Going Fishing Again

The small boat swayed gently with the ripples. The afternoon sun was a bit harsh, making one drowsy.

Feng Binbin was burying his head in his tackle box, carefully pinching up a new ball of bait. That strong artificial scent stung the nose even from a distance.

Lin Mo leaned against the boat, watching him mess around.

"Stop changing it. With your luck of catching nothing, you wouldn't catch a thing even if you used dragon liver and phoenix marrow."

"What the hell do you know!" Feng Binbin didn't even look up. "The fish in this pond have been fed so well by Ah Ka that they've become smart. They're like people, extremely picky. If you don't give them something with a strong flavor, they won't even bother to look."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist. The fishing line drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the hook landed perfectly in the intended area with a plop.

However, within Lin Mo's divine sense, the scene underwater was quite a spectacle.

A plump grass carp swam over leisurely, nudged the fragrant bait with its mouth, and then flicked its tail in disgust, turning around and leaving as if to say: Is that it?

A few small crucian carp gathered around, sniffed it, and then dispersed. Not a single one had the intention of opening its precious mouth.

"Bro, to tell you the truth, we should just change to another fish pond." Lin Mo's voice was lazy.

Lin Mo half-leaned against the boat.

"No way!" Feng Binbin flatly refused. "I'm familiar with Ah Ka. He doesn't mind me fishing here. If we go to another place and get thrown out like fish thieves, where would I put my face?"

"But you can't catch anything here at Brother Ka's place either. It's been a whole afternoon. Look in your bucket; it's cleaner than your face." Lin Mo focused on delivering a precise roast.

"Stop your nagging and shut up. Just watch me pull up a big fish for you today!"

As a result, another half hour passed.

Feng Binbin's "exclusive secret scented bait" had been changed three times, but not even a fish fry was seen.

He finally couldn't take it anymore. A wave of frustration surged up, and he forcefully shoved the fishing rod into Lin Mo's arms.

"Forget it, forget it, you do it!"

After saying that, he leaned against the side of the boat angrily, looking just like a wronged pufferfish.

Lin Mo chuckled and took the fishing rod. He glanced at the empty hook, too lazy to even attach any bait. With a gentle flick of his wrist, the hook swung leisurely into the water.

"Hey! You didn't put any bait."

"What's the rush."

Lin Mo held the rod with one hand, sitting steadily and calmly. "You don't understand. Like Jiang Taigong fishing, only those willing will take the bait."

"Understand my ass! I think you're just bored out of your mind, doing performance art here!"

Cursing and grumbling, Feng Binbin picked up another fishing rod, preparing to fight again himself.

Right at that moment, the fishing rod in Lin Mo's hand suddenly sank, and the tip of the rod instantly bent into a shocking arc!

"Buzz—" The fishing line was instantly pulled taut, making a sound of cutting through the air.

Feng Binbin's eyes almost popped out, and the movements in his hands stopped as he stared intently at Lin Mo's fishing rod, which was almost about to break.

Lin Mo was unhurried. He exerted force with his wrist and steadily began to reel in the line.

The thing underwater had quite a bit of strength.

"Holy crap! A big guy!"

Feng Binbin quickly threw down the rod in his hand and came over to help. "Steady, steady!"

The two of them struggled together for several minutes before a large black carp, nearly a meter long, was laboriously dragged out of the water. It flopped wildly in the cabin, splashing water all over them.

Feng Binbin squatted on the ground, looking at the fish that was thicker than his thigh, and then looked at Lin Mo's bare hook. He was completely dumbfounded.

He opened his mouth and, after a long while, forced out a sentence: "Are you really Jiang Taigong?"

Lin Mo put the fishing rod aside and clapped the water off his hands.

"I told you, but you didn't believe me."

For a moment, only the sound of the big fish flopping could be heard in the cabin, as Feng Binbin was still digesting this surreal scene.

However, after thinking about it, Feng Binbin turned his head and said to Lin Mo, "We have to throw the fish back. After all, this is Ah Ka's fish pond. Catching a few small fish is fine, but..."

"Sure, fishing isn't about the fish anyway." Lin Mo casually slapped the fish unconscious with one hand, then opened his phone camera and took a picture of Feng Binbin holding the fish.

"Right, right, right! Even if we don't keep the fish, we have to take a picture no matter what."

Saying that, Feng Binbin handed the fish to Lin Mo, and he also took a picture for Lin Mo.

Then he sent it to Ah Ka, along with a voice message.

"Hey, hey, caught this in your fish pond."

A reply came quickly from the other side, "Holy shit, how could there be such a huge fish in my pond."

"It's just this big. Do you want it? If not, I'll throw it back into the pond."

"Don't you fucking dare. I suspect all the fry in my pond have been eaten by it."

It could be heard that Ah Ka's tone was quite anxious.

"Alright, I'll bring it over to your house in a bit."

Black carp are carnivorous fish that eat things like snails and mussels.

But a big fish like the one Lin Mo and the others caught would probably have started eating fish fry.

For a fish pond, that was actually not a good thing.

Feng Binbin looked up and said, "We can probably keep half of this fish."

He was already thinking about how to cook this fish to make it delicious.

As if suddenly remembering something, Lin Mo spoke casually.

"By the way, I remember Uncle... is he getting out in another two years?"

Feng Binbin's thoughts were pulled back. He sat cross-legged, the shock on his face slowly fading, turning into a hint of complexity.

"Yeah, my first uncle and second uncle both told me. They're already making arrangements and have prepared quite a few businesses. When my dad gets out, he can take over directly."

"That works too."

Lin Mo nodded slightly.

Regarding this uncle's early life, he only had fragmented pieces in his memory.

The uncle had indeed made mistakes, but the main reason he missed out on the first half of Feng Binbin's life was because he took the fall for a massive scapegoat situation.

He took the blame for over a decade, wasting his years behind high walls.

After getting out, others would definitely want to compensate him, naturally arranging everything well.

Just like Tilanqiao Prison, this kind of thing wasn't uncommon in the past.

In Lin Mo's memory, after this uncle got out of prison, he went from being out of touch with society at first to eventually starting up some small businesses again by relying on his past courage and methods.

It was just that he didn't know many details.

Lin Mo reached into his pocket and fumbled around. When he took his hand out, he was holding a thick kraft paper envelope.

The envelope was bulging, and he casually handed it to Feng Binbin next to him.

"What's this?" Feng Binbin took it suspiciously. It felt heavy in his hand, which didn't feel right.

He tore open the seal and just glanced inside. The moment his fingertips touched the edge of that stack of brand-new banknotes, his wrist jerked suddenly, almost throwing the envelope away.

A thick stack of bright red bills, neatly arranged, made him dizzy.

"Steady, steady."

Lin Mo patted his back and teased, "You're a college student now, how are you still like a reckless kid with no composure."

Feng Binbin snapped back to reality, tightly gripping the envelope. His other hand fiercely grabbed Lin Mo's shoulder as he lowered his voice, looking like a thief.

"Did you go rob a bank?"