Chapter 368: Chapter 241: Snatching Food from a Shark’s Mouth

Gu Nan sent it to a small group chat with just three members: himself, Wang Junhe, and Guo Xiao.

The moment the photo appeared, the other two members immediately started a video call.

Wang Junhe: "Holy shit, what kind of grouper is that? It doesn’t look like a Giant Grouper."

Guo Xiao: "I’ve never seen one either. The only ones that grow this big are Giant Groupers, leopard coral groupers, and seven-band groupers, but it doesn’t look like any of them."

From their conversation, it was clear that this type of grouper was truly rare.

They might have recognized it at a glance when it was small, but its appearance changes drastically as it grows, so it wasn’t surprising they couldn’t identify it.

Gu Nan laughed. "Haha, it’s one of our native fish, alright. They’re just extremely rare, so you almost never see them at the market. It’s called a wide-banded grouper, or a longitudinal-banded grouper."

Wang Junhe paused. "Longitudinal-banded grouper? That can’t be right. I’ve seen one before, and it didn’t look like this... Oh, wait, I get it. Its appearance changes when it gets older, right?"

Gu Nan nodded. "Exactly. The adult fish loses its two white longitudinal bands. The markings become faint."

"You two can figure out who gets it. Whoever wants it can come to the docks to pick it up. I’m not going to deliver it to your shops."

His own seafood shop didn’t need a big fish as a showpiece anymore, so he didn’t care whether he displayed it or not.

Hearing this, Wang Junhe and Guo Xiao weren’t in a hurry to claim the fish.

"No rush. Let’s talk about it after you get back. Who knows how many other big fish you’ll end up catching? If you bring in a big haul, we won’t even need to discuss who gets what. We can just divide them up."

Gu Nan hung up, speechless. ’Geez, I was hoping to watch them fight over it, but they’re just going to wait for me instead?’

That was a little boring. Gu Nan made a cut in the fish and left it hanging to bleed out. He then went back to change his clothes and take a quick shower.

When the others finally got up around noon, he took the opportunity to show off again, patting the huge grouper as it hung on the deck.

Good thing they were out at sea. If he were on land, he would have paraded it all around Yangjiang Port.

An Jun and the others were practically numb to it by now. They woke up to find not only a two-meter-long grouper hanging on deck, but also two new crates of spiny lobsters in the livewell.

They were baffled. Catching the giant grouper could be chalked up to good luck, but how on earth did he get so many lobsters?

When they heard there was a hidden reef nearby with a shipwreck on the seafloor, and that the lobsters had been hiding inside a barrel-like object which Gu Nan had scooped up in one go, their eyes went red with envy, like a rabbit’s.

You couldn’t blame them for being jealous. A haul like this was just absurd.

If they hadn’t heard the water was forty to fifty meters deep, they would have changed into their gear on the spot to go down and get the "scraps."

But at that depth, none of them were confident they could handle it, except for Gu Nan.

Diving to a depth of forty to fifty meters requires a fair bit of technical skill.

This group could only manage about thirty meters at most, and not for very long.

After lunch, they each devoured a spiny lobster, which finally helped to quell the "red-eye disease" they’d woken up with.

An Jun was slumped on the sofa, picking his teeth with a toothpick. "So, what’s the plan for this afternoon?" he asked, his words tinged with a Northeastern accent.

Gu Nan rolled his eyes. "The plan for what? You’re from the south. Stop trying to sound like you’re from the Northeast."

"Bullshit! You sound just as much like you’re from the Northeast," An Jun retorted, indignant.

"Who says? I have a classic old-school Beijing accent!"

"Get outta here. A small-time fisherman from the frontier, and you’re pretending to be from Sijiucheng in Kyoto."

The two bickered for a while before finally getting down to business.

In truth, Gu Nan wasn’t sure what they should do that afternoon either. They could go fishing, but catching nothing but small fry was boring.

Tuna and other large fish were even more elusive; running into them was purely a matter of luck.

After a moment’s thought, Gu Nan opened his fishing club’s group chat to look for any good news.

He scrolled through, but all the good news was from a few days ago. It had been quiet recently, with no new fishing reports.

"Fellas, I’m out at fishing ground #586. Looking to catch some bluefin. Any recent news?"

The club’s private group was full of seasoned veterans, so the information here was much more reliable than in other fishing groups.

More importantly, other fishing groups mostly shared news about inshore waters; only the club chat had reports on the deep-sea fishing grounds.

Gu Nan was something of a minor celebrity in the club. He had, after all, taken first place in a previous fishing competition and even caught a record-breaking Dahuang.

His photos were up on the clubhouse wall, and many of the club’s bigwigs liked to buy fish from him. His catches were large, high-quality, and he didn’t rip people off. Who wouldn’t be a fan?

The group chat instantly lit up the moment he sent the message.

Group Member 1: "When did you head out, Boss Gu? How’s the haul? Sell me a good one when you get back, will ya?"

Gu Nan: "Sure thing. I’ll let everyone know when I’m heading back. The really big ones have already been claimed by our partners, but I’ve got plenty of fish in the ten- to twenty-pound range. One of those can make several meals. You all can come take your pick."

"Oh, right, I also have a batch of Black Perch. They’re excellent fish."

Group Member 2: "You’re a legend, Boss. Other people catch a few Black Perch at a time, but you get a whole batch. I’ll definitely be there to buy some."

A crowd of anglers—the type who loved to buy fish more than they could catch them—popped up to join the fun. These guys were serious customers, and Gu Nan was always happy to do business with them.

He didn’t add them to Yi Chen’s fish-selling groups, though. Those had been split into two: one dedicated to out-of-town customers and another for locals.

These anglers weren’t daily customers, and since space in the groups was limited, Gu Nan usually wouldn’t notify them unless he had a surplus of fish he couldn’t sell quickly.

After a while, the chatter died down, and someone reliable finally gave him a location.

It was to the east of Gu Nan’s current position, only about twenty-something nautical miles away, and it was right on a tuna migration route.

There was no guarantee of finding a school of bluefin tuna, but the odds were high he’d run into a few large ones.

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