Sun Yecheng savored the feeling of being the center of attention, a smug look faintly appearing on his face.
"Actually, the secret lies in my bait."
"This bait of mine is made from white flour steamed buns. All the fish love it, so of course they take the hook."
Some people tried to catch fish here without spending anything, so naturally, the fish weren't fooled.
His bait was delicious. He lowered his net, sprinkled the bait over it, and when the fish swarmed in to fight for the food, he yanked the net up.
The faster fish would get away, while the slower ones were, of course, caught in his net.
Sometimes, the fish were clever and only nibbled at the edges, so he'd occasionally pull up an empty net.
It also takes time for the fish to trust that the food isn't a trap. Without patience, you can't catch anything.
These were all minor details, and since Sun Yecheng was simply basking in everyone's envious stares, he naturally didn't go into specifics.
