Chapter 2028 - 2028: 2028

Liu Zhizhong's eyes went wide. "For real, Old Father-in-law Ye? Let me see your new gear?"

"Come on, take a look, hehehe…"

Ye Tianming was very excited and led Liu Zhizhong over to the fishing spot.

Right around this time, the breakfast made by his own dear daughter started wafting out with an intoxicating aroma again.

At the spot, Ye Tianming picked up his gear bag, opened it, took out the custom-made rod and line set, and showed and explained them to Liu Zhizhong.

Good lord, after seeing and hearing all of that, Liu Zhizhong was truly blown away.

This new hand rod of Ye Tianming's wasn't very long; it was a full-length nine meters.

It still felt a bit heavy in the hand.

Heavy is what makes it feel solid, right!

However, the material of this rod was aerospace grade, tested to withstand a pulling force of two thousand jin.

The line set was also a special soft aerospace grade, and it was steel wire; a pulling force of over a thousand jin was no problem at all.

Ye Tianming finished by saying, "This custom hand rod is totally fine for sea fishing. A nine-meter rod with a thirty-meter main line—tell me, can't we haul up a seven-hundred-jin tuna with that?"

"Uh…" Liu Zhizhong was already shocked beyond words. "It can, sure! But this rod and line set must've cost a lot, right? Hehe…"

"A bit over ninety million."

"Hiss~~~~"

Liu Zhizhong sucked in a sharp breath, nodded, and lowered his voice. "So this is how powerful Iron Fist is?"

"Hehehe… If you want one, I'll just give you this rod later and have them make another one for me. When it comes to fishing, hand rods have the best feel. If you're chasing ultimate feel, you gotta use a hand rod to fight sea fish, hehe…"

Liu Zhizhong waved his hand. "Forget it, forget it, Old Father-in-law Ye, you keep it for yourself, I don't need it, hehe… For sea fishing, I've got my sea rods. If we run into a tuna of a few hundred jin, I can still go head-to-head, hehe…"

Ye Tianming was as happy as a kid. "How about we make it a competition again—see whether your sea rod is better or my custom hand rod is better?"

Liu Zhizhong's playful side was triggered as well. "Sure, I'll go with Old Father-in-law Ye—let's have a sea-fishing competition!"

"Good, it's a deal!"

This old and this young one… sigh, that's how fun life can be.

The harmony between father-in-law and son-in-law lies in playing together?

So after breakfast, besides bringing along the necessary Fish Sashimi—what they'd caught last night—plus the fresh ingredients prepared by Ye Bingyu, they set off, weighed anchor, and headed south along the Kachin River.

Going downstream, the luxury yacht was still quite fast.

The scenery on both banks was as enchanting as ever, and Old Father-in-law Ye was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He could even troll with a hand rod while the boat was moving, together with Liu Zhizhong. They used live bait—just random white-stripe fish they'd caught.

White-stripe?

Yes, you read that right!

White-stripe, the "Asian freshwater Ferrari," a survival genius among wild fish—those things are everywhere!

Their trolling actually brought up several four- to five-jin largemouth bass, plus two meter-class sharpbelly fish, hahaha… more fresh, high-end ingredients.

By mid-afternoon, the yacht had passed out of the Kachin River estuary and entered the deep blue sea.

The sea here was really, really blue.

A light wind rose, the sea birthed gentle waves, sea and sky blended into one; the feeling was simply indescribable.

Once the yacht hit the open sea, with the vast ocean and high sky, it felt even more amazingly wonderful.

The scenery along the way was already infinitely beautiful; being out on the ocean made it even more marvelous.

Liu Zhizhong piloted the boat and picked an uninhabited island to anchor at.

At this point, Ye Tianming also needed to pay; under his own account he activated sea-fishing rights again. As for Liu Zhizhong, he already had sea-fishing qualifications, so he didn't need to.

It's just that the coordinates of the sea area where they were fishing still had to be located and uploaded.

The small island Liu Zhizhong chose was no more than two to three thousand meters long and about a thousand meters wide.

The island was covered in dense wild banana and coconut trees; the landscape was primitive and natural, hardly anyone ever set foot on it.

The few who could get up there were all hardcore sea-fishing enthusiasts, because you needed a boat—either your own or a rental.

Three sides here had gentle slopes; one side was sheer cliffs. Beneath the cliffs was a great spot for catching tuna.

Why?

Because on Valle's angling operations map, this spot was also marked as a sea-fishing tuna point, and it was not a net-fishing area.

To monopolize the sea-fishing resources here for a few days, Liu Zhizhong even paid a fee of ten thousand US dollars!

Once that fee was paid, this marker turned red, meaning someone had booked it; start and end dates were shown, very convenient for other anglers.

This was the Wale Republic's fishery management system—truly beneficial to both sides.

The three of them anchored the yacht in the deep water beside the cliffs, wedged between two huge rocks.

When they dropped anchor, they let out 80 meters of chain before it hit bottom.

Liu Zhizhong's luxury yacht had three anchor chains, with four-hundred-jin anchors at the bow, midship, and stern; it really did stay rock solid.

Fishing for tuna in a spot like this was basically no problem.

When Liu Zhizhong booked this point, it already had detailed records: the biggest tuna landed here weighed 269 jin; the smallest was 47 jin. There were quite a few catches between those numbers as well.

Overall, there simply weren't any small tuna here, hahaha…

When Ye Tianming saw the info on the app, his grin practically split his face; he said this time he was definitely going to get his fill of hand-rod sea-fishing, and no matter how big the tuna was he'd haul it up.

Once the boat was set, the two of them started preparing for the sea fishing.

Ye Bingyu remained as cheerful as ever, enjoying the sea view while busying herself with dinner.

First, using regular hand rods, Liu Zhizhong and Ye Tianming casually tossed some fishy bait into the shallows, and easily caught some sardines to keep alive as live bait; then they caught nearly a hundred jin of squid, chopped all of them up to use as hook bait and chum.

After dinner, the tide rose; it wasn't big, just about a foot high, and the yacht was still very steady. The current here was calm, making it a truly ideal fishing spot.

With their preparations done and the chum already in the water, they figured the tuna schools had probably followed the scent over by now.

And so, a heaven-and-earth-shaking sea-fishing competition began.

Liu Zhizhong went all out: he hung twelve live sardines on a big sea hook, attached a one-kilo sinker, dropped it straight to the bottom at nearly 90 meters, and started waiting it out with his electric sea rod.

As for Old Father-in-law Ye, hehe, with his nine-meter custom rod, he put on an entire octopus—each tentacle cut halfway through—about three jin in weight, then attached a thirty-meter custom aerospace line set, and dead-sticked it at mid-depth, the rod resting on the gunwale, locked down with a rod clamp.

An octopus like that, injured, giving off a strong fishy smell at thirty meters deep, was very tempting, all about that dynamic action. It had the same effect as Liu Zhizhong's lively sardine live bait.

With everything ready and casts in place, they sipped some liquor, snacked on the drinking appetizers baked by Ye Bingyu, and quietly waited for the giants to show up…