It was already afternoon when Wang Yu got home. He did not even bother to pack up and immediately took out two fishing maps.
After some careful comparison, Wang Yu finally confirmed...
The fishing spot was in the fish pond in his own neighborhood!
It saved him the effort of running around. Now that it was troubled times, it was better not to go out.
Three minutes later, Wang Yu was dumbfounded when he saw the fish pond.
The fish pond was less than half a meter deep, two meters by five meters, and it was covered with blue and white broken tiles, giving it a sense of age.
Could one really fish in this place? Wang Yu was in disbelief.
Wang Yu took out his fishing rod and began to fish.
The security guard wanted to drive him away, but after seeing that Wang Yu was a profession class holder, he let him be.
Profession class holders had many privileges.
Wang Yu ignored the death stares of the aunties and waited quietly.
