75: First night fishing

It's quite funny, all three of them coincidentally didn't drive here.

That's perfect! How great would it be to take the boat back together!

Zhang Jun and Yang Qi didn't have driver's licenses, so they stayed in the cockpit, watching Zhang Fei drive the boat.

Zhang Fei looked at the fuel gauge and, instead of heading back to town immediately, drove straight out to sea.

The economic speed was 20 knots, then he directly accelerated to the maximum speed of 25 knots.

(Actually, esteemed readers, don't think 25 knots is slow. It's equivalent to 46 to 47 kilometers per hour, which is not slow for a boat.)

Midway, he even let Yang Qi and Zhang Jun take over and drive for a short while.

Now, Zhang Jun's interest was piqued.

"Third Brother, sign me up when we get back. I want to get a license too. It feels pretty cool!"

When the three returned to Zhang Fei's training center, Yang Qi was found a good spot.

The staff were arranged to handle the formalities. Yang Qi paid for half a year upfront, and another 30,000 yuan was spent.

Zhang Jun really did sign up for a license, also going straight for an A1F.

Yang Qi insisted on treating them to a meal. At the Maritime Safety Administration, Zhang Long was a public servant, so under normal circumstances, it wasn't good for him to eat with them.

Now, with only the 'social idlers' left, there weren't as many scruples. Chen Tianming was called, and the four of them had a meal together.

This time, none of them vied with Yang Qi to pay.

Today was considered a good day for Yang Qi, so Young Master Yang paid the bill.

After the dinner party, Yang Qi drove his minivan back to the village from Chen Tianming's place.

Lying in bed, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He thought about the changes he had undergone during this period.

In just over two months, he had gone from having nothing to owning a villa, and today, a large fishing boat.

Everything was because he had obtained the golden finger.

From the moment he met Zhang Jun, he had made rapid progress, and his life could be said to have completely changed.

At the same time, he felt the burden on his shoulders growing heavier. Aside from the one million he owed Zhang Jun...

His daily and monthly expenses were now very high.

Just the berthing fee alone was 60,000 yuan a year.

His boat's fuel tank held 6,000 liters, and just filling it once cost over 40,000 yuan.

"Oh my! The pressure is immense!"

"Make money, make money!"

"How can one indulge in sleep while alive? Eternal slumber awaits after death!"

Get up, go make money!

Thinking about the large sum he still owed, Yang Qi could no longer sleep.

He got up, got dressed, and drove towards the village pier.

He arrived at the pier in a few minutes. Old Man Bai was watching TV in his small house.

Yang Qi chatted with the old man for a few moments, left a pack of cigarettes, and then carried his fishing gear onto the boat.

"This kid is quite perceptive and hardworking. Really good."

The old man watched Yang Qi's departing back and said with a smile.

"Be careful, don't go too far!"

The old man's shout came from behind Yang Qi.

"Got it!" Yang Qi's reply echoed from afar.

He slowly maneuvered the boat away from the pier and into the open sea.

The night sea was pitch black, like a deep abyss, opening its maw as if to swallow everything within.

But Yang Qi, relying on his ability, could still see the seabed. In his ability's vision, small fish darting around were still very clear.

"As expected!"

This reassured Yang Qi. He used to worry about not being able to see at night. Now, he saw there was no difference from daytime.

After about an hour, Yang Qi drove the boat to a spot where a school of Grouper was located and stopped.

Beneath this spot was a coral reef, surrounded by sandy bottom, with occasional scattered small rock piles. Not far away, there was also the hull of a dilapidated sunken ship.

The fish resources nearby were still very abundant.

Here, Yang Qi not only saw a school of Grouper but also found many crabs, lobsters, and other things.

"This is definitely a good place to set crab traps!"

Yang Qi marked this location on his map. He planned to come back and set traps after the fishing season opened.

Yang Qi turned his gaze towards the school of Grouper.

This school of Grouper was actually quite interesting; they weren't staying in the coral reef or rock piles. Instead, they were gathered around the decaying sunken ship.

They must have made this sunken ship their home.

Yang Qi only noticed this ship when he first discovered the school of Grouper.

The small hull lay on the seabed, and its shape didn't resemble an ancient shipwreck. It looked to be about ten meters long.

It was covered in mud and sand, making it appear even more dilapidated, with some areas overgrown with unknown seaweeds.

From Yang Qi's vision, he saw that near the ship's hold, there were dense clusters of Grouper.

The smallest individuals weighed around 3 jin. Each one was agile, swimming around. A few were even darting in and out of the ship's hold.

"Holy cow, that Grouper is huge, at least 25 jin, definitely. It should be a Tiger Grouper. Let's see how I'll get you up later!"

Yang Qi took out two antarctic shrimp bricks, didn't bother to thaw them with water, and directly dropped them whole. The distance was also slightly away from the sunken ship.

Indeed, as the antarctic shrimp bricks sank to the bottom, the fish school went wild, chasing after them to snatch food. However, the whole shrimp bricks were hard to bite, so they could only pick up crumbs.

Yang Qi assembled his boat rod, using a single hook this time. This was to avoid startling other fish if a multi-hook rig caught one.

After baiting with Shrimp, Yang Qi cast the bait to the chumming spot.

Only then did he have time to carefully observe the sunken ship wedged between several large rocks.

The ship should be an iron fishing boat from over a decade ago. He initially had a little fantasy, what if it was an ancient ship? Then couldn't he salvage some antique porcelain, gold and silver jewelry, and the like?

But now, looking at those fishing boats that were clearly of modern craftsmanship, his fantasy was inevitably shattered.

What good things could be on a fishing boat! Even if there were some valuable items, as long as the people were safe when the ship sank, they would try to take them away.

This couldn't help but make Yang Qi think of another way to make money. With his ability to ignore water pressure and breathe freely underwater...

If he really discovered a sunken ship, wouldn't that be a sure thing, easily within his grasp?

"It seems I need to pay more attention to such things when going out to sea in the future!" Yang Qi thought to himself.

Searching for sunken ships has always been a source of endless enjoyment for some people at sea. Some individuals and even companies have made it their profession.

After all, finding a valuable sunken ship means immense wealth.

Although there are clear regulations in China prohibiting individual salvage.

However, in this regard, the government might not necessarily be able to outperform certain individuals.

It's like the Tomb Raiders in tomb-raiding novels. Those experts and professors painstakingly investigate everywhere, checking material everywhere, but still can't find the location of the tomb.

Yet, those tomb raiders can find them with uncanny accuracy. The key is that they steal everything from the tomb, and others don't even know. They are simply more expert than experts.