The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish-Chapter 66 - 65: Patterns, Grandeur

"Teacher, I'm at the hotel."

He Zhenmin quickly informed his teacher, Han Weixiang, of his location.

"Okay, wait for me at the hotel; I'll come to find you shortly."

Half an hour later.

A Chang'an series sedan stopped in front of the hotel, and He Zhenmin, who had been waiting at the door, quickly ran over.

"Teacher."

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The rear window of the car rolled down, and an old man with white temples dressed in a Tang suit looked towards He Zhenmin.

This old man was He Zhenmin's teacher, Han Weixiang.

"Get in."

There was no excessive polite chitchat or idle talk.

He Zhenmin opened the door of the passenger seat and sat down.

They were now going to find Fang Hao, hoping that he would take them to see the fishing spot and confirm the location.

After practicing the Innate Skill, Fang Hao felt refreshed and invigorated.

His entire mental state was different.

It appeared that the Innate Skill indeed had some tricks to it.

He could feel some subtle changes occurring in his body, although they were not significant and could easily be missed without careful observation.

This made Fang Hao more interested in the Innate Skill.

"It seems I need to take some time to practice every day."

He wasn't seeking anything else; just hoping to maintain a better mental state after practice.

Look at him now; he hadn't slept all night and yet still felt fantastic.

Not a bit sleepy.

Not a bit tired.

He did feel a bit hungry, though.

As if he had used up a lot of energy.

His stomach was getting hungry faster than usual.

Fang Hao then decided to go out and eat something first.

He went to the bathroom to wash up, changed into clean clothes, and threw his dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Then he went out to eat, choosing a fast-food restaurant at the entrance of the residential complex.

This restaurant was one he frequented often; it was clean, sanitary, and reasonably priced.

Surprisingly hungry, Fang Hao ordered two portions, spending over twenty yuan.

Once the food arrived, he began to devour his meal hungrily.

Before long, he had finished the first portion.

After one serving, the hunger in his stomach subsided significantly.

He slowed down his eating pace with the second serving.

Fang Hao's consumption of two portions drew curious glances from those around him.

The young man had quite the appetite.

Youth was enviable.

After finishing the second portion, Fang Hao did not ask for a third.

He was finally about seventy percent full.

He planned to wander around outside and wait for He Zhenmin and the others.

As Fang Hao walked on the street, he accidentally looked up and saw a sports lottery shop.

Hmm?

Sports lottery.

Right.

Fang Hao suddenly remembered the five unsuccessful lottery tickets he had bought before, and then recalled the broken radio that had predicted the outcome of tomorrow night's football match, right?

It seemed to say the National football team would score an upset victory over the Italy team.

Maybe he should place a bet too?

To see if he could really win a prize this time.

No matter how much he won, it didn't matter.

What he wanted was the feeling of winning.

He made up his mind and walked into the lottery station.

"Boss, can I place a bet on a football match?"

"Sure, which type of game do you want to bet on? Basketball or?"

"Football."

"The one tomorrow night between the National football team and Italy."

"Sure, do you know the rules for betting on football?" asked the owner while simply introducing Fang Hao to the game's rules.

"Then I'll bet on the National football team 2:1 over Italy, and raise the bet to ten thousand yuan."

"Okay, National football team 2:1..."

"???" The owner thought he must have misheard.

"Young man, did you say that wrong?"

The owner looked sharply at Fang Hao.

If it were just a bet of a few tens of yuan, the owner wouldn't care much—what's done is done.

But Fang Hao was betting ten thousand yuan; the owner had to make sure the other party hadn't misspoken.

"No, it's the National football team 2:1 over Italy."

Fang Hao casually placed a ten thousand yuan bet at odds of around seventy times.

After making sure he hadn't misheard and the other party hadn't misspoken, the owner still couldn't help but try to persuade him.

He informed Fang Hao about the levels of the two teams.

He was genuinely afraid Fang Hao would lose his money, throwing away ten thousand yuan for nothing.

The National football team beating Italy—that was basically impossible.

"It's okay, consider it a way to support our Huaxia soccer," Fang Hao said with a smile, without explaining too much.

Could he really tell them he had foreknowledge of the result?

But even Fang Hao wasn't fully certain if the information broadcasted on the radio was one hundred percent accurate.

He was just trying a ten thousand yuan bet.

If he really won, he could earn roughly seven hundred thousand yuan.

If he lost, then he'd be out ten thousand yuan, but it wouldn't be too painful.

Vision, magnanimity.

The lottery shop owner couldn't help but respect Fang Hao internally.

After leaving the lottery shop,

Fang Hao received a message from He Zhenmin just in time, saying his teacher had arrived and they were coming to meet Fang Hao.

That was pretty fast.

Fang Hao responded, and they confirmed the meeting place.

It was just outside Fang Hao's community.

Fang Hao didn't have to wait long, soon spotting He Zhenmin arriving in another car.

He Zhenmin sat in the passenger seat, while an old man in a Tang suit sat in the back.

Without a doubt, this must be He Zhenmin's teacher.

"Teacher, this is the fishing friend I told you about, Fang Hao."

"Fang Hao, this is my teacher, Teacher Han Weixiang."

He Zhenmin gave a brief introduction to both parties.

"Teacher Han."

Fang Hao politely greeted the other party.

"Don't be so formal, Brother Fang, come on, get in the car and we'll talk," said Teacher Han with a kind smile on his face, opening the rear car door for Fang Hao to get in.

Fang Hao didn't hesitate and got in the car.

"Do you have a photo of the gold jewelry?" the old man asked Fang Hao.

"I do, I took a photo on my way back."

That way, Fang Hao didn't have to carry the item with him all the time; just showing the photo to others would suffice.

When Teacher Han saw the photo of the gold jewelry, he confirmed his own guess.

Indeed, it was gold jewelry from the Southern Song period with an Exotic Realm touch.

"Indeed, it's an artifact from the Southern Song era."

Since Fang Hao had assimilated the knowledge about appraising treasures and the history of various Huaxia dynasties, he was no longer completely clueless.

He also started chatting with Teacher Han about the maritime Silk Road.

Their assessments were surprisingly in agreement.

That was, the place where he had been fishing, there might be a Southern Song dynasty shipwreck lying at the sea bottom dating back a thousand years.

This shipwreck was from a merchant vessel that traveled the maritime Silk Road, trading with various countries overseas.

If this shipwreck could be excavated, it would undoubtedly be a major discovery.

It would cause a sensation nationwide!

A merchant ship, after all.

No one knows how much stuff is inside.

Now, the hope is that a significant portion of the items inside the shipwreck is still well preserved.

"So, shall we go check out the fishing spot now?"

Teacher Han's face couldn't hide his excitement.