booktalesy Chapter 248 Arguing
Chapter 248 Arguing
Chapter 248 Arguing
Sea fishing, without a doubt, is all about catching big fish.
Only by competing with these giants of the deep sea can one truly experience the unique thrill and sense of accomplishment of sea fishing.
Bluefin tuna is undoubtedly the king of catches that best showcases an angler's skill and brings the ultimate satisfaction.
Globally, bluefin tuna are mainly divided into two major populations: northern bluefin tuna and southern bluefin tuna.
The best fishing spots for northern bluefin tuna are concentrated in Prince Edward Island, Canada, North Carolina in the United States, and the waters surrounding Japan.
The northern bluefin tuna that inhabit these waters are generally quite large, with most individuals weighing between 200 and 300 pounds.
Compared to the large size of northern bluefin tuna, southern bluefin tuna are slightly smaller in size.
The main high-quality fishing grounds are located in the waters near Westport on New Zealand's South Island and near Tasmania, Australia's southernmost island.
The southern bluefin tuna caught here typically weigh between 100 and 200 pounds.
Besides these renowned fishing grounds exclusively for bluefin tuna, bluefin tuna can also be found in other sea areas, such as Cape Loma in the waters off San Diego right now.
Cape Loma is located next to deep-sea areas, and its abundant marine resources and suitable water temperature conditions make it a gathering place for a variety of large sea fish. In addition to bluefin tuna, marlin, California red snapper and other fish are also frequently seen here, which is why it is known as a paradise for sea fishing on the west coast of the United States.
Luxury yachts speed across the vast ocean, the roar of their engines like a stirring symphony, as they cut through the waves and surge forward.
The yacht's speed had already exceeded thirty-four knots, which was almost at its maximum speed limit.
On the deck of the yacht, Ernst and the others had already changed into light and comfortable shorts and were lying on specially made lounge chairs!
Enjoy the warm sunshine and gentle sea breeze.
Beside the recliner, Rowe and Ron lay quietly at their owner's feet. Every now and then, they would raise their heads, their round eyes darting around, before quickly lowering their heads again.
Not far from the two dogs, a majestic Rottweiler stood proudly beside Larry Ellison.
This Rottweiler is agile and has glossy, smooth fur. Its sharp eyes scan its surroundings, exuding a powerful and domineering aura that complements the arrogant presence of Larry Ellison.
"Hahaha!" Larry Ellison looked at his own proud Rottweiler at his feet, then glanced at Ernst's beloved dog, and couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh that was clearly mocking.
He stroked his dog's head with satisfaction, then said to Ernst in a teasing tone, "Look at our two little darlings, don't they want to go home to their mother?"
Ernst rolled his eyes at him, then glared at his two good-for-nothing dogs.
At this moment, he was filled with helplessness. Who the hell would have thought that a dog would get seasick?
You little guys are born to dog paddle in the water, so you should be excellent swimmers, right?
Water isn't a problem for you? So why are you seasick on the boat?
Shortly after the yacht set off, just as it entered the deep sea, the slight rocking caused the two spineless creatures to vomit, a pathetic sight that Larry Ellison happened to witness.
This gave Larry Ellison an opportunity to mock Ernst, and he spent a long time ridiculing Ernst about it.
Perhaps sensing that their master had lost face because of their embarrassing behavior, Rowe and Ron let out a soft whimper, then obediently lay down on the ground again, not daring to raise their heads easily.
Even Steve Jobs chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. Looking at the listless Rowe and Ron lying on the ground, he asked, "Are you sure these two little guys are really bulldogs?"
Steve Jobs had asked this question three times already. The first time he raised the question, they hadn't even boarded the yacht yet.
Ernst replied firmly, "A purebred bulldog, no doubt about it."
However, Jobs' face was still full of doubt, as if he were in the Panjiayuan Antique Market, where a stall owner was holding up a so-called ancient painting and confidently telling you, "This is the original 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival,' absolutely genuine. You're lucky today, I'll only sell it to you for a thousand dollars," full of distrust.
Jobs bent down and examined Rowe and Ron closely again, even stroking their heads for a while before saying thoughtfully, "You know what, now that you've confirmed it, they do look quite alike."
Ernst turned his head away, not wanting to talk to him, but things were even more messed up here. Larry Ellison's laughter was so loud it could probably scare away a school of fish within two kilometers.
Just then, a beautiful woman in a sexy bikini walked out of the cabin with elegant steps, carrying several glasses of chilled wine.
Ernst's eyes lit up the moment he saw the beautiful woman. He whistled at her and then said in a flirtatious tone, "Hey, beautiful lady, how about being my girlfriend? I guarantee you'll experience unprecedented pleasure with me. I wonder if your current man can meet your needs?"
Ernst's bold and straightforward words abruptly stopped Larry Ellison's laughter, which had been flowing freely.
He glared angrily at Ernst, then straightened his back and said with a hint of defiance, "Kid, I'll scare you to death when I pull it out."
The beautiful woman was his secretary, with free access to Larry Ellison's private room, and even changed into a sexy bikini on this private yacht trip. Ernst would never believe that there wasn't something special between them.
With a slightly suspicious look in his eyes, he continued teasingly, "Oh? Really? But why do I see a hint of attraction in this beautiful secretary's eyes?"
Of the three, if one had to choose a relatively upright gentleman, it would undoubtedly be Steve Jobs.
Although Steve Jobs wasn't exactly faithful in his love life and was often surrounded by different women, he had his own principles. He was charming but not vulgar, and he was fully committed to each relationship.
Larry Ellison, on the other hand, is a typical American successful man. With his wealth and status, he is never short of female company, has a large number of wives and concubines, and fully demonstrates the extravagant lifestyle of a nouveau riche.
As for Ernst, needless to say, he was a notorious playboy in America, with female companions changing constantly.
In this respect, even Larry Ellison can only admit his inferiority and concede defeat.
One of the eternal topics among men is comparing the women in their lives, but not in terms of quality, but in terms of quantity.
Clearly, Larry Ellison suffered a crushing defeat in this round, a complete and utter loss.
"You're the kind of guy who's always surrounded by women."
Larry Ellison's gaze inadvertently swept over Ernst's baggy shorts, noticing the slightly wrinkled crotch area. As if he had found a way to retaliate, he immediately said gloatingly, "Haha, still have the nerve to brag here."
Ernst just chuckled twice, then retorted defiantly, "Taking off your pants would scare you to death."
After saying that, Ernst glanced at the secretary standing next to Larry Ellison and continued teasingly, "How about this, Larry, have your secretary come over and test my skills. She can tell you who's better, how about that?"
Jobs, standing to the side, watched Ernst and Larry Ellison bickering like children, laughing so hard he almost fell over.
Only when the yacht gradually slowed down did he stop smiling and say, "We're lucky today; we've encountered calm and fine weather."
"Hmph, it's too early to be smug. Wait until the sea breeze picks up, then you'll be in for it. Let's see if you'll still be laughing then. I'll scare you to death, you old codger."
Larry Ellison was already annoyed because he hadn't won the argument earlier, and Steve Jobs not only didn't help him but sometimes deliberately brought up his past mistakes, which made him even angrier, so his tone was full of hostility.
Ernst stood up, stretched, and moved his body around. At the same time, he cheered for Jobs, "That's why I said you don't know how to enjoy life like Steve does. You always think the worst about everything. Aren't you tired?"
However, the weather today is indeed very good. Every year in August and September, the North Pacific Ocean is at its most docile, with calm waters except for strong winds and heavy rain.
Even in October, when the weather is sunny and calm, there is usually a strong sea breeze and huge waves.
Larry Ellison knew he was no match for Larry in a verbal battle, and said with a hint of defiance, "Stop with the useless nonsense, let's settle this with our skills. Today I'm going to show you, young punk, what it means to be an experienced veteran, and let you know that you're still a greenhorn when it comes to deep-sea fishing."
I don't know if it's spicy or not, but it's definitely neither good-looking nor useful.
After retorting, Ernst walked to the edge of the yacht's deck.
They had already been provided with a full range of fishing gear, with various types of fishing rods, lines, hooks, and different kinds of bait neatly arranged.
In fact, shortly after the yacht set off, the staff had already set up the fishing lines and bait. As the yacht continued to move on the sea, they had already caught several groupers and other fish, which would become the delicious dinner that the group would enjoy on the yacht that night.
I walked to a fishing spot at the edge of the deck and leaned over to look out into the sea. The seawater beneath the surface was almost crystal clear, and I could clearly see what was happening at a certain depth.
If the yacht weren't currently in deep waters where sunlight can't directly reach the seabed, it would be incredibly beautiful.
The three of them picked up their fishing rods and cast their baited hooks into the distant sea, beginning the official competition of their sea fishing trip.
On another deck of the yacht, the accompanying staff were equally engrossed in enjoying this rare time at sea.
Someone brought in boxes of fish, all frozen sardines and croakers, and threw them into the sea as if they were free.
This is the favorite food of adult tuna. If there are tuna nearby, they will definitely come to forage for it because there are just too many of them, which is a fatal temptation for them.
This is the difference between the wealthy and fishermen; they don't care about the costs involved, and the bait they bring on their boats is enough to buy a 200-pound tuna.
"Don't forget our bet," Larry Ellison reminded him.
Ernst smiled and said, "I'll give you an unforgettable sea voyage experience."
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