.

Then, she walked towards Yang Qi, extremely excited.

"Bro! Did you take a picture? Did you take a picture?"

Yang Qi waved his phone: "I recorded it, the whole thing. From you yelling 'Take a picture of me quickly' to the moment you hit the jackpot and sat on the ground, it's all in there."

"Quick, quick, let me see!"

Zhang Dazhuang came over and started watching the replay.

The video is only 3 minutes long, showing Zhang Dazhuang's fierce battle as he reels in the fish, with the fish surfacing – that shot was particularly well done. Then the fish suddenly surged forward, snapping the rod, and the final shot showed Zhang Dazhuang falling backward, landing on his bottom and sliding half a meter – quite a pathetic sight.

But Zhang Dazhuang didn't feel embarrassed at all, because these were the marks of his battle with the giant creature, and they were a source of honor.

I watched it over and over again.

"Tsk tsk tsk, boss, this fish definitely weighs more than 200 pounds. I've seen grass carp weighing 180 pounds before, and they were all a size smaller than this. This fish is at least 200 pounds, and there's no upper limit!"

Yang Qi nodded with a smile; he knew exactly how many pounds of fish his family owned.

"Haha, big brother, as long as you enjoy it."

He paused, then said meaningfully, "My reservoir has more than just one giant creature!"

"real?"

Yang Qi remained silent.

"Bro, send me the video."

Zhang Dazhuang changed the subject, already having fallen in love with this auspicious place.

"Sure, let's add each other as friends, I'll send it to you."

The two of them took out their phones and scanned each other's QR codes.

Yang Qi typed a line in the remarks column: "Zhang Dazhuang!"

He hesitated for a moment before sending it, then added a parenthesis: The first fisherman.

Zhang Dazhuang, the first fisherman...