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Qing Chen wanted to pinch some bait, but the old man suddenly became vigilant: "What are you doing?"
With that, the old man clasped the metal box containing the bait to his chest.
"Look at you, how can you be so stingy? You're a big figure after all, is it necessary?" Qing Chen was displeased.
"No, do you know that bait fishing is an art? I've made a good baiting spot; you can't just throw any bait into it," the old man said.
"Fine," Qing Chen squatted by the broken bridge and casually threw the hook into the water.
With a splash, Qing Chen only felt the fishing line in his hand tighten.
The old man was stunned.
Qing Chen thought about it and said, "Although I've never fished before, I guess a fish has bitten the hook."
With that, he exerted a little strength in his hand and pulled an even larger dragon fish out of the water than the one from yesterday.
