As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up-Chapter 94 - : Lobster Platter

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Lobster Platter

As for the reason it left a deep impression, it was because this fish was known as a “gender changing fish,” capable of changing its own gender.

Whenever a female Golden Yellow Pout grew to a critical size, intense changes would occur inside its body.

Under the influence of a special enzyme within its body, its female hormones would cease to secrete, male hormones would surge and start circulating within its body continuously.

Then, within just a few months, it would transform into a male fish, and its body size would increase, with delicious lumps of flesh growing on its head and chin.

In other words, each Golden Yellow Pout, after its mother had tired of giving birth, would suddenly become tempestuous, forcibly change its own gender, indicating it wanted other fish to reproduce too!

It could be both mother and father!

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If Elephant Country could research this gender transformation technology, their nation’s “little sisters” wouldn’t have to suffer so much!

But what thrilled Chu Mingcheng even more was that this type of fish seemed to sell for a high price in his hometown.

He had seen in Lu Zheqiang’s information that this type of fish here, or in Fusheng, only cost about a hundred, and at most about two hundred yuan per pound.

But in many places in Zhe Province, the price almost doubled.

With these two fish added, the weight Chu Mingcheng carried had reached over sixty pounds.

Fortunately, seawater provided buoyancy, helping to alleviate some of the weight.

He began swimming back, signaling the crew to call the boat over to take him back to the Sky first.

When the crewman saw the fish in his hands, he asked subconsciously, “What time is it now?”

Chu Mingcheng was puzzled but still checked his diving watch, “It’s exactly two in the afternoon, why do you ask?”

“So you mean to say, you caught this many premium fish in just one hour?”

“Yeah, is there a problem with that?”

“Impressive, brother, I’ve truly never seen anyone fish as skillfully as you.”

Chu Mingcheng pulled at the corner of his mouth. From what he had shown so far, there were many who were more skilled than he was.

But skilled fishing experts all had teams, setting out to sea in groups they had organized themselves.

It was rare for someone to run onto such a large fishing vessel alone and choose to fish; it was normal that the crewman hadn’t seen it before.

He laughed but did not address the question. Instead, he returned to shore with the crewman, who then used a walkie-talkie left there to call the boat over.

After waiting about ten minutes, a boat without tourists, driven by another crewman, came over and took them back to the Sky.

The spot where the Sky was moored wasn’t a good fishing spot. Thus, apart from some who went trolling, most were lying in their rooms conserving energy, waiting for the next fishing spot to continue the battle.

Chu Mingcheng had the crewman save the fish first, then brought over a fish guard.

Concerned that he hadn’t explained himself plainly to him, he didn’t mind so much if it affected the trolling time.

Trolling might not work today, but he could try again the day after tomorrow; however, the chance to fish for lobsters was just this once.

He returned to his room, cut a thirty-meter segment of No. 8 carbon fiber line, then took out some No. 5 sleeve hooks to tie on it, securing three hooks in total.

He also added a lead sinker to prevent the bait from being carried away by the current once it hit the water.

After making one fishing line, he prepared another as a spare.

For bait, he cut mackerel into small pieces and also brought some Antarctic Shrimp Bait.

All the lobsters were gathered together; if he went in directly to catch them, he figured he could only catch two or three, and the rest would definitely escape.

But fishing was different, it wasn’t easy to accidentally alert others; at least they would wait until most of the lobsters were not biting before trying to catch them directly.

All prepared, he and the boatman returned to the original spot and entered the water.

Ideally, it would have been best to stop a boat directly above the lobster den to fish, but renting a small boat for his personal use would incur an additional charge, and the price was exorbitant, so Chu Mingcheng gave up on that idea.

He preferred to go through a bit of trouble himself rather than be bled dry by the boat owner.

Arriving at the approximate water depth, Chu Mingcheng quickly spotted the “Boss Flower.” He gave one of the spare fishing lines to the boatman to hold and attached mackerel meat to the other line, then dove into the water to find the right position.

He placed the bait next to the hole, holding the other end of the line in his hand as he released it gradually while swimming to the surface.

Until his whole body was face down, floating on the surface, breathing through the snorkel.

Mimao Lobster was different from Boston Lobster; it lacked claws, and it would bite the bait directly with its mouth, so hooking one was guaranteed.

Lobsters with claws would first use their claws to clamp on the prey, and there was a certain chance they would let go when you tried to catch them, making their catch rate lower than that of clawless lobsters.

After two or three minutes, a Mimao Lobster was attracted by the bait. Its antennae on top of its head constantly moving up and down, it slowly crawled out of its hiding spot.

But it wasn’t the only one attracted; following the leader, another one came out soon after.

Chu Mingcheng, holding the line in his hand, was ready. As soon as the first Mimao Lobster bit the hook bait and felt the pain and retraced, he immediately pulled the line back.

The Mimao Lobster had no strength to resist and was gradually pulled to the water surface bit by bit.

Chu Mingcheng grabbed the lobster by the back to inspect it, a substantial Mimao Lobster indeed, weighing around two pounds, incomparable to the previous Green Lobsters he had caught.

After removing the sleeve hook from the lobster’s mouth, seeing that the fish meat was badly bitten, he reluctantly handed the lobster to the boatman and hooked another piece of fish meat.

The boatman, surprised, took the lobster from his hands and then placed it inside the fish protector.

All this time, he had been wondering what Chu Mingcheng was aiming to do with such a fishing line, contemplating whether it was for catching some specific type of fish, but didn’t expect it to be for lobsters.

This one Mimao Lobster could fetch 500 yuan on the market, roughly 250 yuan per pound.

And previously, Chu Mingcheng had seen that the cave was full of antennae, indicating there were at least a dozen more inside.

With one successful experience under his belt, catching lobsters became very smooth.

Although some lobsters were too frightened to come out, within an hour, he still managed to catch thirteen Mimao Lobsters.

Among them, eight were over one and a half pounds, and five were significantly smaller.

But without a scale, Chu Mingcheng did not weigh them; he simply released them all back into the water.

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However, the efficiency of continued lobster fishing decreased significantly afterward; in half an hour, he only managed to catch two more, one of which was too small and was released, likely because the lobsters below had become wary or he had nearly caught them all.

Chu Mingcheng entered the water again, but this time he wasn’t placing bait but looked into the crevices.

He discovered there were still many lobsters hiding inside, seemingly aware of the trap and reluctant to come out.

Since that was the case, he had no choice but to try catching them with his bare hands.

Finding his target, Chu Mingcheng directly reached in. The Mimao Lobsters, sensing danger, either hid or scrambled out of the crevices and fled.

However, he still managed to catch one that didn’t escape in time, pulled it out to find it was quite large, and first placed it into the small net he carried on himself and then moved on to catch others that hadn’t escaped.

In the end, he caught three more, and with the diving time already at two and a half hours, he decided to end his hunting activity for the day and swam back to the surface.

In one and a half hours, he had caught a total of thirteen Mimao Lobsters, each weighing over one and a half pounds, not much different from the first one he had caught.

He released all that were slightly smaller, otherwise, he could have caught over twenty lobsters today.