HLM – Chapter 1076 Night Fishing at Moonlight Bay

The night was luminous, silver light spilling everywhere, like white scales shedding from an unseen armor.

Wang Bo sat on the deck and looked up. A huge full moon hung alone in the sky.

Li Xing walked over carrying a case of beer. “Your hometown is pretty nice. The climate, the environment… And a moon this bright and round? In our place, that’s the stuff of dreams.”

Wang Bo took the beer, sipped, and said, “You don’t see a moon like this often either. Maybe it’s the beginning or the middle of the lunar month—the moon looks huge.”

Eva took two photos but shook her head, dissatisfied, and deleted them to try again.

The snow fox crouched at the ship’s rail, cautiously peeking out. Da Pang wandered over and mischievously pushed it with a paw.

Fortunately, the snow fox was light and agile. It hooked its claws onto the railing’s steel tube, spun once in the air, and landed back onboard. Then it “woo-woo-ed” at Da Pang in protest.

Eva smiled softly, picked up the snow fox, and placed it back on the railing. Moonlight—silver and pure—spilled over its silver-white fur, making it look as if the moonlight had turned into flowing spring water.

Da Pang swaggered away.

The princess shot it a glance, confused. She couldn’t understand why Da Pang and Er Pang, who had been scrambling all over her just a few days ago, suddenly seemed uninterested. What was going on?

The moonlight was perfect, so Song Zijun planned to go night fishing and asked Wang Bo if he wanted to come along.

“Where are we fishing?” Wang Bo asked. Pity he hadn’t brought Zhuang Ding—fishing would have been much more fun.

“Blackfish Bay. There’s definitely plenty of fish there right now. We’ll grab a few for a late-night snack.”

Sea bays were common, especially in areas where the underwater terrain was complex—reefs gathered and naturally formed bays.

These places had fast currents, rich seaweed, and abundant microorganisms, attracting many fish, shrimp, and crabs.

Blackfish Bay was one of the most productive fishing spots around Linhai City. Years ago, it was famous for its sea bass—one cast of a net could haul up several tons.

Because sea bass had dark black backs, people called them “blackfish.” On the contrary, actual freshwater snakehead (also called blackfish) were rare in the local rivers and reservoirs.

Due to overfishing in previous years, Blackfish Bay’s resources had drastically declined. Thankfully, conservation efforts in recent years had helped stocks recover.

Wang Bo hadn’t been there in a long time. He clapped his hands and said, “Alright then, I’m not sleepy anyway. Let’s go take a look tonight—maybe we’ll catch a few golden babies.”

“Golden babies” referred to wild large yellow croaker. Those raised freely in the sea had plump, tender meat and a beautiful golden sheen, like they were coated in gold scales.

They were expensive and rare; catching sea bass would already be lucky—they were delicious too.

Fishing didn’t require a massive vessel, but Song Zijun, being a big name in Linhai City, had already arranged for a yacht to be brought over.

It was a luxury business yacht with a flybridge, twin engines, and dual control stations.

Its lines were compact and elegant, sleek and dynamic, painted with pearl white and ocean blue—clean and refined.

As the yacht approached, it looked like a graceful sea beast emerging from the dark.

Wang Bo inspected the boat. “It must be about twenty meters long, right?”

Song Zijun looked proud. “It’s 64 feet long, 16 feet wide. From the waterline up, it’s 23 feet; below the waterline, another 5.5 feet. Not bad, eh?”

They transferred over using an inflatable dinghy. The closer they got, the more pressured they felt by the sheer size of the vessel.

The difference that money made was starkly displayed—not between Wang Bo and Song Zijun, but between ordinary people and someone like Song Zijun.

This kind of yacht was a palace built with money. The interior was exquisite, spacious, and made with premium materials—luxurious and elegant.

With all lights on, the yacht glowed like daytime. The crew members—handsome young men and beautiful women—were well-dressed, polite, and clearly professional.

Wang Bo already owned a fishing boat, but compared to this yacht, his was a child’s toy. Curious, he took Eva to explore.

The yacht was 22.8 meters long, equipped with two fully imported Volvo engines, capable of reaching 25 knots. It had two lounges, a master bedroom, four guest rooms, a kitchen, bar, gym, and each room had its own private shower.

Song Zijun proudly explained that the yacht had once won a European Best Yacht Design Award and was a classic Italian-style luxury yacht. He’d spent tens of millions to buy it—and asked Wang Bo if he was interested.

Wang Bo was interested—but it was useless to him. Sunset Town only had a lake. Sailing a yacht there would make him look like a Middle Eastern tycoon.

He shook his head. “Doesn’t suit me. I live too far from the sea.”

“Then buy a villa by the coast.”

Wang Bo shook his head again. “Not interested in that kind of investment. I’d rather put the money into Sunset Town.”

“You don’t buy any luxury goods at all?”

Wang Bo thought for a moment. “When the airport I’m building is finished, I’ll buy a plane.”

Song Zijun blinked. “You’re the real tycoon!”

They weren’t far from Blackfish Bay—only about an hour by boat. Once they neared the bay, the yacht slowed down.

The terrain there was complicated, and sailing inside at night was dangerous.

The sea was calm, and the bay’s current slowed. Under the silver moonlight, the surface of Blackfish Bay glittered like snow-covered plains.

The yacht had fishing stations. Insert the rods, drop the hooks, and wait.

Under each station were cold lights that dangled underwater, floating electronically—designed to attract phototactic fish and shrimp.

Wang Bo reclined leisurely at his station. Da Pang sat on his stomach. Er Pang climbed up to fight for the spot. They treated his belly like a hilltop, wrestling for dominance.

Na Qingyang yawned with his hands behind his head. “Man, I really don’t want to go back to town. Living like this forever would be perfect.”

Song Zijun laughed loudly. “Then stay here. Brother, work for me. Double the salary. I won’t let you suffer.”

Wang Bo said, “Excuse me—the boss is right here. Are you poaching staff in front of me?”

“If you really care about someone, you must learn to let go,” Song Zijun said solemnly, then burst into laughter himself.

At that moment, a crisp ringing sounded. Na Qingyang’s fishing rod bent sharply.

Everyone stood at once, turning toward him.

Li Xing shouted, “Holy crap—big fish!”