Having returned to the shore, Lin Yang placed his belongings on his electric scooter and rode ho.
When he passed through the town's streets, he made another stop at the vegetable market, planning to sell the Crucian Carp he had caught that morning.
That morning, he had caught a total of about twelve or thirteen pounds of Crucian Carp, most of them weighing around 200 to 300 grams. He sold the fish to an old lady who ran a seafood stall at the market.
Initially, he asked for 20 dollars per pound, which was roughly the going rate for wild Crucian Carp, but the old lady, seeing his young age, started the bargaining at 10 dollars.
After so negotiation, they settled at 15 dollars per pound. Lin Yang sold ten pounds, planning to take the remaining few nearly half-pound Big Plate Crucian Carps ho for himself to eat.
With another 150 dollars in hand, clutching two bills, Lin Yang humd a tune as he sped ho on his scooter.
By the ti he got ho,
his parents had already finished lunch and, instead of napping today, were sitting in the courtyard each fiddling with their cell phones.
Seeing Lin Yang return, Old Lin got up, walked over with a smile, and said, "Well done, son. Your mom and I were both watching your livestream today."
"Your mom didn't believe the money was from livestreaming, and she insisted on watching you livestream."
Lin Yang shook his head helplessly upon hearing his dad's words, "You believe it now, don't you?"
"We believe it, we believe it, our son is making his way in the world," his mom said, giving Old Lin a look as if to say, 'That's why you should have listened to our son.'
"By the way, I saw you caught a lot of Crucian Carp today, why did you only bring so few back?" Old Lin, standing beside the electric scooter and looking into the fish keep, asked curiously.
"Oh, I sold the other Crucian Carps in town on my way back, look, 150 dollars!" Lin Yang said as he pulled out the two bills from his pocket.
"Wow, look at you, son. Now you're even a businessman, more capable than your dad," Old Lin said, his face turning red as he listened to his wife teasing him.
Indeed, although he toiled all day just to make three to four hundred dollars, his son had earned half that by fishing just half the day.
Moreover, he knew that his son had received many gifts that morning and even sold a Sand Pond Perch for 800 dollars. All together, that added up to over a thousand dollars.
Lin Yang saw the joyful smiles on his parents' faces and felt deeply moved. Although his family had only one child, unlike families with many siblings, the pressure was sowhat lighter.
But over the years, his parents had always provided well for him, giving him enough money to spend while at school, and buying him the best clothes and necessities.
It was just that in the past, he had been too disappointing, unable to find a good job or make much money even after university.
However, this was also due to the larger environnt. Many people were just like him; it was extrely hard for ordinary people to get ahead in society today.
"By the way, son, are you hungry? I left so food in the pot for you, it's still warm. Go eat now. I'll heat up so dishes for you," his mom said as she put away her phone and walked into the kitchen.
As Lin Yang washed his hands and prepared to eat, he suddenly rembered, "Oh right, Dad, I used a bait recipe yesterday and it worked really well. Many of my viewers said they want to buy it, so I was thinking..."
He shared the plan he had thought of while fishing earlier that day.
After his experints that morning, he was sure of the effectiveness of the specialty bait mix he concocted the previous day. Several viewers had personally tried it and confird its excellent results.
Plus, as long as he had enough points, he could continuously exchange for this fish-attracting dicine from the aquaculture guide, and it was unique to him.
Anyone who used his bait once would definitely not go to another supplier for bait; his bait's reputation was bound to grow like a snowball rolling downhill.
"Sell fish bait? Can that really work?"
Old Lin was stunned for a mont after hearing his words; as soone who had worked at the bottom tier for decades, he had never considered running a business.
At that mont, hearing her son talking about selling fish bait online, his mother ca out of the kitchen. "Son, can you really make money from it?"
Seeing the skeptical looks on their faces, Lin Yang laughed and explained, "Hey, Mom and Dad, you guys watch live streams all the ti, right? Nowadays, everyone is selling stuff through live streaming, and it's really profitable. Plus, you saw the effects of the bait this morning."
"Besides, we don't need much to start; we just need to buy so millet. When I go fishing and live stream it, you two can just work from ho as custor service and help with the shipping."
"Custor service?"
Hearing these new terms from their son, the old couple's expressions were once again perplexed.
Seeing this, Lin Yang sighed, "Ah, the generation gap."
It seed he would have to handle the initial phase of selling the bait online himself.
After lunch, Lin Yang didn't plan on going fishing that afternoon; he had many things to prepare.
He hopped into his father's small truck, and the two headed into the city to make so significant purchases.
First, they bought millet for preparing the bait, starting with 500 pounds, which cost Lin Yang two thousand dollars. But no worries—he was sure he would make it back quickly.
Finding bottles for the bait was quite a hassle, however.
Finally, in a waste collection station, he bought a few hundred uniformly sized water bottles to make do for now.
For the future, he had already placed an order online for new bottles specifically for the bait.
After sorting all this out, Lin Yang and his father then visited a large fishing store in the city. Upon entering, they saw a variety of fishing gear and bait—surely several tis larger than the store in their town.
Moreover, they had various brands available, such as Shimano, Daiwa, and others, including Hua Clan's Battle Carp.
Although Lin Yang hadn't bought any of these brands before, he knew their reputations and which products were good just by hearing about them.
However, the prices listed took him by surprise.
For instance, a casual lightweight rod for wild fishing was 669 for 3.6 ters, 712 for 3.9 ters, 789 for 4.5 ters, and 888 for 5.4 ters.
Adjacent, a versatile all-water rod of the sa lengths was a bit cheaper, but the 8.1-ter set would cost 1089....
Of course, that wasn't even the most expensive; the most expensive were the big-ga rods, the Hua's Dragon Pattern Carp series, costing three to four thousand per rod.
Alright, Lin Yang suddenly understood why so many families, particularly wives, were particularly opposed to n going fishing. Not only did it keep them from spending ti at ho, but just buying the gear was a major expense.
Since Lin Yang had decided to pursue the path of fishing through live streaming, he couldn't skimp on the gear, though he didn't plan to buy too much either.
One reason was that he didn't need too much of it at the mont. Additionally, the Golden Finger might also reward him with fishing gear, like the float he got that morning.
The gear awarded by Golden Finger would definitely be better than anything he could buy in stores, so for now, he didn't need to buy too much—just one or two rods to use would suffice.
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