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Does Chapter 136 mean they refuse to give in?
Does Chapter 136 mean they refuse to give in?
The two old men sat comfortably on their fishing platform. Yu Huan, having sat on the small stool for a long time, felt uncomfortable all over, so he stood up with his hands on his hips and stretched his muscles.
In no time, Grandpa Yu caught three Osaka carp in a row, his movements swift and fluid.
Seeing this, Yu Huan remained silent, suggested hanging it up with a line, and decisively poured half of the Osaka crucian carp from the fish basket into Lao Xu's fish basket.
Seeing this, Old Xu, who had only caught a few fish, decisively asked Grandpa Yu for some bait.
After baiting the hook and casting the line, Lao Xu bent down on the bank and carefully washed his hands. The stench of this stuff was much more disgusting than the fishy smell of earthworms.
Just a short while after sitting back down at his fishing spot, the float suddenly sank, and Lao Xu immediately gripped the rod to set the hook.
After sensing by touch that the fish weighed at most half a pound, Lao Xu sat on a small stool and, without hesitation, pulled it out of the water. Looking at the lively Osaka carp on the shore, he exclaimed, "Brother Yu, your dough bait is indeed better than earthworms."
Grandpa Yu smiled and said, "My bait is best suited for cold weather with low temperatures. It contains earthworm powder and shrimp powder, mixed with mutton fat. It's fishy, attractive, and fragrant. Every cast involves replenishing the bait in small amounts. When the fishing is good, catching fish one after another is not a problem."
As Old Xu took down his fishing rod, he asked curiously, "Brother Yu, do you live around here?"
Grandpa Yu shook his head and said, "No, my home is in Huachun Town in the county, about ten kilometers from here. Usually, the two of us only come here to fish when my grandson comes back." He paused and added, "Oh, that little devil only comes back once every two months."
Old Xu said with some regret, "Really? I was thinking of inviting you fishing with me when I had some free time."
The two old men's conversation drifted gently on the breeze and reached the ears of the bearded man and the little tyrant not far away.
It was a rustling sound, but I couldn't hear it very clearly.
The burly man with stubble watched enviously as they kept catching fish, while he paled in comparison, and felt increasingly frustrated.
He couldn't understand why, with the same fishing rod, others could easily catch fish, laughing and catching so many that their baskets were overflowing, while he had been here for an hour or so and hadn't seen a single fish.
Standing next to the burly man with stubble, Little Tyrant could only watch from the sidelines, as he had no fishing rod. Compared to the burly man's limited knowledge, he knew absolutely nothing about fishing.
He looked down and watched the stubble-faced man anxiously changing earthworms, but still no fish took the bait, and he felt anxious.
If these guys don't catch any fish and go home empty-handed, then he'll be in big trouble.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he remembered what Yu Huan had said before. He quickly said to the stubble-faced man, "Brother, my classmate said his place is good!"
"Good spot? Does that mean there are lots of fish over there?" The stubble-faced man slapped his thigh as he sat on a stool, suddenly perking up: "Then you'd better hurry up and tell your classmate to make room for us."
"what?"
Little Tyrant's heart sank, and he immediately regretted bringing it up. He had originally intended for his friend to move a little further over, and he hesitated before saying:
“My classmate came with his grandfather, who used to be a junior and senior high school principal. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate to go over there and kick them out?”
The stubble-faced man scoffed: "So what if he's the principal? You're out in the workforce now, are you going to be afraid of a teacher hitting your hand?"
As he spoke, he took out a pack of soft blue Furongwang cigarettes from his shirt pocket and handed it to Xiao Bawang: "Here, take a pack of cigarettes and tell them to move. Go get two more packs from my car, I'm going to give some to Brother Da Wu and the others later."
Little Tyrant took the cigarette, but his heart was filled with unease.
Seeing that the little tyrant was hesitant, the stubble-faced man impatiently urged, "What are you still standing there for? Brother Da Wu and the others are coming soon. Hurry up and go make room for your classmate!"
Hearing the undeniable authority in her words, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards Yu Huan.
The little tyrant felt uneasy, and each step he took was heavy. He knew clearly that even if Yu Huan agreed to give up her seat out of consideration for their friendship, she would definitely be unhappy.
He knew that Yu Huan was doing very well now and even drove a BMW. Whether he smoked or not was another matter, but Yu Huan didn't care about the cost of a pack of cigarettes. Wouldn't doing this be an obvious way of offending someone?
Little Tyrant slowly walked to Yu Huan's side, slightly raised his head, and looked at his profile.
He vividly remembered that when Yu Huan was running laps in junior high school, he always had to stand in the front row because he was relatively short. He never imagined that Yu Huan would grow so tall and strong now, as if he had been fertilized.
When he was face to face with Yu Huan, he had to look up.
He swallowed hard and said, "Yu Huan, could you, Principal Yu, and that old man give us some seats? A few of my buddies are coming over to fish later."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan couldn't help but frown.
He turned his head, slightly raised his chin towards the stubble-faced man's fishing spot, and said, "Why don't you just sit over there? There are plenty of seats over there."
Xiao Bawang hurriedly handed the soft blue Hibiscus King fish to Yu Huan, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, and whispered, "It's easier to catch fish here. We're classmates, so please help me out."
“If it were just my grandfather, that would be fine.” Yu Huan quickly put her hands in her pockets, refusing the cigarette, and subtly reminded him, “This old man, even if you brought ten cartons of cigarettes, you couldn’t get him to come. Do you understand what I mean?”
What a joke!
Director Xu was having a great time fishing, and you came over to give him a pack of cigarettes and send him away. Isn't that a clear sign that you don't treat Director Xu like a cadre?
Having met with a rebuff, the arrogant young man hesitated for a moment. Since he had already offended them, he braced himself and continued, "Yu Huan, it's not that I'm forcing you to move, but my buddy asked me to come over. They're not ordinary people, you understand what I mean?"
Yu Huan was speechless as the other person countered with his own words.
This junior high classmate is so insensible; he can't understand what people are saying.
Behind them, Brother Chen had just snagged a bottom hook, losing a jig head, and was coming over to re-bait. Seeing Yu Huan and Little Tyrant stuck there, he approached and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Yu Huan said, turning around.
As the three were talking, the burly, bearded man who had been so arrogant in front of the Little Tyrant was now getting up and offering a cigarette to a portly, overweight middle-aged man.
The burly man with stubble asked, "Brother Jun, where's Brother Da Wu?"
The overweight middle-aged man casually tossed down two fishing tackle bags on either side and reached out to catch the cigarette.
The stubble-bearded man hurriedly bent down to light a fire for him.
The overweight middle-aged man exhaled a large puff of smoke: "Brother Da Wu and his wife are just taking a quick break in the back, they'll be right there."
After saying that, he squatted down and was about to untie the fishing gear bag.
"Brother Jun, we're not fishing here." The stubble-faced man pointed to where Yu Huan and the others were: "That's a better spot!"
Upon hearing this, the overweight middle-aged man looked up with some confusion and asked, "Is it snagling on the bottom here or what?"
The stubble-faced man had no idea about whether something was hanging on the bottom or not; he simply repeated confidently, "That side is better. I asked my brother to take a pack of cigarettes over and ask them to move it, but they haven't moved it in ages, and it seems like they don't want to."
The overweight middle-aged man looked in the direction the stubble-bearded man was pointing and immediately saw the stalemate.
He frowned, stood up, walked over, and patted Brother Chen on the shoulder: "Brother, could you please make room for us?"
As he spoke, he took the cigarette from Xiao Bawang's hand and was about to stuff it into Brother Chen's pocket.
Chen hadn't uttered a word all afternoon, feeling quite depressed. Hearing this, he felt like he was being targeted. He flicked his cigarette away, turned his head, and glanced at him sideways, saying, "Give me a seat? Huiwan is so big, can't you find a place yourselves?"
The middle-aged man's smile froze, and he stuffed the cigarette into his pocket, clearly not wanting to give it away.
He spoke slowly, his voice tinged with anger: "Speaking so aggressively, does that mean you're not willing to give in?"
After saying that, he grabbed the lure rod from Brother Chen's hand without hesitation and threw it into the river.
With a "plop," the lure rod gradually drifted away from the shore.
The little tyrant, who had been trying to persuade him, suddenly felt his eyes twitch. He wondered how his casual remark had escalated the situation so much.
Brother Chen was also stunned when he saw this. To be honest, it was the first time he had ever met someone who dared to be so arrogant to him.
He glanced at Yu Huan, saw Yu Huan's speechless expression, and then looked back at Old Xu who was serving the fish.
His face immediately darkened, and he said with an air of authority, "Let's talk things out. Don't bother the adults in my family, or I'm afraid you won't be able to take responsibility."
The most crucial thing is that if I lose face in front of Yu Huan, can I tolerate that?
Upon hearing this, the overweight middle-aged man stepped forward and was about to shove him.
Yu Huan quickly reached out and pressed against the middle-aged man's chest: "Buddy, let's talk this out, don't fight."
Seeing that something was wrong, Old Master Yu also came over and caught sight of the stubble-bearded man carrying a small metal stool, walking briskly towards them with an aggressive air.
He quickly said in a gentle voice, "What's wrong with you young people? Why are you arguing over nothing?"
The burly man with stubble stood to the side, holding a small stool, coldly observing how things would unfold. He was ready to take a picture at any moment.
The overweight middle-aged man chuckled, then turned to see a gentle old man with a calm expression speaking. He suppressed his anger and did not immediately lash out.
Just as he was about to respond, a deep, hoarse voice came from not far away, breaking the brief silence.
"Xiao Jun, what happened?"
Everyone turned around at the sound.
A tall, middle-aged man, as large as a tree, was leading a voluptuous woman toward them. The man was burly, even larger than Yu Huan, and had an indifferent expression.
"Brother Wu!"
"Hello, Brother Wu!"
When Little Tyrant saw his brother and Brother Jun, they both greeted them in unison, and he hurriedly nodded and bowed, saying, "Hello, Brother Wu!"
However, when Brother Wu got closer and saw Brother Chen's face clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and his expression instantly became enthusiastic.
"Director Chen, what a coincidence! You're fishing here too?" Brother Wu quickened his pace and walked over, his tone revealing an undisguised eagerness.
(End of this chapter)