The Top Fishing Master
Chapter 602 - 262: Fishing for Emperor Crab_2

Chapter 602: Chapter 262: Fishing for Emperor Crab_2

Lin Yang nodded his head and teased the rod as per Ivan’s instructions.

The rod was quite flexible, the water too deep, and teasing it was met with some resistance. Simple teasing didn’t reveal anything unusual.

Just when he thought he was being pranked, the tip of the rod suddenly dipped slightly as if a scarf had caught on something, giving him that kind of illusion.

This feeling was different from hooking a fish at the bottom; fish usually swim rapidly and quickly try to flee, pulling on the line, whereas now, after the dip of the rod, there was no clear feeling of the line being tugged.

"Is there resistance? You might have a crab. Try reeling in the line and see," Ivan chimed in with a timely reminder.

Lin Yang muttered to himself, worrying that the line might be snagged on the bottom. With a bit of uncertainty, he began reeling in.

Though quite heavy, it wasn’t snagged. The fishing rig was gradually pulled up by Yue Feng.

After a few minutes of winding, the fishing rig emerged from the water, revealing a monstrous Emperor Crab covered in formidable spines in front of everyone in the live stream.

"Damn, I’ve really caught one!"

Lin Yang couldn’t help but swear, then, placing his hand on the rod, he exerted force and flung the Emperor Crab onto the deck.

He had eaten this creature in high-end restaurants before, where a pound cost hundreds, and an Emperor Crab of two to three pounds would be over one thousand yuan. At the restaurant, it was usually about tasting one leg per person to experience the delicacy.

But the Emperor Crab he had caught was at least three to four pounds, and its appearance was wholly different from the processed ones he had eaten before.

When Lin Yang took the Emperor Crab out of the net to show everyone, the live stream exploded.

The Emperor Crab that was removed from the net appeared even larger than it had seemed before, its shell bristling with formidable spines. Once on the boat, it continued to wriggle. Although its movements weren’t fast, it looked ferocious and majestic.

Just this one, Lin Yang estimated, must weigh at least four pounds at a minimum.

"Wow, is this a live Emperor Crab? It looks so terrifying,"

"This thing must weigh at least four to five pounds. It’s hundreds per pound, this one alone could cost a couple thousand yuan. The host has made a big profit this time,"

"That’s not right, the Emperor Crabs I’ve seen are red. Why is the one the host caught so dark and ugly looking?"

"The guy above must be naive; haven’t you heard the saying ’with great red comes great sorrow’? Crabs naturally turn red when cooked!"

"Are you going to continue fishing? Catch more, and if you can’t eat them all, send some back to us brothers to try,"

Lin Yang glanced at the comments and said, "This should be considered a medium-sized Emperor Crab. According to Uncle Victor, this area of sea can yield individuals of around ten pounds or even larger. We’ve had a good start. Let’s not be idle. Continue fishing – this is quite interesting."

After showing off, he simply rearranged the net and then continued to cast the fishing rig into the water.

After quickly getting used to the net fishing method, he soon became adept at it.

Uncle Victor and Ivan hadn’t exaggerated at all; the density of Emperor Crabs in this area was immense. On average, he was able to catch an Emperor Crab every five minutes or less.

Forget about using crab pots – even if three people each had a rod, in just half an hour, they could catch enough for everyone in the camp to have more than they could eat in one meal.

Initially, Lin Yang treated each catch with care, placing them into the basket, afraid they’d escape. After a while, he shed this smallholder mindset. He started to be choosy about the Emperor Crabs he caught, casually throwing back the ones that were too small or not fat enough, without any guilt.

After working for about an hour or so, Lin Yang’s basket was filled with more than ten Emperor Crabs. After tossing a few back into the water, the viewers made various comments.

"Damn, what kind of pickiness is this? Throwing them back just because they’re small? The viewers in the live stream don’t mind the size,"

"Exactly, they’d be over two pounds each. A crab that size would cost over eight hundred yuan in our local restaurant. You’re being too wasteful, host,"

"Fishing for crabs is so thrilling. I wonder how many you could catch with the crab pots. Host, can you talk about how much a fishing trip to Russia costs? Just for these Emperor Crabs, the trip seems worth it. If I went, I’d eat them as my main meal."

Lin Yang laughed, packed up the fishing rig, and answered, "Coming from China to Russia, a week’s trip costs about thirty thousand yuan, including airfare, accommodation, and various expenses for the journey. If anyone in the live stream wants to come for a visit, we can organize a private group. I’ll pass Uncle Victor’s contact information to the group leader so Uncle Victor can give you a discount."

Hearing it would cost thirty thousand yuan for a trip, the viewers who were initially eager immediately lost their enthusiasm.

"Damn, thirty thousand yuan for a week would cost me half a year’s salary. I can’t bear to spend that much!"

"If there’s enough Emperor Crab, it’s not expensive. Those weighing four to five jin each would cost a few thousand yuan. Just eating ten or eight of them and you’ll have gotten your money’s worth."

"Anyone keen to go, count me in. The resources in this place are just too rich."

"I want to go too. How about we create a group? We can discuss it privately."

"Ok for the one above!"

Lin Yang: "Going abroad for a fishing trip is not a trivial matter. Everyone should measure their strength and not make a decision on impulse. Hey, Uncle Victor, quite a few fans in the live stream are thinking about organizing a group to visit our camp."

Upon hearing Lin Yang drumming up business for him, Uncle Victor instantly grinned broadly: "Welcome friends from China to visit Russia. As long as you mention Lin Yang’s name, you’ll get VIP treatment here, just like the unlimited supply of Emperor Crab we had today for our guests."

The mention of an unlimited supply immediately stirred up the water friends.

"Uncle Victor is mighty!"

"So extravagant, eat as you please, unlimited supply, mom, I want to go abroad to eat Emperor Crab."

"Eat, the big ones! Is two enough? Enough, thanks, mom."

"Damn, you simpleton above, why are you using voice messages?"

"Hurry and group up, we’ve got fish and Emperor Crab to eat, a week’s trip for just thirty thousand yuan, it’s not expensive."

...

After some casual chatting, the fishing boat had returned to the initial location where they placed the crab cages. From a distance, they could already see the white buoy markers of the crab cages. Before they realized it, the boat had come back.

Uncle Victor brought the boat to a stop next to the buoy, and then called Ivan over to the side of the boat.

Just as Lin Yang was about to lend a hand, Uncle Victor stopped him.

"The crab cages are too heavy, just watch from the side. The two of us will pull up the cages." Uncle Victor said.

"Alright."

Lin Yang nodded in agreement, but privately he wasn’t convinced. It was just a crab cage. He had helped lower it earlier; how heavy could it be?

However, as the rope was hauled in bit by bit, he soon realized it was not as simple as he thought.

Uncle Victor and Ivan both had the sturdy, muscular build typical of Russian men, at least a size larger than Lin Yang, but as they pulled in the cage, they didn’t seem as relaxed as when they’d dropped it in.

In fact, Lin Yang could see a slight tremble in Ivan’s thick thighs.

Fortunately, the rope soon reached its end, and with a shout in unison, Uncle Victor and Ivan managed to drag the first crab cage onto the boat with difficulty.

The moment Lin Yang saw the crab cage, he was taken aback.

Damn, a cage less than one meter tall, and at least half of it was crammed with Emperor Crabs.

The Emperor Crabs left in the basket after selecting the catch looked insignificant compared to those in the cage.

"Holy crap, this many?"

"Such a huge cage and it’s half full of crabs, how much does that weigh?"

"At the very least, it must be dozens or even a hundred crabs. With each weighing three jin, that’s a few hundred jin in weight. Didn’t you see Uncle Victor and Ivan’s hands shaking while they were pulling in the rope just now?"

"Holy shit! They caught so many!"

In one crab cage, by the most conservative estimate, there had to be at least two hundred jin of Emperor Crab. The crabs were piled on top of each other in a dense heap, enough to make anyone with a fear of clusters feel their scalp tingle and heart race.

"Don’t just stand there, dump the crabs out of the cage, and keep only the biggest ones, return the smaller ones to the water."

Uncle Victor called out, bending over to get busy at the task.