Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 668: 403, Humanoid Self-walking King Crab Radar_4 Chapter 668: 403, Humanoid Self-walking King Crab Radar_4 Qing Chen smiled but didn’t speak.

However, the blue whale didn’t seem to have actually brought them good luck.

In each crab cage, there were only a sparse seven or eight king crabs, a dismal catch.

In the Barents Sea, pathfinding cages normally contain 25 to 30 king crabs, which would signify a decent harvest, indicating they were nearing the crab colony.

If there were eighty crabs in the cage, it would mean they were right above the crab colony.

Old John said his personal best was once lifting 112 king crabs in a cage. The huge king crabs almost filled the steel-welded crab cage to the brim.

Back then, the captain of the Arctic was Zhang Jian’s father. People at the port often said that smart Asian captain could always find the largest crab grounds on the mysterious Barents Sea every year.

Zhang Jian furrowed his brow looking at the catch on deck; not only was the catch pitiful, but one of the cages had also been stolen by the Tiger Whale vessel…

He felt like he could already hear the mocking laughter from other crabbing boats.

There was a tradition in the Walnut Bar. At the Amsterdam Port, there were a total of nine crabbing boats. Each year, captains would place a bet of ten thousand euros each. Whoever completed their quota first could take the eighty thousand euros from the remaining eight captains. This eighty thousand euros were to be distributed among the crew members.

The owner of the Walnut Bar stationed himself at the port to closely monitor the weighing of each crabbing boat’s catch.

This was also why captains liked to frequent the Walnut Bar; crabbing also had its stakes.

The crew members would also work tirelessly for that extra cash. To know that gaining over ten thousand euros was akin to randomly receiving over a hundred thousand yuan, for no reason at all.

However, Zhang Jian hadn’t mentioned this matter to Qing Chen or Yang Yang because his ten thousand euros was akin to throwing money into the water…

At that moment, Yang Yang suddenly mentioned, “Just after we set down the pathfinding cage and headed deeper into the Barents Sea, there was a spot that seemed quite promising.”

Zhang Jian looked at Yang Yang, patiently explaining to one of his few crew members, “Crabbing isn’t that simple; it’s not just about placing the crab cage wherever looks good to you. You need to understand that during this season, king crabs gather on the continental shelf, and the crab colonies follow specific patterns.”

Nedup also cast them a cold glance, “Don’t think just because you’re good at throwing hooks, you can freely make suggestions on board. A sailor just needs to do a sailor’s job.”

Yang Yang smiled but said no more.

Only Qing Chen looked at Yang Yang thoughtfully, asking quietly, “Has your perception range increased?”

Yang Yang replied softly, “It’s expanded to 300 meters.”

Qing Chen nodded, no wonder the girl had suddenly spoken up.

“How large is the crab colony you detected?” Qing Chen asked.

Yang Yang nodded, “Densely packed, full of them.”

The king crabs were concentrated in an area 270 meters deep, just within reach of Yang Yang’s perception range.

This Yang Yang, she’s like a walking radar, wherever she says there is a crab colony, there really is one!

However, they were not related to Zhang Jian and others in any way, nor were they truly here for crabbing.

Now that they had smoothly boarded the ship, they would simply follow whatever instructions Zhang Jian and Old John gave, since all Qing Chen was waiting for was a storm.

According to the weather forecast, in four days, a powerful cyclone of over 60 knots would strike from the north, perhaps providing an opportunity.

However, at this moment, Old John suddenly turned to Yang Yang and said, “Where exactly is the location you mentioned? We can place a few pathfinding cages there.”

Zhang Jian wanted to say something but listened as Old John continued, “We’ve just set out to sea, no one knows where the crab ground is, everyone is trying to find it aimlessly. So it’s fine to throw a few pathfinding cages based on preference.”

At this exact moment, Old John, although just a sailor with 20 years of crabbing experience, seemed more like the captain.

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Six thousand word chapter, another one at 11 PM.