Chapter 315 - 164: Fished Up a Spy Device

Chapter 315: Chapter 164: Fished Up a Spy Device

’What, am I going to catch a mermaid or something?’

’The Chinese version is fine. As for the foreign one with the black mermaid, she can get lost.’

He shook his head with a smile, looking forward to the lucky turn of events that was sure to come.

"Chen Mo, why don’t you take one from my bucket? So you don’t go back empty-handed, haha."

Wu Zicong had also heard Tang Tianyu. He walked over to Chen Mo with a smile, glanced at his empty bucket, and teased,

"We just got started. What’s the rush?"

"Just you wait. I’ll pull up a big one for you all to see in a bit."

Chen Mo wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. On the contrary, he joked back with immense confidence.

He had been a little embarrassed about not catching any fish before.

But now that he’d heard the ’DING’, a reversal was bound to happen soon.

’Since the ’DING’ happened because I wasn’t catching fish, the reversal will probably be related to fishing, too.’

’Maybe I’ll reel in something really valuable?’

"Oh? Feeling pretty confident, are we? Well then, I’ll be waiting to see this ’big one’ you catch."

Seeing Chen Mo still talking tough, Wu Zicong didn’t call his bluff and just replied with a smile.

If Chen Mo was still empty-handed when they headed back to shore,

then he couldn’t blame the three of them for laughing their asses off at him.

Hearing this, Chen Mo just smiled and kept his eyes on his fishing rod.

Wu Zicong was the owner of this luxury yacht.

He was in his thirties, and according to Tang Tianyu, he was the founder of Qijie Game.

Chen Mo knew of Qijie Game; it was a very famous domestic game company.

In terms of wealth, he was far richer than even Tang Tianyu.

But he had a good personality—very uninhibited and generous.

Even though Chen Mo was nowhere near his level of wealth, since Tang Tianyu had brought him along, they were all friends.

When it was time to drink, they drank; when it was time to fish, they fished; when it was time to pick up girls, they picked up girls.

He didn’t act superior or look down on people.

"Mr. Chen, you could let out a bit more line. You might be able to catch something."

Just then, the female artist beside him rubbed her surgically-enhanced chest against him and reminded him with a beaming smile.

"You know how to fish?"

Chen Mo glanced at her and asked coolly.

"I’ve been out fishing with President Tang a few times and watched other big shots fish, so I have a little bit of experience."

The actress didn’t try to hide anything, speaking frankly as she looked at Chen Mo.

"Then you’re definitely more experienced than I am."

Hearing this, Chen Mo nodded and let out some more of his fishing line.

’This woman has probably gone fishing with plenty of big shots. She’s seen a lot.’

’Her theoretical knowledge is actually a bit better than mine.’

’But she has a point. After all, there’s an old saying: cast a long line to catch a big fish.’

The rod and line Tang Tianyu had prepared were both excellent quality, top-of-the-line products among sea fishing gear.

Even if he hooked a big one, the line wouldn’t snap.

After letting out some more line, Chen Mo picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

The female artist opportunely speared a piece of watermelon with a fork and fed it to Chen Mo’s lips.

At the same time, she proactively placed Chen Mo’s hand on her pale white thigh.

Feeling the smooth texture under his hand, Chen Mo didn’t hold back and began to caress it generously.

’Getting intimate is out of the question, but playing with her leg while I’m bored fishing is fine.’

’Besides, she’s being so forward. I can’t just refuse her, can I?’

"Mr. Chen, there probably won’t be a bite for a little while after casting. Why don’t you rest your head on my lap? I can give you a massage to help you relax."

The actress seemed desperate to seize this opportunity, relentlessly trying to curry favor with Chen Mo.

"Alright."

Chen Mo slowly lay down, resting his head on her pale white thighs.

Then she leaned over slightly and began to gently massage Chen Mo’s shoulders and head.

As for technique, she definitely didn’t have any.

And the pressure was soft and weak.

But the experience of having a female artist give him a massage was still quite nice.

"What have you acted in?"

Chen Mo asked while enjoying her massage with his eyes closed.

"I’ve been in..."

While teasingly touching him, she told him about a few of her works.

Some were hits, and some were not.

But she never played the lead role in any of them; she was a supporting actress with a decent amount of screen time and lines.

She also opened her phone’s photo album to show Chen Mo many of her production stills.

Among them were many stills from historical dramas.

After makeup and beauty filters, the pictures looked quite good.

He’d even seen a few episodes of one of the shows. He hadn’t expected her to be in it.

This meant she wasn’t a complete nobody with zero fame; she had a certain fan base.

But even so, she still had to proactively get on a yacht to accompany big shots on fishing trips just for resources.

She had to set aside her dignity and pride to fawn over him and give him a massage.

She was even dying for the chance to have a... deeper exchange with him.

’The entertainment industry really is a tough world to survive in.’

’There are just too many beautiful women.’

She massaged Chen Mo’s shoulders and head for a while, then her hands slowly began to move to other places.

The pressure grew lighter and gentler, as if she weren’t giving a massage but flirting with him instead.

WHIZZ...

Just then, Chen Mo heard the sound of his fishing line tightening.

Hearing the sound, he immediately sat up and looked toward his fishing rod.

He saw that the line was indeed taut.

"Looks like I’ve got something."

Chen Mo’s eyes lit up, and he immediately began to reel in the line.

But after a few turns, he found there was a lot of resistance.

"Looks like it’s a big one!"

An expectant smile appeared on Chen Mo’s face. A small fish wouldn’t put up this much of a fight.

He couldn’t help but wonder, ’Is my Luck attribute starting to kick in?’

’This can’t be some super-valuable fish, can it?’