"On the scale! On the scale!"
It was the same process as before, except the numbers this time jumped even more violently.
"Twelve and a half pounds!"
"Oh my god!"
Everyone looked at Lu Zheng with eyes full of shock and disbelief.
This was a beginner?
"Bro, what bait did you use?"
Someone leaned over beside Lu Zheng's seat and peered into his bait bucket, only to see more than a dozen tiny fish the size of little fingers.
"Just this ordinary bait fish."
"The first fish was a five-pound-seven-ounce large yellow croaker, and the second was a twelve-and-a-half-pound seven-banded grouper. Is he the Dragon King's own son or something?"
"Even old fishermen would be furious when they saw this."
"Why are all the fish I catch these tiny eight-ounce things?"
"Get lost. I've only caught a three-ounce one."
"They're going to feast tonight..."
"I'm dying of jealousy!"
Although the seven-banded grouper was not as expensive as a large yellow croaker, it tasted no worse. Large yellow croakers were expensive only because they were rare; when it came to flavor, they were really just average sea fish.
The fish box Zhao Wenyu had prepared could not even hold the seven-banded grouper. One of his friends ran to the farmhouse next door and borrowed a large basin before they could fit it in.
Lu Zheng said blandly, "You two each owe me eighteen pounds and two ounces now."
Zhao Wenyu, "..."
Chen Jianhao, "..."
So what if he was a beginner? So what if he was lucky? So what if the Dragon King favored him? Fine, it really was impressive. They had been hooked on fishing for two years and had never caught a fish over five pounds, not even when they went out to the islands.
"Next time, we'll rent