As the saying goes, "Gold and stones will open, all matters require persistence."
Patience is key in everything.
By the side of a tranquil river, after countless empty-handed attempts, Jiang Chen, who originally knew nothing about fishing, finally made a catch. Bubbles frothed in the fish trap beneath the water's surface.
"Swish!"
He yanked the fishing rod upward.
Another white-striped fish leaped out of the water.
The corners of Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly as he skillfully reeled back the rod, unhooking the fiercely wriggling white-striped fish and placing it into the basket.
He was no member of any animal protection society; these fish were destined to become delicacies on the dining table.
"Mr. Jiang seems to be enjoying himself."
A car approached.
An Zairong got out of the vehicle with a beaming smile that revealed no sign of fatigue from travel.
"Just killing time," said Jiang Chen, laying down his fishing rod.
