The Fish I Catch Can Level Up

Chapter 220: The Dolphins Come to Help

Chu Mingcheng didn't bother with the spear. The moment he pulled the trigger, he let go of the speargun and kicked his legs hard, lunging forward.

In the next instant, the great white's giant mouth snapped shut right where he'd been.

But he'd dodged just in time—the shark bit on empty water.

This was Chu Mingcheng's cleverness at work. Dodging in any other direction would have led to a relentless chase by the great white, which would have eventually caught him.

Only by moving forward, past the shark, could he successfully evade it.

This was because he was now behind the great white, and it didn't have a slender waist that could twist and turn on a dime.

Chu Mingcheng looked back, pulling out his dive knife and frowning at the speargun, which was now clamped in the great white's jaws.

The spear on the shark's head hadn't fallen out, and thin streams of blood were steadily seeping from the wound.

Logically, that should have been a fatal hit, but the great white didn't look seriously injured at all.

Watching helplessly as the speargun was crushed in the shark's jaws, Chu Mingcheng felt completely powerless.What should he do?

As he was racking his brain, a series of familiar sounds suddenly reached his ears. Chu Mingcheng turned his head in pleasant surprise to see a pod of dolphins charging straight toward them.

The lead Chinese white dolphin bravely charged forward, ramming its long beak fiercely into the great white, which was still chewing on the speargun. It was a decisive hit-and-run.

Although the great white was much larger than the dolphin, Chu Mingcheng clearly saw it get knocked back a full meter by the charge.

In reality, the shark wasn't as unharmed as he'd thought. The spear wound to its head was serious.

It was just that Chu Mingcheng had missed its brain by a small margin, which was why the great white was still so active.

But the dolphin's blow was no light tap. It stunned the shark instantly, sending sharp pain through its abdomen.

Where it had been hit, its internal organs had suffered localized damage.

The shark was stunned, but the dolphins weren't. From the other side, another dolphin rammed into it just as hard.

This time, the great white tried to retaliate, but the dolphins were far more agile, and its jaws snapped at empty water.

Faced with so many dolphins while injured, the great white was truly scared now and immediately tried to flee.

But the dolphins wouldn't let it go. Great whites preyed on them, and killing this one would reduce future danger to their pod by a fraction.

Seeing the great white try to escape, the dolphins immediately mobbed it.

Chu Mingcheng didn't just stand by and watch. He joined the fray, swimming up to the great white's back.

Harassed by the dolphins, the shark couldn't build up any speed at all, making it easy for him to catch up.

Once on its back, Chu Mingcheng fiercely stabbed his dive knife into the area near the spear while grabbing the spear with his left hand and pressing down, trying to drive it deeper.

The great white, in agony, immediately swam upward, trying to shake him off.

Chu Mingcheng held on tight to the handle of his dive knife and the spear, keeping his position firmly locked.

But the shark's upward surge gave the dolphins a perfect opportunity.

The lead dolphin was not small—nearly three meters long, only a size smaller than the great white.

It seized the chance to ram its beak viciously into the great white's belly, dealing another severe blow to its internal organs. This one was extremely fatal.

From his position on the shark's back, Chu Mingcheng could clearly feel its movements begin to slow, its swimming speed dropping.

But he didn't stop. As the great white slowed, he pulled out his dive knife and kept stabbing its head until it was completely dead.

The life-or-death crisis was successfully overcome, and Chu Mingcheng's whole body instantly relaxed.

Then he felt a dull ache all over—the after-effects of extreme tension setting in.

He considered using a Life Conversion, but he was safe now. After what had just happened, he was in no mood to continue fishing or spearfishing. He decided to swim to the surface and wait for the boatman to pick him up and rest for the afternoon.

So, he saved the Life Conversion, keeping it for later.

He first pulled out the spear. The great white was motionless, its belly turned up.

Not only was it dead, but even if it were alive, a shark on its back was no longer a threat.

After stowing his dive knife and retrieving the spear, Chu Mingcheng was just about to go get his speargun when the dolphins gathered around him again.

He thought for a moment. He definitely couldn't take the whole shark back, but its liver was said to be valuable.

So he swam back, intending to cut open the shark's belly with his dive knife.

However, he discovered that the shark's skin was incredibly thick. Even on its belly, his dive knife cut very slowly.

Moreover, the large amount of blood gushing out made him uneasy. He knew there was another, larger great white in the vicinity, and if it caught the scent of blood, it might come over.

The final straw was the dolphins—they became agitated as he cut into the shark and the blood spread, and they all quickly left the area.

So, in the end, Chu Mingcheng decided to give up. He first found his wooden speargun, then swam to the surface to see where he was.

His luck was pretty good this time. As soon as he broke the surface, he saw the boatman driving the small boat toward him.

Climbing into the boat, the boatman was instantly shocked to see that Chu Mingcheng hadn't caught a single fish, was missing a speargun, and even had his line cut. "What happened?"

"It was nothing. I couldn't handle a big fish on my own and almost got pulled into deep water. In the end, I had no choice but to cut the line and lost a speargun." He certainly wasn't going to mention the great white.

Besides their group, no one else on the Sky High did much spearfishing—at most, they would troll.

In fact, even now, it was just their group that trolled. The other fishing enthusiasts normally wouldn't spend that kind of money.

Renting the boat was five hundred an hour, and if all you caught in that hour was some mackerel, you might not even break even.

Unless a school of tuna appeared, they wouldn't choose to troll. Now, all Chu Mingcheng had to do was call Zhang Wei and Han Baola back.

A short while later, the two small boats returned to the Sky High.

The first thing Chu Mingcheng did was go back to his room for a shower. After showering and changing, he went to Jiang Luoluo's room and, to her bewildered expression, hugged her, buried his face against her soft chest, and took a deep breath.

Indeed, after a near-death experience, only this could bring a man peace.

"What's wrong with you?" At first, Jiang Luoluo thought he was just trying to get fresh with her, but then she saw the exhaustion on his face and couldn't help but ask with concern.

"It's nothing, just a bit tired. I want to rest for a while."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Jiang Luoluo didn't press him further.

She set her laptop aside and gently hugged him back.

Chu Mingcheng felt completely relaxed now, though his mind was replaying the day's events.

As long as one went spearfishing, anything could happen.

If he had the physique of Captain America, he probably could have killed that great white with just a dive knife.

It seemed that after he got back, he would have to seriously accumulate Life Conversions and quickly improve his physical fitness.

Once the Nansha trip was over, it would be March by the time they returned to Xiamen.

The fishing ban in Xiamen would likely start around May 1st and last until sometime in August.

The timing was more or less the same everywhere, with only a month's difference here or there. There was no need for him to rush to another fishing ground for just one month.

With that energy, he might as well implement his plan for some international trips and go roam around abroad for a bit.

And in foreign waters, encounters with sharks were apparently quite common, so improving his physical fitness was essential.

As for Chen Yang's speargun, he would just buy him a new one after they got back to Qiongzhou.

For the last week of the Nansha trip, Chu Mingcheng didn't go out spearfishing again.

The group just went out at night to fish for deep-sea species. During the day, everyone did their own thing, occasionally gathering on the third floor for a meal. The time passed quickly.

When the Sky High began its journey back, Chu Mingcheng, with the boatman's help, tallied his catch.

In one month, he'd caught over five thousand jin of fish. Unfortunately, the most valuable was a single Southern Bluefin Tuna.

Jiang Luoluo had also caught a lot, surprisingly totaling over eighteen hundred jin.

Of course, Chen Yang and the others had also had a good harvest. Chu Mingcheng had quite a few restaurant owners among his clients, and their demand for rare catches was high, so they could sell their fish together to them later.

Once the catch was tallied, he began contacting the customers in his group chat, sending them the list of fish and giving them first pick.

Low-temperature frozen fish was a bit cheaper than the iced fish at the market, but because it was so well-preserved, the price wasn't that much lower.

The most sought-after was the long-tail red snapper, followed by the big-mouth red snapper and the big-eye scad.

Many of the owners in the group were in the restaurant business. Although they had their own supply channels, they didn't mind buying in bulk from Chu Mingcheng.

This was because with bulk purchases, the price would be even lower.

Wholesale and retail prices were, of course, different.

When Chu Mingcheng usually sold fish, his main customers weren't these restaurant owners, so he naturally sold at retail prices.

With such a large haul from the Nansha trip, if customers were buying a lot, he would of course give them the wholesale price.

But even the wholesale price was more profitable than selling to a fishmonger.

This was the very reason Chu Mingcheng made videos—otherwise, he couldn't be bothered with this. It would be much more comfortable to just go home and relax after a day of fishing.

Between the five of them, they had over two thousand jin of long-tail red snapper, and this group of customers bought it all.

Chu Mingcheng had the most, with 737 jin, which, combined with Jiang Luoluo's, came to over eleven hundred jin.

The original price was 260 per jin, but now he sold it for 180. After selling it all, he made exactly 200,000 yuan.

Other high-value fish, like deep-sea groupers, also sold out completely.

However, there weren't as many deep-sea groupers—the five of them had only about seven hundred jin combined.

Chu Mingcheng's seven-banded grouper was bought by one owner for 80,000 yuan, while the 150-jin giant grouper sold for only 10,000.

The rest of his and Jiang Luoluo's catch, totaling over 320 jin, sold for 65,000 yuan, with an average price of just over 200 per jin.

As for the Southern Bluefin Tuna, Chu Mingcheng had originally planned to have someone check its quality and appraise it before selling.

However, a sharp owner in his group saw the fish's condition on a video call and directly offered 400,000 yuan.

Calculated by weight, the price of this Southern Bluefin reached a thousand yuan per jin.

This was not a cheap price. Even if he sold it in Shanghai, this Southern Bluefin would fetch at most around 300,000 yuan.

It could be said that this customer had offered the retail market price. Chu Mingcheng had no reason not to sell.

The rest of the catch was not so easy to sell. His customers couldn't even absorb all of his own catch, let alone help sell the others'.

In the end, for the sake of convenience, Chu Mingcheng sold all the unwanted fish to the captain.