Mr. Shen, Shall We Cooperate on Salvage and Get Rich Together?

A fishing boat rode the wind and waves toward the designated waters.

Yes, a fishing boat.

At least, it had the layout of a fishing boat. There were fishing nets on its deck, and its hull number was still "Fishing****No.".

Shen Le leaned over the rail, lazily holding a sea-fishing reel as he kept tossing bait into the sea. After throwing in two or three handfuls, he reeled in the line to check. Nothing had bitten, so he lowered it again.

Then he tossed in another three or four handfuls, reeled it up for another look, found that the bait on the hook seemed to have soaked apart, replaced it, and lowered it again—

"You'll never catch fish like that—"

Gu Yulin finally couldn't stand it anymore. He poked his head out of the cabin and began pointing things out. Even with sea fishing, you had to follow some basic rules. At the very least, you had to give the fish time to test the bait, test it again, and then bite!

What did you mean by hauling it up to check every few moments?!

And the bait you were using might be wrong. The chum might not match the bait on the hook, the hook might be set at the wrong depth, the hook size and model might not suit the bait—

I couldn't even be bothered to lecture you about all that!

"I'm not really trying to catch fish." Shen Le shrugged. Fishing, sea fishing—how could it possibly be that easy!

There were all sorts of tricks to it!

There had been a Senior Sister who went traveling during the holidays, and one part of her itinerary had been taking a yacht out to sea. Seventeen or eighteen people on the yacht had used the sea-fishing reels provided