Let's go back to 2008, starting with a recreational fishing park.

The sudden storm shattered the tranquility of the stadium.

At this moment, Jiang Jianguo, Wang Guifen, Su Qing, and others arrived at Jiangxia.

"Xiaxia, what should we do? It's raining so hard, do we still have to continue the game?"

"Brother, you need to think of something quick! The judges over there are asking if the competition should continue!"

At this moment, even Zhao Dahai and his wife, who had come to watch the match, rushed over anxiously: "Brother, what should we do now? Should the match continue? Is there anything we can do to help?"

Faced with the chaotic questions around him, Jiang Xia felt as if his mind was about to explode.

His eyes were fixed intently on each and every contestant in the arena.

They found some of them twisting their bodies to avoid the wind and rain.

Some were hurriedly talking to the referee behind them.

Some stood there helplessly staring at the water.

Jiang Xia sighed, just about to helplessly inform the emcee in the middle of the reservoir to suspend the competition.

Suddenly, they saw a strange figure.

This is contestant number 56, the guy who drew the first number but ended up with a bad spot.

As I recall, this guy did pretty well yesterday; he wasn't eliminated in the first round despite his lower ranking.

What caught Jiang Xia's attention was not the opponent's performance or ranking, but rather the opponent's current demeanor.

While all the contestants were in a state of panic due to the sudden downpour.

Only this man was sitting steadily in his fishing spot, his expression solemn and serious, as if he were completely unaffected by the weather.

For a moment, Jiang Xia stared blankly at the other person's figure, frozen in place.

"Boom!"

Another clap of thunder struck, and the rain poured down even harder!

At this point, many athletes had already run towards places where they could find shelter from the rain, even before they had received any notification that the competition had been suspended.

Only number 56, even though he was already soaked to the bone, kept his hand firmly gripping the fishing rod, his eyes fixed on the float bobbing up and down in the waves.

Jiangxia stood on the shore, watching as the other person's fishing line was stretched taut by the strong wind, and the tip of the fishing rod was bent into a taut arc.

But that guy didn't even flinch at all, as if the chaotic opponents, the howling wind, and the torrential rain around him had nothing to do with him at that moment.

In an instant, a familiar phrase inexplicably appeared in Jiang Xia's mind.

……

"Brother, you need to make a decision quickly!"

At this moment, seeing that Jiang Xia had not responded for a long time, Jiang Xiaobo said anxiously.

Jiang Xia snapped out of his daze upon hearing this, glanced at the surrounding crowd, and said in a deep voice:

"The game continues, without pause!"

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the people around Jiang Xia looked at him in surprise, as if asking, "Are you crazy that the game isn't being stopped in this heavy rain?"

Seeing this, Jiang Xia waved his hand at everyone and said, "Listen to me, if I say no pause, then no pause."

Immediately afterwards, in front of everyone, he took out his phone, edited a message, and sent it to the master of ceremonies in the middle of the reservoir.

It was raining heavily, and Jiang Xia knew the other party might not see the text message, so after sending the message, he dialed the other party's number.

After the call connected, Jiang Xia only said one sentence:

"Check the text message I sent you!"

At this moment, the most miserable person in the fishing area is not the judges and audience under the tent, nor the contestants and referees in the wind and rain, but the host and emcee standing on a small boat in the middle of the reservoir!

He felt the small boat beneath his feet rocking violently in the wind and waves, one hand tightly protecting the microphone in his arms to prevent this crucial tool, which could be used to notify the suspension of the game, from getting wet and malfunctioning.

With his other hand, he gripped the edge of the boat tightly, afraid that he would stumble and fall into the cold reservoir.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Waves splashed across the water as he shouted at the top of his lungs to the villagers who were rowing him.

The villagers, struggling to row their boats, looked at the burly host in front of them and noticed that his once slicked-back hair was now completely disheveled by the rain. His once-impressive suit was also soaked and clung tightly to his body.

He knew that the usually glamorous host was now completely panicked.

Finally, the emcee's cell phone rang.

A flicker of joy crossed his flustered face as he quickly and carefully took out his phone and pressed the answer button.

But after listening to Jiang Xia's words, he fell into deep confusion.

Why didn't they just tell me directly that they were pausing the game? Why did I need to read a text message?

However, since Jiang Xia was his benefactor, the emcee still had to listen to what the other party said.

After hanging up the phone, he covered his head with his suit jacket and turned on his phone screen.

But when he saw the contents of the text message, he froze on the spot.

The boatman, seeing that he hadn't responded after reading the text message, shouted at the top of his lungs, "What's wrong?"

"Master Zhang, what's wrong? Shall we go ashore?"

Upon hearing the boatman's question, the emcee glanced at the message again, then opened an umbrella from the boat and handed it to the boatman, saying in a deep voice:

"Master, please hold the umbrella for me. It's okay if I get wet, just be careful not to let the rain get on the microphone in my hand."

The boatman gave the man a strange look, but still took the umbrella and followed his instructions.

Then, the emcee wiped the rain off his face, carefully straightened his suit, took a deep breath, and his expression became solemn.

Just like the highlight of his life, what I am about to say is about to be said.

The next moment, a powerful baritone voice rang out amidst the storm:

"Dear contestants, the competition is in progress. Please return to your fishing spots!"

"Here, Mr. Jiang Xia, General Manager of Qingshan Fishing Park, the organizer of the competition, would like to say a few words to everyone present..."

At this point, the emcee mustered all his strength, as if using every ounce of his power, and shouted into the storm:

"Let the storm rage, we'll remain steadfast!"

“…………”

His deep, resonant baritone voice reached the ears of everyone present with precision.

As soon as the words were spoken, many people froze on the spot.

Su Qing looked at Jiang Xia beside her, her face turning slightly red.

Jiang Jianguo, 50, looked at the reservoir in the torrential rain and silently lit a cigarette.

Several contestants who had run under the shed to take shelter from the rain, facing the gazes of the surrounding audience, all showed expressions of shame after hearing these words.

On the judges' panel, Qin Songnian, sitting in the very center, suddenly clapped his hands and laughed loudly:

"Good, good lad... what a fine example of remaining calm and collected amidst the storm!"

The referees, who were originally in the rain, now stood up straight, holding up their umbrellas, letting the wind and rain beat down on them.

Those who didn't leave their fishing spots ignored the raging wind and rain, picked up their fishing rods again, and focused their attention on the floats in the water.

Only Jiang Xia felt that the scene was missing a sentence:

"In the courtyard... the pear blossoms have faded once again."