After the students and Silin smiled and waved the fish in their hands, the boats of both parties staggered.
Wheeze had chased the shoals of fish at the bottom of the lake all over the place. Naturally, a lot of people on the shore had noticed the movement of the shoals, and many of them had carried portable scanners with them. There were also some people who liked to use scanners to observe the distribution of the shoals of fish in the lake so that they could place their bait better. But now, they were using nets to cast the bait instead of fishing rods.
Most people fishing was just for fun and to pass the time. However, when they encountered such a good opportunity, they wouldn't let it go. Those who didn't have nets immediately called over robots to buy small nets.
There were also children with scanners tugging at the sleeves of adults and shouting where a big fish had just gone.
Silin didn't use a net. He continued to fish with a fishing rod and didn't join in the fun. In fact, when the fish in the lake were frightened and chaotic, fishing like this wouldn't attract any fish at all. Silin didn't really plan to go fishing. He didn't know how many fish Huimao had eaten in the lake. No matter what, he was still taking advantage of the situation.
Silin's boat gradually came to a shallow area. There were many stones here, but there weren't any big fish. It was also far from the boulevard, and usually, there weren't many people here.
When he looked over, Silin saw a guy lying on a big rock, basking in the sun.
Silin put down his fishing rod, took out a net, and stopped the boat. He didn't let the boat get too close to the rock, which would make it easy for the guy to escape.
After adjusting the rope on the net, he looked at the target and threw it quickly. Once the net reached the target, it automatically closed, and the guy who was about to jump into the water to escape was firmly trapped inside.
He pressed the button in his hand, and the rope was retracted. Soon, Silin held the net that trapped the target in his hand. This guy was nearly half a meter long and was very heavy.
It was a big turtle!
There were some golden patterns on the back of this turtle. It was a mutated species of ordinary turtle. Many people liked to raise this kind of turtle. The small traders said that this kind of turtle symbolized wealth, or else it wouldn't be so popular.
There were many modified species created by genetic engineering, but there were very few natural species. However, the natural species looked domineering. Although they would run away when they saw people, when you really caught them, they would stare at you with their eyes wide open, and their limbs would keep waving. The mutated mouth with a hard horn would bite down as long as there was an opportunity, unlike other tortoises that retracted their head, limbs, and tail into the shell.
Cillin hadn't done too much research on this type of turtle, and he had only occasionally seen some introductions in an aquatic pet magazine. Looking at the golden threads on the turtle's back, he heard that it was possible to determine a Golden Silk Turtle's age based on the golden thread patterns on its back. Silin looked. The golden patterns combined with the patterns on the turtle's back were not bad, but he didn't know how to tell the age of the turtle.
Silin knocked on the turtle's shell. Sure enough, the shell of a naturally bred golden thread turtle was hard. This knock also angered the golden thread turtle. Its mouth with curved hooks bit the net that tied it up twice. If the net was not firm and replaced with a normal fishing net, it would have been bitten through.
Looking at the golden thread turtle, which was kicking its limbs and staring at him, Silin didn't untie the net. Instead, he threw the golden thread turtle on the boat with the net attached. There were two strange-looking small fish in the fish bucket. Huimao had thrown them up. If the golden thread turtle was placed together with the two small fish, the fish would probably enter the golden thread turtle's stomach in less than five seconds.
Although he didn't catch any fish, it was still a big gain to catch this big guy. According to the introduction in the pet magazine, the price of a golden thread turtle that was not even half the size of the one in his hand had reached five digits. In this case, the turtle in his hand was worth several buckets of fish.
Huimao caught a round of fish at the bottom of the lake and returned to the boat. He shook his hair and saw the struggling golden thread turtle that Silin had placed upside down on the boat.
Wheeze circled around the Golden Thread Tortoise and slapped it with its paw. The Golden Thread Tortoise bit its paw when it tried to slap the tortoise's head, but Wheeze wasn't afraid at all. Even this kind of thing would have a hard time biting through its paw. Therefore, Huimao raised his claws with interest and looked at the guy that refused to let go. He said to Silin, "Did you catch this turtle?"
"I just caught it with the net over there." Silin pointed to the shallow water with his chin.
Huimao sniffed the golden thread turtle. "Doesn't seem to be very tasty."
"I don't know if it's tasty, but the price of this guy is definitely not less than five buckets of fish."
Hearing that this guy was worth so much, Huimao was happy.
"That's good!"
For the rest of the time, Huimao didn't care about the fish in the lake anymore. He stayed on the boat and played with the golden thread turtle.
"Hey, Silin, look at the patterns on the turtle's shell. They are flashing!"
Silin looked over. He didn't notice it at first, but now he noticed that the golden threads on the turtle's back were flashing. When they were at their brightest, they were like sunlight.
"It is absorbing solar energy," Huimao said after looking carefully for a while.
It was exhausted from struggling, so it was using the golden threads to absorb energy to replenish itself.
"This mutated species is quite special."
After playing for a while, Silin let the boat sail back. Because many people had caught fish today, people could be seen talking and laughing everywhere. Whether it was the anglers or the owners of fishing gear rentals, they were all happily talking about the interesting things that happened today.
When Silin arrived, many people had returned their fishing gear and boats. After settling the interest, some left, while those who stayed gathered together to talk.
Someone saw that there were two strange-looking fish in Silin's bucket. The locals could recognize these two kinds of fish. They were both ferocious fish, but they tasted good. But no matter how good the taste was, there were only two fish. That was nothing! Especially when everyone returned with a full load today.
So when some people saw Silin's fish bucket, they looked at him with disdain, as if they were looking at a rookie. But when Wheeze dragged the net bag with the Golden Threaded Tortoise inside, everyone's eyes immediately widened.
Ignoring the others who were still talking and laughing, the people who saw the golden thread turtle ran over to take a closer look.
Huimao looked at the people who came over and let out a warning growl. If you dare to have any ideas about this turtle, I will scratch you to death!
But no one cared about Huimao. After taking a closer look and confirming that it was the golden thread turtle, someone shouted, "F * ck! A hundred-year-old golden thread turtle. This size is definitely a hundred-year-old golden thread turtle! I heard that golden thread turtles used to live in this lake, but I didn't think it was true! "
Some people who weren't afraid of death couldn't help but reach out and touch the turtle. They didn't mind even when Huimao scratched them a few times. Knowing that the cat followed its master, they all blocked Silin's way, afraid that Silin wouldn't know what it was and would sell the turtle to those unscrupulous rental shops.
"Kid, is that your golden thread turtle?"
"Hey, I saw it first. Don't push, don't push!"
"I'll give you a hundred thousand MB for your golden thread turtle, how about it?"
"Fuck off, I'll give you a hundred and fifty thousand!"
"..."
These people didn't look like they lacked money. A hundred thousand MB was like ten RMB to them. Moreover, these people had the demeanor of a scholar before, but now that they saw something good, they didn't care about their demeanor anymore. They all blew their beards and glared at each other, afraid that they would fall behind.
A few even older grandpas also walked over quickly. They might be old, but their steps were steady. Still, they didn't expect to be this fast at their age.
The old man who came over hit the people blocking his way with his walking stick. "Out of the way, out of the way!"
Silin was amused. These people obviously knew each other, and even the youngest among them was already middle-aged. Although the old man was hitting them with his walking stick, he didn't kill them. A few people rubbed their arms exaggeratedly and complained bitterly, but they still obediently moved out of the way. There was no malice in their eyes, as if they had expected this.
They were all good-natured bickering. Silin could see that these people didn't intend to steal the turtle directly, but their desire to buy it was very strong. It was obvious that they really liked it.
"Hey, Grandpa Sun is here!" Someone said.
"Professor White!"
"You two haven't left yet, have you?"
The group of people who had been surrounding them said with bitter expressions.
"Hmph! What, you want this old man to leave early and miss out on this good thing? "Grandpa Sun picked up his walking stick and hit the speaker twice, causing him to let out a strange yelp. The people around them were already used to it.
After the few old men came over, the middle-aged people around them stopped yelling and formed a circle to prevent others from squeezing in. What a joke. The old men were the elders, and it was not good for them to chase them away. As for the other kids, they shouldn't come over to make trouble. If someone wanted to buy it at a sky-high price, the few of them wouldn't be able to enjoy it. There was no lack of young masters from rich families in the school. It would be a waste for this treasure to fall into their hands!
However, these people respected the old men, and Huimao didn't care. It only knew that this turtle could be exchanged for a lot of fish biscuits, and it would scratch whoever tried to steal it to death!
"It really is a golden thread turtle. It should be a hundred years old!" The person called Grandpa Sun said.
Everyone was very convinced by the words of this Grandpa Sun. This old man was a veteran in this field.
"Not bad, not bad. It's still very energetic." Old Professor White used the walking stick in his hand to knock on the shell of the golden thread turtle, but the golden thread turtle suddenly opened its mouth and bit it tightly. Old Professor White tried to pull it out a few times, but he still couldn't get it out.
Huimao glanced at the two old men who dared to use their walking sticks to poke its treasure. If it wasn't for Silin stopping it, it would have already torn their walking sticks apart!
"Oh! Wow, it's really energetic. This is definitely not a genetically engineered turtle! "someone said.
The other heads nodded in agreement.
Old Professor White, who had his walking stick bitten, didn't get angry. Instead, he started to play with the golden thread turtle as if he had found something interesting. The joy in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.
"How many years has it been since I've seen this kind of natural turtle?" Grandpa Sun sighed. "Young man, did you catch this in the lake today?"
The special structure of the turtle's back, especially the golden stripes, allowed the golden thread turtle to avoid the scanning of scanners. Therefore, generally speaking, it was very difficult to find a golden thread turtle. Genetically engineered golden thread turtles were easy to find, but natural ones were even more difficult to find. Someone once used a scanners to explore the entire lake, but they only found two small turtles. Not long after, those two small turtles also died. Since then, no one had seen a golden thread turtle in the lake. Unexpectedly, Silin had fished out such a big one today.
Following Grandpa Sun's words, everyone turned their attention to Silin, who was holding a bucket with only two small fish in it.
"This is mine." Silin told them the place to catch the turtle, and everyone present recorded it down. Those who knew that they had a bad memory turned on the recording equipment they brought with them, afraid that they would miss a word. Then, they might be able to catch one themselves.
"Do you know the value of this golden thread turtle?" Grandpa Sun looked at Silin. Although his smile was very kind, there was an invisible aura about him. Although there was no malice, it made people feel a sense of awe.
"I don't know too much about this. I just happened to see it once in a marine pet magazine." Celine told him about the report in the magazine.
Grandpa Sun nodded. "Can I take a closer look?"
Now everyone knew that Huimao, who was holding the net bag in its mouth, was not a kind person. If you wanted to touch the turtle, you needed to get the owner's permission, or else you would be scratched.
"Sure." Silin gestured for Huimao to put down the net bag.
Huimao looked around unkindly and unwillingly let go of the net bag. However, he did not walk away. Instead, he squatted beside the net bag, as if guarding a sheep against a wolf.
Grandpa Sun, White, and a few other old men immediately put on their identification equipment and began to carefully study the golden thread turtle.
When Silin saw these old men take out the equipment they carried, his face twitched. It seemed that these people usually carried their tools with them.
While the old men were studying it, the people around them did not make a sound and quietly waited for the identification results. These old men were all authorities in this area. When they said the results, everyone would have an idea, so they waited nervously for the identification results.
Silin looked at the people around him who were so nervous that it was like they were waiting for the results of a large-scale examination. He found it a little funny.
Huimao watched as these old men took out all kinds of strange tools and turned the golden thread turtle over and over. He swung his tail impatiently.
Finally, Grandpa Sun was the first to stand up. Although he was a little tired, his eyes were full of excitement.
"Ninety-eight years! It's a ninety-eight year golden thread turtle! "
Everyone believed Old Man Sun's words without a doubt.
"That's right. It's a ninety-eight year turtle, and it's going to be ninety-nine years soon." The other old men also finished their work.
Ninety-eight years!
If he raised it for another two years, no, a little more than a year, he would be able to raise a hundred-year-old golden thread turtle. When that time came, he would be very proud. There was also a rumor that people who raised a hundred-year-old turtle would be rich and lucky.
Silin guessed that those rumors were deliberately spread by the peddlers, but there were many enthusiasts in this area, so everyone was willing to believe it.
"Young man, is this turtle ready to make a move?" Grandpa Sun looked at Silin.
Silin thinks for a moment and shook his head. He was not short of money, but this kind of natural turtle was really rare. He would raise it himself.
Seeing Silin like this, the people around him showed a disappointed look.
Some people did not give up and offered a high price of nearly a million, but Silin still refused.
In the end, Grandpa Sun stopped everyone's discussion and said to Silin, "Since you are not willing to make a move, we will not force you. However, we really want this turtle. How about this, let's make a deal."
Grandpa Sun discussed with Silin and decided to keep the turtle with them for two days to study and return it after two days. They also signed a contract. Originally, Silin said that there was no need to sign a contract, but the few old men refused and insisted that it had to be signed. Otherwise, they would not be at ease.
Silin laughed, "Alright, let's do that."
After the contract was signed, the golden thread turtle was placed with Grandpa Sun. Grandpa Sun gave his address and contact details to Silin. When the time came, Silin would go and look for him.
As they were talking, Grandpa Sun suddenly asked, "You are not from our school?"
"No, I'm here because of that RAS professor's lecture," Cillin said.
Speaking of this, the people around them looked proud. If someone from the RAS came to give a speech, it meant that the school was valued by the RAS. Of course, they would be proud if their school had such an honor.
Most of the people around them were teachers from San Calombo. Some of them had grown up in San Calombo, especially people like Grandpa Sun and Professor White. These old men had devoted most of their lives to San Calombo. Their feelings for San Calombo were incomprehensible to outsiders.
San Calombo was not the best, and there were many shortcomings. However, in their hearts, it was the most important school. Even the affiliated schools were not as important as San Calombo.
When San Calombo received the letter of approval from the RAS, they held a celebration party. On the day the letter of approval was issued, San Calombo sent out the news. Who knew how many schools were envious of him?
At the same time, many people started to book hotel and conference tickets for San Calombo. Although Silin did not see many people coming today, most of the places were already booked. Many people couldn't get a hotel room even if they offered a high price. Even though many people from other planets couldn't attend the conference in person and couldn't book a hotel room, they still came to experience the festive atmosphere and the festive atmosphere of San Calombo.
Silin did not know that his decision would cause such a big change in San Calombo.
Because some people from other planets had come to San Calombo recently, when Silin admitted that he was not from San Calombo, everyone naturally thought that Silin had the same goal as the people who came to experience the atmosphere.
Seeing everyone's expression, Silin did not deny it. He just smiled and did not say anything.
Grandpa Sun pulled up a map of San Calombo's campus, pointed to his house, and said, "I live here. You can go there and get your turtle. I won't go back on my word. If you don't have time, you can contact me directly. My name is Sun Fu. Just tell me my name. Everyone in San Calombo knows me. "
After negotiating with Silin, Grandpa Sun hurriedly asked his housekeeping robot to deliver a box. He carefully put the golden thread turtle in the net bag. He didn't waste time talking to the others. He got on the flying car that came to pick him up and left in a hurry.
A few old men who were on good terms with Grandpa Sun also got on their flying cars and chased after him.
Cillin left the place with the gray cat after completing the procedures and returning the items.
That day, the news of the 98-year-old golden thread turtle in San Calombo's lake spread.
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