"Xiao Yuan, the fishing boat has been out at sea for so long. When are we finally going to start fishing?"
Wei Hua stood beside Ye Yuan and asked eagerly.
You Zhiyong, who was standing nearby, could not help but laugh when he heard Wei Hua.
Thinking back to when he had first boarded the ship, had he not been just like Wei Hua?
It seemed that so-called big stars were no different from ordinary people.
Seeing Wei Hua like this, Ye Yuan said with a smile,
"Brother Wei, don't be impatient.
Every time this boat moves, it costs money. I'm probably even more anxious than you are.
But trawling isn't done blindly. You have to wait for the right moment."
Over the past few hours of sailing, Ye Yuan had not failed to encounter schools of fish along the way.
But since this was their first haul after the tsunami,
Ye Yuan had always wanted to find a bigger or more valuable school before casting the net.
It was the mindset of a fisherman at work—he always wanted a good start.
As time passed, just as Wei Hua was beginning to lose patience from waiting,
Ye Yuan's senses finally found a target.
After confirming the species and location of the school,
he picked up the radio and said to Ding Yi, who was steering the fishing boat,
"Fifteen degrees to starboard. Maintain a steady speed."
After adjusting the boat's direction, Ye Yuan turned to Yang Jun in the distance.
"Once the boat has adjusted its course, start setting the net."
"Yes, Captain."
Yang Jun answered readily.
Then he entered work mode.
The other crew members heard Ye Yuan's order
and all moved into position.
This was their first time setting the net in two months.
The crew members were