The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish-Chapter 422 - 247: Caught the submarine’s tail propeller? No, this is nuclear... (Please subscribe)_2
"Do you guys think we have any advanced nuclear submarines?"
"It seems like we’re about to... I’ve heard that there’s a new model of nuclear submarine being tested. If it succeeds... then we will be able to catch up."
"Exactly, I’ve also heard about it, they say its performance is superbly awesome!"
"But for now, in terms of nuclear submarines, we are still a bit behind, still trying to catch up with the Americans and the Russians."
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"Will this fishing competition continue, or will it just end like this?"
People on other fishing boats started to worry as well.
Some of them came specifically for the champion’s five million reward; if the competition ends abruptly, they would never accept it.
That’s five million we’re talking about, not five hundred.
These people came for that five million, and if it’s gone just like that, how can they possibly take it?
That’s what they were worried about.
"So let’s hope nothing goes wrong."
"Hopefully the fishing competition can continue."
After praying, everyone’s attention turned back to the submarine.
Catching a submarine is no small matter.
So many salvage ships have come, along with quite a few professionals from the field.
After all, salvaging this submarine isn’t the main objective; we want to know the secrets inside it, the mysteries it contains.
That’s the crucial part.
However, for most people, it’s just watching the excitement.
The only pity is, unfortunately, this isn’t a nuclear submarine.
It’s just an old-fashioned submarine, which for many, isn’t important.
As the salvage of the submarine intensifies and heats up, those in the fishing contest are preparing to continue their competition in a different location.
The competition must go on; it can’t be interrupted.
No one wants to miss out on such a good opportunity.
And if there’s a chance to become the champion, that would be even better.
The submarine salvage has nothing to do with them.
Fang Hao bid a temporary farewell to Captain Han, then went back to join the fishing competition.
The organizers found a new spot and then... continued fishing, resuming from the time previously paused.
"Catching a submarine doesn’t count as a fish, right?"
"If it does count, then the championship won’t be ours."
Everyone knows that there’s no comparison between a fish and a submarine.
If the organizers include Fang Hao’s caught submarine, then whose fish could possibly compare?
Definitely none.
"I don’t think it will be counted."
"After all, this is a fishing contest, not a submarine-catching contest."
Some people reassured each other.
Everyone believed that the organizers would not do such a thing; otherwise, this fishing competition would be ruined.
"Yeah, that’s what I think too."
People nodded in agreement.
They still trust that the organizers will be fair.
As for how Fang Hao’s caught submarine will be counted, that they do not know.
At least the championship, surely, shouldn’t be counted like that.
Otherwise, they would just continue the competition and directly announce the champion.
The competition continued, and everyone was anxiously participating.
Some skilled people had already caught two to three hundred pounds of fish.
Most of the others had caught tens to a hundred pounds of fish.
Except for Fang Hao... his only catch was a submarine.
Not a single fish.
After the fishing contest continued, others were continuously catching fish, including Qiao Mei who also caught a twenty-something-pound fish that almost pulled her into the water.
Fortunately, Fang Hao stepped in on time and helped her pull the fish up.
Although it was Fang Hao who landed the fish, it still counted as Qiao Mei’s.
After all, she was the one who caught it.
So Fang Hao’s record was still zero.
Zero catch.
Not even one.
In contrast, Xiao Pang almost got a small two hundred pounds, with the potential to challenge the championship.
Between the three, Fang Hao was feeling quite frustrated now.
He was the only one with nothing.
Why are these fish so uncooperative?
It’s tough, not just a little tough.
Fang Hao was also helpless.
He wanted to catch fish too, but these fish, as if they’ve taken some kind of drug, just wouldn’t bite his hook.
Everyone around him had success, except for him alone.
That’s just unbelievably poisonous.
The more this happens, the more anxious Fang Hao becomes.
This situation should change, shouldn’t it? He can’t keep not catching fish.
A fish should bite the hook at some point.
At least there were bites before, but now, not a single fish is willing to bite.
Everyone is fishing in the same sea area, and there are quite a few people on their boat. Others can catch fish, but he can’t, which doesn’t make sense.
Where exactly is the problem?
Fang Hao just can’t figure it out.
He can only continue fishing.
Hoping that the fish will bite the hooks later, so he can take a break.
He’s been fishing without any luck for so long, he’s almost numb.
It’s been quite a while.
Since he started the live broadcast, he hasn’t really caught any fish.
He’s beginning to feel like giving up.
Starting to doubt his own fishing abilities.
Is it really a lack of skill?
Or something else.
But he just can’t find the reason.
In the end, out of helplessness, he can only blame his luck.
Blame it on bad luck for not catching any fish.
No, he refuses to believe it.
Since others here can catch fish, he refuses to believe that he can’t!
Fang Hao grits his teeth and decides to persevere.
Once his stubbornness kicks in, he naturally refuses to admit defeat.
If he starts to believe he can’t do it, then he truly can’t.
"Hao bro, do you want to take a break?"
Xiao Pang asks Fang Hao.
He saw Fang Hao sitting motionless for nearly four or five hours, which looked pitiful to him, so he thought to ask if he wanted to rest.
If it were him, his butt would’ve been sore from sitting so long.
"No problem, not tired yet."
For Fang Hao, sitting for this bit of time is still manageable.
"Then I’ll go get you something to eat." Qiao Mei goes to get some food with care to replenish his energy.
Seeing Fang Hao hadn’t eaten much, she felt very sorry for him.
This time, Fang Hao didn’t refuse.
He really hadn’t eaten for a long time and needed to replenish his energy.
"Thank you."
Qiao Mei quickly fetched some snacks from the restaurant on the boat, brought them to Fang Hao, and also brought him water.
Fang Hao first took the water to drink, and then he started to eat the snacks she brought.
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He’s beginning to feel like giving up.
Starting to doubt his own fishing abilities.
Is it really a lack of skill?
Or something else.
But he just can’t find the reason.
In the end, out of helplessness, he can only blame his luck.
Blame it on bad luck for not catching any fish.
No, he refuses to believe it.
Since others here can catch fish, he refuses to believe that he can’t!
Fang Hao grits his teeth and decides to persevere.
Once his stubbornness kicks in, he naturally refuses to admit defeat.
If he starts to believe he can’t do it, then he truly can’t.
"Hao bro, do you want to take a break?"
Xiao Pang asks Fang Hao.
He saw Fang Hao sitting motionless for nearly four or five hours, which looked pitiful to him, so he thought to ask if he wanted to rest.
If it were him, his butt would’ve been sore from sitting so long.
"No problem, not tired yet."
For Fang Hao, sitting for this bit of time is still manageable.
"Then I’ll go get you something to eat." Qiao Mei goes to get some food with care to replenish his energy.
Seeing Fang Hao hadn’t eaten much, she felt very sorry for him.
This time, Fang Hao didn’t refuse.
He really hadn’t eaten for a long time and needed to replenish his energy.
"Thank you."
Qiao Mei quickly fetched some snacks from the restaurant on the boat, brought them to Fang Hao, and also brought him water.
Fang Hao first took the water to drink, and then he started to eat the snacks she brought.
