Catch the sea: start with a sand shovel and take over the entire beach

At sea, Zhao Ping and Lao Mao were very depressed. They set out early in the morning and set out the net at 11 o'clock.

Zhao Qin was not on the boat. They strictly pulled the net every three hours, so they collected the first net at 2 o'clock. When they came to the net and saw the empty net bag, everyone had a very bad feeling.

This net only contains some miscellaneous fish and shrimps, which are worth about five to six thousand yuan. For an ordinary trawler, such a harvest is considered normal.

But for them, it seems like they are losing money if they don’t have a ton of overseas goods.

This reminded them of the time when Zhao Qin didn't follow. Everyone looked at each other with disappointment on their faces. Could it be that as long as Zhao Qin didn't follow, they would gain nothing?

"The water in the first net is shallow, so it's normal if there are no seafood." Zhao Ping comforted him.

"Yes, it's normal to have an empty network. I have to work for several days this time." Lao Mao followed suit.

Everyone knows that their boat is very evil anyway. Whose trawler can encounter schools of fish in every net, and there are also so many weird and good things that they can also encounter.

I have never heard of a company whose fishing boat can earn millions of dollars per trip, and more than once. As long as Ah Qin follows, it happens almost every time.

At first they didn't think much about it, but now, it's impossible not to think about it. If they can't understand it, I guess Aqin himself can't explain it.

In the end, everyone agreed that Aqin was a person blessed by Mazu, so he was incredibly lucky.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the second network came up. When they saw the situation on the network, everyone sighed together again. It was a little better than the previous network, but it was not much better.

The total amount was only over 400 kilograms of seafood, and it was not very valuable.

Depressing!

Not to mention other people, even Zhao Ping and Lao Mao had bitter expressions on their faces and could no longer say anything to comfort others.

"Aping, what should we do?" The two of them discussed in the wheelhouse.

"What else can I do with my homework? Ah Qin will be even busier in the future. We can't expect him to follow us every time."

The old cat sighed bitterly, took out a cigarette and gave it to Ah Ping, and lit one himself, "I know, even if we keep getting this reward, we won't be able to explain it to Ah Qin when we go back."

"Brother Cat, don't think too much, just put the net down again."

Old Mao nodded and left the wheelhouse to arrange for people to launch the net.

After the net was lowered into the sea, Ah He sat on the deck. Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, he talked about the previous trip to the sea with Zhao Qin.

"My brother is very lucky. Anyway, as long as I follow him to the sea, I will definitely gain something.

Just dig up razor clams, earth dragons, etc., and you will find a lot of them. "

Ajie thought of Zhao Qin's income from the four floor cages that he randomly placed in his home, and he agreed with Ahe's statement.

A Ce was puzzled: "What about you going to sea alone?"

Ah He sighed and said, "I tried it too, but the result is that I can only crack some oysters or catch two stone crabs, but I can't touch the valuable goods at all. My brother said that he is the son of luck."

"What should we do? Let's go back and pick up Brother Aqin?" Ace asked again.

Of course, no one answered his question. After a while, Zhu Zhu said, "We can't let Ah Qin follow him every time."

Because of a bad start, Achen cooked dinner very perfunctorily. Everyone lost their previous good appetite. The whole ship was quiet, and they were no longer interested in chatting.

At 8:30, Zhao Ping informed everyone again to start the network with a feeling of anxiety.

When he saw the swollen net bag, Zhao Ping almost cried with joy. Everyone cheered together. The long-lost harvest came again.

The original low-spirited mood was swept away, and everyone kept spitting out the words "fuck you, Selin's mother". It seemed that otherwise it was not enough to vent the previously suppressed emotions in their hearts.

"Brother Cat, if you pull the rope, it must be a good product."

When the net rope was untied, the fish clattered onto the deck.

"Good fish, all of them are red tigers." Zhuzi exclaimed with uncontrollable joy.

Lao Mao and Zhao Ping were not too excited, they just let out a long sigh of relief. It was okay, okay, and finally returned to normal.

……

Zhao Qin naturally didn't know everything that happened at sea, so he went to bed very early at night.

He was going to the city early the next morning and had made an appointment with Mr. Ye and the others, planning to register his name for the competition first.

The place was in a hotel lobby somewhere in the city. When they arrived, they found it was quite lively. There was a banner hanging at the door, which said the registration office for the first Dawa Cup fishing event.

"Dawa, do you know?" Mr. Zhao asked.

Zhao Qin nodded. He had been a senior fishing enthusiast in his previous life and was familiar with several fishing rod brands. Naturally, he was no stranger to Dawa being among the top five.

Of course, I only know that it seems to be a Japanese company.

When he arrived at the registration point, he unexpectedly saw the man in a plaid shirt from the port city who had accompanied Gojo before. He was talking and laughing with Zhao Jibei. It seemed that the relationship had been maintained well during this period.

When Zhao Jibei saw that it was Zhao Qin who was coming, he narrowed his eyes and stepped forward to greet him, "Hey, Lao Liu and Lao Ye, are you planning to sign up to play too?"

"How can such a thing happen without us?" When Mr. Liu said this, he deliberately moved a step closer to Zhao Qin, hinting to Zhao Jibei not to mess around on this occasion.

Zhao Jibei looked at Zhao Qin with a smile, "Little brother, what a coincidence, we meet again."

"What a coincidence, Mr. Zhao. Are you planning to immigrate?"

"What kind of immigrants should I immigrate to?" Zhao Jibei was a little confused by what he said.

"Oh, I saw you hanging around that little Japan every day, and I thought you wanted to immigrate."

Zhao Jibei's face darkened, but he smiled again after a moment: "Little brother is really good at joking, I have to go and do some work beforehand."

After turning around and walking away, he came back to the plaid shirt and whispered something.

"Don't pay attention to him. Some people sell their parents to make money." Lao Ye patted Zhao Qin on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's sign up first."

Zhao Qin smiled and went to the registration point first, but when he got there, he took the initiative to step aside and let Mr. Ye and the others sign up first.

After they finished signing up, he stepped forward and first signed up to participate in boat fishing.

Then came the fishing competition. After he finished reporting his name, he glanced at Zhao Jibei not far away. Suddenly, his mind moved and he reported his eldest brother's name again.

After paying, several people had lunch together.

"Lao Qian won't participate?" Qian Kun didn't come today, and Mr. Liu curiously mentioned it during the meal.

"Maybe I'm afraid I won't have time by then." Zhao Qin replied.

After the meal, Zhao Qin drove back to town again and went directly to Qian Kun's home.

"Aqin, how is the situation over there?"

"I told my friend, and the other party also spread the word that the ship would be included in the crime tool. I guess Li Bin will be even more anxious now. By the way, where are you?"

"There hasn't been any movement yet, but I'm worried that Li Bin will contact the people in Fujian Province and Xiamen City. Have you investigated?"

"I asked someone to ask, but there is no news yet. Maybe tomorrow. If there is no news, I will call and ask."

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PS: Unknowingly, this book already has 500 chapters. Some friends who are reading along feel that the style has changed later.

There's nothing we can do about it. Plots at sea will always fall into a cycle. I'd rather write about such a cycle, because it doesn't require much use of my brain.

But this book is probably about to end, haha.

There are only two chapters today. I promised to stop drinking, but yesterday my friend came over and drank so much that my head felt like it was going to explode in the morning.