CHAPTER 869: CHAPTER 359: THE BOOK IS COMPLETE_2

Imagine that grizzly bear sneaking up on the three of them, just about to launch an attack, and then they suddenly turn around and shout, surely scaring the bear senseless.

What a pity, what a pity.

As for the two other Russians who spoiled their fun, Lin Yang and the others still wanted to thank them, for dealing with the "threat" of the bear.

When they approached, Lin Yang and the others were surprised to find that the guy with the gun was none other than Marokov.

"Hey, Marokov, Spasiba~ (Russian for thank you.)"

Seeing it was Marokov, Lin Yang immediately greeted him happily, using the newly learned Russian phrase ’thank you’ to express gratitude for his action.

"Hey, Yang... not rich...."

Marokov responded with clumsy Chinese, although it was clear he hadn’t remembered Lin Yang’s name.

Lin Yang didn’t mind and smiled warmly at the two approaching men, nodding his head.

Their language communication was limited to this, then they took out their phones and used translation software to communicate.

"You really came here to look for salmon? This place isn’t safe, bears and wolves often show up, you need to carry a gun."

Marokov skillfully typed what he said into his phone and raised his double-barreled hunting rifle to Lin Yang.

"Yeah, the two of us looked at the map and found this place. We just had some caviar, tasted good. Thanks for earlier, Marokov, are you two going to catch salmon?"

Lin Yang expressed his gratitude again, even though Marokov didn’t do anything, they wouldn’t be in danger. But he was well-intentioned, and from the surface, it did look like Marokov had saved them.

"You’re welcome. Speaking of caviar, the sturgeon caviar from the west of the Caspian Sea is the real delicacy. Unfortunately, it’s too far away to catch.

Moreover, it’s said that the number of sturgeon has been declining over the years, and there are stricter restrictions on catching them, probably no chance.

But the salmon here, the caviar tastes nice and the salmon meat has a decent market, it’s a good option."

Perhaps because Lin Yang and the others were international friends, Marokov was quite friendly towards the three of them.

"Alright, you two focus on your tasks, don’t mind us. I’ll keep watch for you, pay attention to the wild animals around."

Unlike Marokov typing enthusiastically on his phone, his companion seemed a bit impatient, although he didn’t say anything, his expressions showed a slight hint of it.

Not everyone is warm and hospitable, so Lin Yang just told Marokov to focus on what he was doing and he’d keep watch for them.

Marokov didn’t fuss and called his buddy over to get to work.

They took two nets from the big plastic bin, wearing waders, waded into the river, ready for action.

As salmon leaped upstream from the waterfall, they seized the opportunity and scooped the salmon into the nets.

Probably because they often did this sort of thing, their every move led to a catch.

After about ten minutes, the big plastic bin was filled.

With the bin full of salmon, Marokov and his buddy lifted the bin and headed back.

Seeing this, Lin Yang and the others followed.

Where the tricycle was parked, not far away was the highway, and the small truck they had taken earlier was parked right there.

Marokov and his buddy carried the bin full of salmon to the small truck, while Lin Yang drove the tricycle towards the truck as well.

Reaching the truck first, Lin Yang took out the fuel tank hanging at the back of the tricycle to refuel the low-gas tricycle.

The tricycle was a motorcycle with a small fuel tank; to travel farther, they naturally needed to carry some gasoline.

Just when they rented the vehicle, the gasoline tank was included as a rental extra, so they obviously brought it along.

After refueling the tricycle, Marokov and his buddy also reached the truck with the salmon.

Thinking Marokov and his buddy would leave after unloading the bin, they were surprised when they emptied the fish into the truck and continued heading towards the waterfall.

Clearly, they planned to keep catching salmon.

It made sense, the back of the small truck had plenty of space, and since Marokov and his buddy just arrived, it was obvious they wouldn’t just catch one bin of fish and leave.

Seeing this, Lin Yang hurriedly stopped Marokov to bid farewell.

They had achieved their purpose here and didn’t intend to linger, preparing to head back.

"Marokov Davari, goodbye my friend, my companions and I are heading back!"

Marokov had ferried them from the dock to town, and with this recent gunshot help, he proved to be a worthy person to befriend.

At the parting moment, naturally, they wanted to say goodbye properly.

"Lin Yang Davari, heading back already? Would you like to take a salmon?"

"Uh, no need for that, we’ve already savored the taste of salmon caviar earlier, it’s great."

Lin Yang showed Marokov the translation on his phone and gave him a thumbs up.

This gesture, like the middle finger, was internationally recognized.

Marokov glanced at the tricycle they were sitting on and continued typing on his phone.