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Chapter 1290 The Beachcombing Girl Streamer and the Aloof Campus God (7)

The Beachcombing Girl and the Cool Campus Heartthrob (Part 17)

The dark shadow beneath the water's surface drew closer. Song Ning calmly reeled in the line and turned his head.

"Could you please check for me, bro? It's almost here."

The boat captain gripped the landing net tightly, leaning half his body out of the water.

"Don't worry, leave it to me, I guarantee there won't be any problems."

The dark figure beside the boat drew closer. Song Ning calmly said, "They're here."

The boat captain bent down and scooped up the bait with precise accuracy using the landing net!

A large fish, weighing about seven or eight pounds, was scooped up, splashing water all over their faces. The boat captain wasn't angry at all; instead, he laughed heartily.

"You're lucky! This mackerel is quite big; it's worth a lot of money now."

Spanish mackerel has a texture similar to chicken, which is generally not a favorite among seasoned foodies. The price of this fish in the market is usually around 20 or 30 yuan, but that is the price for farmed mackerel.

Wild-caught mackerel starts at least at 50 or 60 yuan per kilogram. Even a fish weighing one or two kilograms is much more expensive than farmed mackerel. A fish weighing seven or eight kilograms would definitely cost over 100 yuan.

The boat captain looked tempted and couldn't help but ask, "Are you selling this one? How about you sell it to me for 120 yuan a pound?"

He hadn't caught a wild Spanish mackerel in a long time, especially one this big.

Song Ning was tempted for a moment but then refused, because he thought of those crabs.

"Never mind, a friend of mine is coming soon, and I want to save it for him."

Lance should be arriving soon. It would be nice to invite him to try the food together.

The boat captain was a little disappointed that he didn't agree, but after thinking about it, he quickly grabbed a fishing rod and went to fish at the other end.

If you catch one, you might catch a second one. And if he catches another one, he'll save money.

Song Ning didn't pay much attention. After quickly preparing the mackerel and confirming that it was in the photo, his mood improved a bit.

With the bait on, he calmed down and continued fishing.

Strangely enough, it seemed that when he was in a good mood, everything else also started to improve. From then on, fish kept biting his bait. The boat captain was fishing on the side at first, but when he saw that he was catching fish while his own rod was not moving, he simply stopped fishing and came over to help.

After all, Song Ning had paid the money, and this was within the scope of his service.

"Mackerel, rockfish, squid, and red grouper, you're really lucky. This batch of fish can sell for several thousand."

The boat captain's words were somewhat tinged with envy. It wasn't that he hadn't fished before, but he had never been as lucky as these people, catching fish one after another, and almost all of them were big fish weighing over a pound; not a single one was small.

Song Ning pursed her lips and opened a bottle of water she had brought to replenish her fluids. "Well, my fishing friend said I was pretty lucky. Maybe it's because of Mazu's blessing."

Many fishermen believe in Mazu, and when he said that, the boat captain understood. "No doubt about it," he said. "You should offer Mazu some good things to thank her for the good luck she has brought you."

Song Ning nodded, "Yes."

Although he didn't believe it, since he was going to do this job, he had to have what he was supposed to have.

After catching another mackerel weighing over a pound, Song Ning swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of water, reeled in the fishing rod, and decided to quit.

The boat captain was still squatting next to him, and he looked a little anxious.

"Hey bro, aren't you going to fish anymore? You're so lucky today, you should catch a few more while you can, or you might not have another chance."

He seemed to want to personally fish for Song Ning.

Song Ning was helpless. He took another sip of water before catching his breath. "I'm out of energy. If you want to fish, go ahead."

He handed over the fishing rod, saying, "If you're interested, then you can try."

He was completely exhausted and had no strength left. His hands were shaking, and all he wanted to do was grab the braised meat that was prepared next to him and have a good meal.