Both of them reached the front deck, which was a bit smaller in size. Once the fishing and storage boxes were placed, there was just enough room for the two of them to move about.
Yao Xin patted Chu Mingcheng on the shoulder, "Ah Cheng, whether Brother He sets a table or not depends on you now!"
"For this meal, I've got to pull in at least 400 pounds!" Chu Mingcheng agreed, but under the condition of a fishing surge, he had indeed set a target of 400 pounds for himself.
Catching 400 pounds of fish wasn't easy. Translated into numbers, it meant catching over three or four hundred of them, which was challenging even during a fishing surge.
Regardless, he was determined to attack this goal.
Chu Mingcheng pulled out his iron rod; the fish he targeted had sharp teeth, so he used a steel wire leader which was primarily to prevent biting.
And using steel wire for fishing little steel was reasonable too, both involving the word steel.
