Pescador: Taxa Explosiva de Pesca, Em Busca de Gigantes de Mil Quilos

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“Honey, off to fish so early this morning?”

Jiang Fan had just packed his fishing rod, slung his bag over his shoulder, and was stepping out when his wife, Liu Ruyan, handed him a pack of Hongta Mountain cigarettes.

“Fishing is hard work, but try not to smoke too much, it’s bad for your health.”

“And here’s a box of Swiss rolls—all for you. Remember to eat when you’re hungry.”

“And also—”

His wife fussed over him for a good few minutes before Jiang Fan finally hopped on his little electric scooter, cheerfully heading out the door.

He, Jiang Fan, was twenty-five this year, a graduate from a prestigious university.

He had a good job, until one day he happened upon his boss and the secretary “exploring the origins of life” in the office. The next day, for the crime of stepping into the company with his left foot first, he was fired.

He’d been idling at home for a year and a half, doing nothing but fish every day, living entirely on the support of his beautiful wife from the city.

Liu Ruyan, his wife, was twenty-four, the campus belle, beautiful and pure, extraordinarily understanding.

She didn’t ask for perfume, foundation, an iPhone, or designer bags. Each month, when she got paid, she handed him money to buy all manner of fishing gear.

Her only condition was that he must come home on time every evening.

Many envied him, and of course, plenty of gossip followed.

People said his wife was being kept by some company president, or that