Zhang Wei panicked when he saw how big Chu Mingcheng's fish was!
For the sake of his chrysanthemum, he unleashed his years of honed hand speed and finally managed to reel in the fish just seconds before noon.
A giant Dog Tooth Gold Spearfish, nearly two meters long with a plump belly—you could tell at a glance it was hefty.
Chu Mingcheng, whose heart had just settled, clenched it again—the Dogtooth Gold Spear felt no lighter than his Grouper!
Zhang Wei was also anxious, and when he saw the number displayed on the crane, his legs went weak, and he let out a wail, "Is this some kind of mistake, why is it just three pounds lighter?"
Now, Jiang Luoluo and the others felt sympathetic, and Chu Mingcheng took pleasure in his misfortune.
"Ah, two hundred and forty pounds...no, wait, there's another seven taels. It's really too bad!"