He tentatively threw a net and only caught a small fish less than ten centimeters. Because the gap between the fishing nets was too large, it slipped away halfway.

"Boss, this won't work. We can see fish, and these giant-mouthed beef fish can also see us...hey! White spotted dog!"

Alexander shouted, and the white-spotted pike heard the movement and fled quickly. He sat by the side of the boat and spoke: "The water is too clear, you have to walk downstream."

"You are the boss today, listen to you."

Martinez said with his hands spread out, resting his feet on the stern, and he raised his butt to start the fishing boat. The diesel engine emitted black smoke and slowly moved forward.

There is no other ship pass through this section of the water, and there are no houses on both sides of the shore. Only hills and grasslands can be seen. Reeds on the shore sway in the wind, and silky white flowers hanging low at the top.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was half hanging in the east sky, and in the fishing boat on the river, Anderson squatted beer by the fishing boat storage box, looking for something. After a while, he raised the canned beer and shouted: "Haha! I knew it! Patton kept telling us to quit drinking. The last time I came back from fishing, I smelled the wine on him!"

"It's not a good habit to steal other people's things."

"And you, Martinez, put your feet down and stained Patton's baby, beware he kills you."

Han's father said lazyly, digging his hand in his pocket, and found a wrinkled fifty dollar denomination banknote, and swaying towards Anderson: "Put this in, we bought it, give me a can of beer, and find out if there is any more?"

"It's gone."

Anderson looked down and said, "But there are still half a bottle of whiskey, yo, it's still four roses. Do you want to drink pure whiskey?"

"Of course!" Alexander turned around and spoke with a smile.

"Son, come some beer?" The boy's father opened the pull ring and saw that the beer was divided into more bottles, and said to the boy.

"Okay, give it to me!"

Han Xuan sat on the edge of the boat, rolled his trousers to his knees, and swayed in the water. Hearing this, his eyes shone, and he stretched out his hand to his father.

"I think beautifully, so good. Did you stole the bottle of French Latu in my living room?"

"Tsk, don't think my mother can't find the one she put. She took it to stew the beef." Han Xuan said contemptuously.

"You mean the last time I stewed beef with red wine, I used my bottle of wine!?"

"kindness......"

The mud and sand on both sides were eroded by the Sen River, and the water became turbid as it went downstream. The river surface also became wider. Han Xuan stared at the perch that was jumping not far away and asked: "Is it OK now? Mr. Alexander."

After swallowing the whiskey in his mouth, Alexander glanced at the river and replied, "It's almost done, Martinez! Go to the shore, where there are so many water plants."

"Okay Captain!" The black young man pinched the can in his hand and threw it back in the cabin. He held the control rod in his hand and adjusted the speed and slowly approached the shore.

Alexander covered the lid bottle. As soon as he put it at his feet, he was snatched away by Jones. He rolled his eyes and muttered to the robber, and began to sort out the fishing net.

The fishing net is like a pocket, with some foam floating objects hanging around it. They can sink into the water, but they won't sink to the bottom. The density is slightly larger than that of water. When the fish drills in, the net will shrink when it is under pressure. It is different from ordinary trawling nets and trawling nets.

Shake the water plants clean, put the fishing nets in order, and Alexander probes to observe the water surface on both sides of the fishing boat. Find a shallow place and throw it out hard.

The fishing net fell on the river and gradually sank. Alexander asked Martinez to hand over an empty bottle, wrap the rope in his hand, put it on the water to mark the position of the fishing net, wiped his hand on his pants, and said, "Now you can just wait..."

The double-necked plucks, who were foraging in the reeds, were frightened. They had two circles of black markings on their necks, gray backs, and white abdomen. A large group of them flew in the air and chirped.

The strong Four Rose Cocktail smelled harsh and Jones looked a little red. He found a clean place to sit down, looked around, looked around, looked at the beautiful scenery, and sighed: "Boss, leave a place for me here when I get married, so I don't have to be too big. I want to live here in the future."

"If Cheryl hadn't worked in Grand Falls, I wouldn't have bought a house there. I really regret it. It would be better to live close to nature. God, I have to climb twenty-three floors of power outage before I can go home. Living there is like being locked in a cage."

Anderson complained.

He raised his head and poured the last few drops of beer into his mouth, pinched the can of can and made a sizzling sound, and looked at the can of beer beer beside the boy's father.

Han's father grabbed the palm of his hand and said with caution: "Mine is gone, go drink whiskey."

He smiled at Jones: "Anyway, the ranch is so big, you can find any place, even if it is built into the White House, it's okay."

"I only have a few wooden houses."

Jones heard him joking and laughed: "First find a girl who likes here, just like Anderson, that's all."

"Hey! What's wrong with Cheryl? You're obviously jealous of me getting married earlier than you! She's busy with work now and doesn't want children. My son will run away by then. I guess you're still single."

Anderson glanced at Han's father: "We have too few ranch girls. We don't have the energy to work. Look at Martinez and Jones, you can pity them, boss."

"There are enough people on the ranch, why don't you voluntarily resign and give up your position? Martinez, if you look at me with that look, I will throw you off the boat..."

Han Xuan said nothing, listened to them and found it funny. He took out the beef jerky snacks that his mother prepared for him from his pocket and started eating them on his own.

I slapped the water surface and accidentally ran into something. It felt like... a plastic bottle?

"Dad! The fishing net ran away!"

Hearing Han Xuan's shouting, the cowboys on the boat were stunned for a while, as if thinking about how the fishing net could run away. They found that the plastic bottle with the signage not far away was dragged up and hung in the air, and then a slight bang fell on the water.

Alexander came to his senses, took out his bag and threw it into the cabin, jumped into the water skillfully, and shouted, "Come on the boat! We're meeting a big fish!"

"Okay!" Martinez quickly turned the rocker, but the engine of the fishing boat was still alive.

The more anxious he was, the more likely he made mistakes. He kicked the engine hard, squatted down and covered his legs and shouted, "Fuck!"

As soon as the words fell, black smoke emerged, and no one controlled the fishing boat and began to turn around in circles. Anderson quickly grabbed the joystick with an excited expression: "Wow! Fish! Uncle Anderson is here!"

Han Xuan and his father were lying on the side of the boat and watching. Alexander was swimming quickly more than 20 meters away. He almost grabbed the rope on the plastic bottle, inserted his hand into the water again, and stroked forward. He suddenly tried hard, turned his head left and right but didn't see the bottle. He took a deep breath and pierced it into the bottom of the water.

Bubbles kept popping up by the river. After a moment, Alexander floated up and shouted: "I caught it! Puff, puff!"

Now he doesn't have to paddle, he can be dragged forward by the fishing net, sinking from time to time until he drinks water, and never letting go.

It is very easy to operate a fishing boat, and even Anderson, who has never learned it, can move forward smoothly.

Alexander was dragged into the water again, and as soon as he came out of the water, a dark shadow appeared in front of him.

He suddenly widened his eyes, swam aside in a hurry, and shouted loudly: "Damn it! You almost bumped into me!"

"Sorry, give me the rope." Anderson smiled awkwardly, bent down and stretched out his hand.

Ambassador Alexander was bad, and he grabbed his hand and pulled it back. The next second, a huge splash of water rose up on the surface of the Sen River. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!