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The yacht continued to sail forward at a moderate speed, maintaining a speed of just over ten knots.

The sea was calm, the ship steadily cut through the blue waves, leaving a long white trail in its wake.

The sun had already quietly begun to set in the west, and the light had changed from the dazzling white of midday to a soft, warm yellow, spreading across the sea and turning the entire area into a pale gold.

Li Xiulan remained seated in her fishing chair, fishing rod in hand, her gaze fixed intently on the bobber on the sea surface, displaying the demeanor of a seasoned angler.

Ever since she successfully caught that bass, she's been in high spirits, refusing to put down her fishing rod and even insisting on doing the shrimp bait herself.

She held the fishhook and skewered the shrimp, and although she did it crookedly, she enjoyed it.

Luo Weidong sat beside her, his fishing rod also set up, but the float remained completely still throughout.

His expression gradually changed from initial anticipation to confusion, and finally to a stubborn resentment.

He didn't say anything, but every few minutes he would reel in the fishing line to check if the bait was still there.

Luo Fei leaned against the side of the boat, his fishing rod casually resting on the handrail, the fishing line not cast far, just hanging lazily not far from the side of the boat.

He has top-notch fishing skills and can catch fish anytime he wants, but he's not really focused on that today; he's just happy to see his parents happy.

At this moment, his float moved slightly a few times.

Luo Fei slowly reeled in the line, and a yellowfin seabream the size of a palm was pulled up, its silvery-yellow scales shimmering in the sunlight.

Xiao Wang quickly caught the fish with a landing net, removed the hook, and put it into the water tank at the stern of the boat.

At this moment, the water tank already contained the bass that Li Xiulan had caught, as well as two or three small fish that Luo Fei had caught, all swimming happily in the water.

Luo Weidong glanced at the water tank, then looked at his still float, his resentment growing even stronger.

Seeing his expression, Li Xiulan burst into laughter: "Is your float broken? How come you can't catch a single fish?"

Luo Weidong snorted and said, "You just got lucky, what's there to be proud of?"

Li Xiulan ignored him and continued to stare at her float, humming an off-key tune without even realizing it.

The boat sailed for about half an hour before several fishing boats appeared ahead.

It was a small trawler operating in nearshore waters. The hull was painted blue, but in some places the paint had peeled off, revealing the rust underneath.

The fishing boat, with its net trailing behind it, moved very slowly.

Three, five, seven... They were scattered across the sea, each busy with its own tasks.

On one of the fishing boats closest to the shipping lane, a middle-aged man with his shirt off was hauling in the nets at the stern. His skin was tanned and shiny, and the muscles on his arms were clearly defined, making it obvious that he was someone who spent many years working at sea.

He heard the sound of passing ships, looked up, saw Luo Fei and his group's yacht, and suddenly stopped what he was doing.

The white hull gleamed in the sunlight, its streamlined shape resembling a giant silver fish. The three decks were layered one on top of the other, each one clean and bright.

Two middle-aged men were sitting at the stern of the boat, while a young man leaned against the gunwale. Two other neatly dressed young men stood beside him, one holding a drink and the other a towel.

The deck at the bow was covered with cushions and deck chairs, and the awnings were up, allowing the sun to shine down on it without any obstruction.

The fisherman opened his mouth slightly, his eyes wide open.

He had been sailing in this sea area for over twenty years and had seen countless yachts, ranging from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions of dollars, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a huge and luxurious yacht.

He subconsciously looked down at his boat—the deck was piled with fishing nets and plastic baskets, covered in fish scales and water stains, and several patches of paint had peeled off the bow, revealing the dusty iron plate underneath.

He smiled, a smile that held neither envy nor jealousy.

A younger fisherman emerged from the cabin next to them, carrying a bowl of instant noodles. Upon seeing the yacht, he forgot all about eating, standing there with the bowl, muttering, "Wow, whose big boss owns this boat? It's so impressive!"

The shirtless man chuckled and said, "Who cares whose it is? It's none of our business. Let's get to work, or the fish will escape."

The young fisherman glanced at it a few more times before retreating back into the cabin. But a few seconds later, he poked his head out again, quickly snapped a photo, and then retreated back inside, whispering something to the people in the cabin.

Similar scenes played out on several fishing boats along the way.

Not a single fishing boat came near.

These fishermen, who make their living in these waters, have seen a lot of the world and know which boats can approach and which boats need to be kept at a distance.

That yacht was too expensive; it belonged to a different world than theirs.

A quick glance from afar is enough; why get closer? Are you just asking for trouble?

The yacht continued forward, and the fishing boats gradually disappeared behind.

The sea became empty again, leaving only the azure sky, the deep blue sea, and the white trail left by the ship's stern.

Li Xiulan's float moved again.

This time she didn't panic and held the fishing rod firmly.

As the float sank and then rose again, and then sank again, she suddenly jerked the rod up.

The fishing rod bent into a bow instantly, the fishing line humming. She reeled in the line, round and round, her expression gradually shifting from tension to excitement.

The fish was pulled to the surface; it wasn't very big, just a palm-sized yellowfin seabream, about the same size as the one her son had just caught.

Xiao Wang caught the fish with a landing net and removed the hook.

Li Xiulan looked at the fish and smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Another one!"

She turned to look at Luo Weidong, her smugness even stronger than before.

Luo Weidong's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything. He started reeling in the line, not because a fish had taken the bait, but simply because he wanted to change his position, as if he felt that the "feng shui" of the spot he was sitting in was bad.

Luo Fei suppressed a laugh and continued to watch his float.

He tapped the tip of his rod a few times, then casually lifted it, and another yellowfin seabream took the bait, slightly larger than Li Xiulan's.

He skillfully removed the fishing hook and put the fish into the tank, the whole process flowing smoothly.

Luo Weidong looked at him, then glanced at his own motionless float, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Are there more fish in that spot?"

Luo Fei said with a smile, "Dad, you come fishing here, I'll go fishing over there."

Luo Weidong hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "No, I'll just sit here."

Despite his tough talk, his eyes couldn't help but dart towards the spot where Luo Fei had just been standing.

Xiaolin and Ajie also picked up fishing rods and started fishing on the other side of the stern.

Xiao Lin had already caught two fish, but A Jie hadn't caught a single one. The two chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.

Xiao Chen came out of the cabin, carrying a plate of cut fruit and placing it on a small round table. He also poured a glass of water for everyone, moving quietly and quietly.

The sun slowly sank in the west, and the color of the light changed from warm yellow to orange-red, and then to a pale rose color.

The golden ripples on the sea surface shattered into millions of pieces, shimmering and sparkling with the waves, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Luo Fei looked up at the position of the sun, then gazed at the distant horizon. After thinking for a moment, he walked to the bridge and said to Captain Sun, "Captain Sun, we won't reach Diaoyu Island before dark, will we?"

Captain Sun leaned out of the bridge, glanced into the distance, and shook his head: "We won't make it. We slowed down while fishing, which wasted a lot of time. At our current speed, it will take at least several more hours to get to Diaoyu Island, and it will definitely be dark by then."

Luo Fei nodded and said, "Then let's stop the ship, find a suitable place to anchor, and spend the night here. Let everyone prepare dinner, and we'll watch the sunset outside."

Captain Sun replied with a "Okay," turned around, returned to the bridge, and began operating the controls.