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

"Go back my ass! Hurry, hurry, take a picture of me, I want to fill a cup!"

Zhang Dazhuang stood up, looking very energetic.

He took the fish out, grabbed its gills with both hands, and with a strong pull of his arms, lifted the nearly 60-pound grass carp.

The fish flicked its tail twice, splashing mud and water all over his pants, but he didn't even flinch.

"Old Dai, come here, come here, take a picture!" Zhang Dazhuang shouted to Dai Jiangyang, shoved his phone into his hand, and then posed with the fish in his arms.

He turned to the side, holding the fish in front of his chest, his chin slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth turned down.

He'd made a fool of himself, and everyone present felt like punching him.

Chen Ming took a fishing scale out of his fishing box and handed it to Zhang Dazhuang: "Use this to weigh yourself."

Zhang Dazhuang nodded, threaded the hook of the scale through the mouth of the grass carp, hooked it onto the hard bone of the gills, and lifted it up with both hands.

The numbers on the scale jumped a few times before finally displaying "57.3".

"Fifty-seven pounds and three ounces, not bad, Lao Dai, take a picture quickly!"

Dai Jiangyang focused, pressed the shutter, and took a few shots. "Done!"

Zhang Dazhuang put the fish down, took the phone, looked at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

He immediately opened his WeChat Moments, typed, and captioned it: "A tiny 80-pound grass carp, easy to handle."

send…

Yang Qi opened his phone and glanced at it. His lips twitched. He thought that saying 57 jin was 80 jin was a bit too much.

He didn't say anything because the four people next to him had already taken out their phones and started looking.

Wang Jian opened Zhang Dazhuang's WeChat Moments, saw the post, and immediately laughed: "Tsk, Zhang Dazhuang, have you no shame? You said 80 jin when you thought 57 jin was 80 jin?"

Zhang Dazhuang retorted, his voice full of laughter: "Really? Who was that person who said 50 jin instead of 20 jin last time? I can't remember."

Wang Jian's face flushed red, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he didn't refute.

Zhang Guoqiang, Chen Ming, and Dai Jiangyang also looked away in a tacit manner.

In the fishing world, it's just standard practice—the most basic of basic operations.

Everyone knew the truth, but no one called anyone out on it.

But it's still a bit embarrassing to be called out on to your face.

Wang Jian nudged Zhang Dazhuang with his elbow: "You're so quick to talk."

Then he walked quickly towards his fishing spot, saying, "It's around 9:30 now, there's still plenty of time, I can't fall behind!"

Zhang Dazhuang put the fish into the fish basket, which then throbbed violently in the water, creating a splash.

Zhang Guolu realized what was going on, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and said as he walked away, "Old Wang is right. Dazhuang, you wait and see, you're only in the lead temporarily."

"That's right, that's right." Dai Jiangyang and Chen Ming also followed back, and the five of them dispersed and returned to their respective fishing spots.

Zhang Dazhuang smiled, replaced all the system rods with reel rods, re-baited them, and cast his second cast of the day.

Compared to the other four people, he seemed much more relaxed.

I took out my phone and scrolled through the comments on my WeChat Moments one by one.

"Holy crap, where did you catch that fish?"

"Brother Zhang is awesome! Can I get his address?"

"Eighty pounds? Are you sure this isn't photoshopped?"

"Bro, can I snag a spot? I'm going tomorrow too!"

……

Each comment made Zhang Dazhuang's lips curl up slightly, giving him a sense of satisfaction.

He picked out a few replies, his fingers flying across the screen, occasionally letting out a soft chuckle.

"Brother Yang," he suddenly called out.

Yang Qi walked over and squatted down next to him: "What's wrong?"

"Your reservoir is really something."

Yang Qi lowered his eyes, feigning difficulty, and sighed, "Brother Zhang, you're happy, but I lost a 57-jin grass carp."

He said that, but he didn't really care at all. It was only fifty-seven pounds, and there were still a bunch of fish growing rapidly in the reservoir.

Zhang Dazhuang chuckled and teased, "Brother Yang, you don't mean you want me to force you to go back to fishing, do you?"

Yang Qi raised his head, put on a stern face, and frowned as he rebuked, "Brother Zhang, you're underestimating me. I'm not that kind of person; I can afford to lose."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dazhuang stopped smiling, nodded, and his eyes showed more approval.

"Indeed. I have a good eye for Brother Yang; he's honest and reliable."

"Of course." Yang Qi grinned.

Just as the atmosphere was relaxing, the float in front of Zhang Dazhuang suddenly sank.

"Oh, the fish is here!"

Zhang Dazhuang lifted the rod, flicked his arm, and the rod tip bent down.

He weighed the object in his hand and smirked – this wasn't a big one.

Sure enough, after struggling for a few moments, a white fish was flung ashore and bounced on the ground with a thud.

Zhang Dazhuang walked over, picked it up, and took a look.

A blank IOU? There are blank IOUs this big?

But the size of this IOU is ridiculously large.

I took the scale out of the fishing box, hung it up, and saw that the number had jumped to "5.1".

"Five pounds of IOUs?!"

Zhang Dazhuang turned to look at Yang Qi, quite shocked: "Brother Yang, you have five jin of these reservoir whitebait?"

Yang Qi didn't feel anything special; five pounds of IOUs outside were indeed a rare item.

But within his own reservoir, it's probably just a normal level.

He chuckled and said smugly, "Brother Zhang, my reservoir has plenty of everything except big fish. Five pounds of whitebait is nothing. Come back in a while, and you'll find eight or ten pounds of them."

Just as Zhang Dazhuang was about to reply, the other four also caught their fish. Suddenly, the other side erupted in chaos.

"A five-pound carp!" Wang Jian shouted.

Zhang Guoqiang: "One ten-pound silver carp!"

Dai Jiangyang shouted the loudest: "Double win! Two grass carp, each weighing eight catties!"

"...Two catties of bighead carp." Chen Ming's voice was the softest, but he was very unwilling.

Yang Qi listened to these numbers and his heart pounded with anxiety.

No.

I can't let them keep fishing like this. Given the fish population in my reservoir, I'll definitely lose money if they catch more fish…

Thinking it over, Yang Qi focused his mind on the water and locked his gaze on the vicinity of the five fishing spots.

At Wang Jian's fishing spot, there was a grass carp weighing nearly 23 kilograms swimming nearby, along with several carp weighing over ten kilograms each, and a large number of fish weighing over five kilograms each.

Zhang Guolu's fishing spot is even more amazing, with a 62-pound grass carp swimming around, and many other big fish.

Dai Jiangyang and Chen Ming's fishing spots were similar, both having large fish weighing over ten kilograms nearby.

Yang Qi silently apologized to himself, then used his mind to drive away the fish that weighed more than 2 pounds.

Inspired by Yang Qi's will, the large fish immediately wagged their tails and swam away into the distance, disappearing into the depths of the reservoir.

Soon, only a group of small fish fry remained at the five-person fishing spot, and Yang Qi had specially reserved a grass carp weighing nearly 20 kilograms for them.

After finishing all this, Yang Qi withdrew his thoughts and prepared to close his eyes and rest for a while.

Because the driving force only lasts for half an hour, the big fish will still come around after that time, so you have to keep using your mind to drive them away.

For the next two hours, the five people's fishing rods would sometimes move and sometimes remain still.

But when you lift the rod, you only catch small whitebait or small crucian carp, the largest of which is just over two pounds.

Wang Jian caught a mandarin fish weighing over a pound and happily took a picture, but it was nothing compared to the spectacle he had in the morning.

Zhang Guolu changed the bait three times, but the float didn't budge, making him scratch his head in frustration.

Dai Jiangyang did catch two fish, but they were both small ones weighing less than a pound each. He removed the hooks and threw them back into the water.

Chen Ming fared the worst. He changed fishing spots four times in two hours but didn't catch a single fish. His expression went from confidence to doubt, and from doubt to anxiety.

Only Zhang Dazhuang remained calm, after all, he already had a 57-pound base, so his mentality was very stable.

Two more whitebait were caught and put into the fish basket, while humming an unknown little tune.

Yang Qi checked his phone; it was 11:47. He stood up and shouted in the direction of the five people:

"Hey guys, I'm going to the old lady's place in town. Do you need any boxed lunches? I can just grab one. If you don't want boxed lunches, I have instant noodles in my little hut with hot water and cold drinks. There's a QR code for payment on the wall, but it's a dollar more expensive than outside."

Without giving them a chance to speak, he used his mind to control the grass carp weighing nearly twenty pounds that was left for them to bite the hook.

"Loading in the cargo, big fish!"

Wang Jian shouted, gripped the pole with both hands, and with his waist and stance in perfect harmony, he suddenly lifted it up.

The rod tip bent down, and the fishing line hummed.

"No need! We'll eat instant noodles!" Wang Jian shouted at Yang Qi without even looking up, his voice full of disregard for the consequences.

Zhang Guolu also caught a fish shortly after, and his fish was a little bigger than Wang Jian's, causing his rod to bend even more.

He stumbled forward, pulled by the force of the impact, but gritted his teeth to regain his balance and shouted, "Instant noodles will do!"

Four fishing rods bend into bows at the same time, and four people struggle with the fish simultaneously, all shouting that they just want to eat instant noodles.

Zhang Dazhuang didn't catch any fish. Watching the other four people struggling with the fish, he looked down at his own float.

Not moving.

"So I'm the only one who can't speak up?" she muttered, her tone tinged with sarcasm.