Qingyin City.
By a pond near the outskirts of the city, the surface of the water rippled gently from the falling rain.
The fish in the pond surfaced one after another, their mouths opening and closing as they gulped for air.
Beside the reeds on one side of the pond sat a man in his thirties.
He wore a black raincoat, sitting quietly as he fished.
"They say online that when it rains, the dissolved oxygen in the water increases, so the fish are more active and easier to catch. I definitely won't be going home empty-handed this time."
The man muttered to himself.
His eyes were fixed on the red-and-white bobber floating on the water, his gaze filled with anticipation.
Suddenly, the bobber twitched a few times, then sank rapidly.
Seeing this, the man's expression lit up, a look of delight spreading across his face.
"Haha, a good start!"
He exclaimed in a low, excited voice and hurriedly reached for his rod to reel it in.
