From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Chapter 192: Tsk, tsk, tsk, I’m so amazing

Come to think of it, that made sense. Wherever you found people, you were bound to find someone of Chinese descent. Just as some blogger who’d been a mercenary once said, even in the depths of the Amazon rainforest, in the most uninhabited places, you could still find backpackers from China selling all sorts of snacks.

The crew were all seasoned deep-sea fishermen, so they knew exactly where the fish were most plentiful. After motoring for about forty minutes, they finally reached their target area.

Looking back toward San Francisco, they could only faintly make out a long stretch of coastline.

This was a fishing yacht, with a dedicated lounge area inside the cabin. The crew was currently on the foredeck and both sides of the aft deck, setting up the sea-fishing rods. Unlike those used for freshwater fishing, these were all electric.

It was Su Chen’s first time sea fishing, so he made a point of asking the crew for some pointers.

After their explanation, Su Chen realized that sea fishing was actually quite simple. All he had to do was bait the hook, cast it into the sea, and let the rod’s motor automatically release the line. He just needed to keep an eye on the line for any changes. The only other thing to watch out for was not getting pulled into the sea if he hooked a big one.

Soon, Su Chen and the others were all set up, each with two fishing rods. Su Chen took two pieces of freshly cut fish, baited his hooks, and cast them straight into the sea.

During their earlier chat, Su Chen had learned from the crew that this area was mostly populated with cod, but if they were lucky, they might catch various types of grouper.

They were fishing at a depth of a full six hundred feet—about 200 meters. If they were using manual reels, the cranking alone would be utterly exhausting.

The waiting was the hardest part. Su Chen’s eyes never strayed from the lines of his two rods.

"Fish on!"

A sudden shout came from the stern. Su Chen looked over and saw Chen Fei, his face flush with excitement, gripping his fishing rod. The motor was whirring nonstop—who knew if he’d hooked a big one, but the rod was already bent into a deep arc.

While waiting for Chen Fei to reel in his fish, Su Chen kept a close eye on his own rods. Unfortunately, there wasn’t the slightest twitch.

After about five or six minutes, the fish on Chen Fei’s line slowly broke the surface. It was a massive, bright red fish, and it was still struggling fiercely.

"What a huge red grouper! Look at the size of it, must be at least thirty pounds!" a sharp-eyed crew member identified it at a glance.

As the red grouper gradually stopped struggling, a crewman, already holding a gaff, hooked the fish and hauled it aboard.

Chen Fei was practically gloating as he held up the red grouper, laughing uncontrollably. He even had Wang Gang take several photos, much to Su Chen’s obvious envy.

Maybe it was because he’d flown to the Bay Area on a private jet, but after more than an hour, Su Chen still hadn’t gotten a single bite, while everyone else had already made several catches.

Raymond, in particular, had put on a real display of strength, hauling a giant sunfish out of the sea. Although the fish itself was useless, he had still landed a monster.

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