The Top Fishing
Chapter 168 - 134: Cannon Barrel Nesting_3

Chapter 168: Chapter 134: Cannon Barrel Nesting_3

The live stream viewers were also amused by this scene.

"Haha, the broadcaster’s catch has made Uncle Wang so speechless."

"Master Lin, be careful, Uncle Wang might get jealous and come over with his thirty-meter rod to poke at your spot."

Just as this viewer’s comment floated by, they saw an elderly man at the original fishing spot who could no longer sit still. He carried his rod with an indifferent expression and walked over.

He then set up his Dragon Gate frame right next to Lin Yang and started to heave his fishing rod.

Lin Yang was also taken aback; he was truly baffled by the old man’s cheeky move.

What’s with this uncle? Was he really jealous and came over to poke around the spot? And he’s using a rod too?

"Old Liu, you’re being a bit unfair. The young man’s spot was just beginning to liven up, and you’re already coming over to poke around."

At this, the old man wearing a duckbill cap also stood up for Lin Yang.

"What do you mean ’poke around,’ Old Wang? You should speak with some conscience. Who decided this spot could only be fished by him alone in such a big lake?"

Upon hearing someone trying to intervene, the old man’s expression stiffened, and his triangular eyes on his gaunt face stared harshly at Old Wang as he questioned him sharply.

Lin Yang genuinely despised the old man next to him for coming over with a large rod to poke around, but seeing the old man’s age, he decided not to argue with him.

Moreover, since the man’s rod was much longer than his, it would be difficult to actually reach his spot.

So, he said to Uncle Wang, who had just spoken on his behalf, "It’s okay, uncle. Let him fish if he wants. It doesn’t matter."

After saying this, he continued to knead bait and cast his line.

"Did you hear that, Old Wang? The rightful owner didn’t speak up, so why are you worried unnecessarily?"

This old man was typically someone who brightened up at the slightest smile. Seeing that Lin Yang didn’t mind, he started to argue with duckbill cap Uncle Wang.

Seeing this, Uncle Wang didn’t want to bother with him anymore. He snorted, flicked his sleeve, and returned to his own fishing spot.

The man poking around sat directly up against Lin Yang, and he used very pungent black worms as bait, a smell that was strong and noticeable from far away.

Moreover, taking advantage of his longer rod, he cast his hook not far in front of Lin Yang’s fishing spot.

The moment he lowered the rod, the float immediately signaled a catch.

The old man’s face lit up with joy, and he rolled up his sleeves to press down the rod. The tip of the rod on the other side of the Dragon Gate frame lifted, pulling a 20-centimeter redfin pickerel out of the water.

"Haha, changing spots really does the trick. I caught a big redfin as soon as I cast."

The old man’s face was filled with a smug smile.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yang’s lips twitched. Not only was the old man taking advantage but also gloating about it. He was indeed one to climb up the pole when given the chance.

He had already let the man fish by his side; he hadn’t expected the man to be shameless enough to actually poke his rod right into his spot.

Seeing this, Lin Yang sternly decided to switch his bait kneading to pulling, and he pulled out an extra-large lump of bait. He then began to pluck at it repeatedly.

His goal now was to gather all the small miscellaneous fish in the upper layers. It was time to see whether it would be the old man or himself who would be more distressed.

As he continuously disturbed the fishing spot, it wasn’t long before the water surface exploded with fish activity.

The strong-smelling bait was already very attractive to small fish. Lin Yang conveniently cast his spot further and scattered it a bit, and all the small fish immediately swarmed towards it.

"Oh, another bite."

Old Liu saw the float signal and started to shout excitedly again.

Then he began to press down on the rod and lift the fish, but when the rod tip was raised, the hook was completely empty.

The old man found it very strange, so he simply lowered the rod again, but as soon as the rod was down, before the float could stabilize, it signaled again.

Old Liu lifted the rod once more.

Still nothing.

After several back and forths, the old man couldn’t take it anymore and began to sit on a small stool, puffing and panting heavily.

At this point, the viewers in the live stream had gone from constantly cursing when the old man arrived to now shouting joyfully.

"Haha, it’s karma, deserves to have an empty hook, even the heavens can’t stand to watch."

"Haha, drawing half a thirty-meter rod to dig a nest, those fish aren’t dead but might well have lost half their lives, it’s terrifying to think about."

"Either he’s drawing the rod or preparing to draw, there’s absolutely no fun in the whole process...."

At this moment, Lin Yang, watching the old man tiring himself out, was also holding back laughter, thinking that big lines and big hooks with that rod drawing small white fish, it’d be strange if he caught anything.

As long as he kept fishing there, Lin Yang would continue to increase the bait and dig nests to see who would tire out first.

Time slowly passed, and half an hour quickly went by.

Lin Yang sat back in his fishing chair, enjoying the beautiful scenery on the lake; it must be said that the ecological environment of Taihu was truly impeccable, with flocks of birds occasionally flying playfully over the distant mudflats and water plants, creating a very pleasant scene.

Had it not been for the old man next to him acting like a jinx, Lin Yang could have fished here all day.

Of course, while admiring the scenery, he didn’t forget to occasionally supplement his bait.

The old man, since catching his first fish when he arrived, hadn’t had any clean bites for the next half hour, nor had he matched the success of his earlier spot.

At this point, the old man’s gaunt face no longer showed any joy, covered instead by a deathly ashen hue.

Seeing his condition, he might well risk his life if he continued fishing there.

Sure enough, after another miss, the old man started to become restless and began to pack up his tackle.

Seeing this, Lin Yang laughed and said, "Uncle, are you not fishing anymore?"

The old man grunted, "No more, this spot is no good."

As he packed, he muttered about the lousy location.

Watching the old man leave, Lin Yang returned to his previous method of baiting and continued fishing.

Just then, the water above his bait stirred suddenly, and countless tails of small white fish all burrowed out of the water, revealing bodies the size of fingers.

The small white fish shimmered silver under the sunlight, looking quite beautiful.

Seeing this scene, the old man just sneered and spat, showing his big yellow teeth, "Huh, as expected, just a bunch of small white fish, such a waste of time."

But at this moment, Lin Yang felt thrilled by the scene, knowing that the sudden surge of small fish could only mean one thing: a big fish was lurking below, and it would surely be no small catch.

With this in mind, Lin Yang was not in a hurry to draw the rod, quietly starting to wait instead.

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