A god-tier fishing spot, anglers lined up to give me money.

The noise continued, and the fishermen on the shore all frowned.

Fishing is all about stillness.

When the water is quiet, fish dare to come ashore, and people have the patience to wait patiently.

These 12 people are standing there shouting at the top of their lungs, like a vegetable market.

Forget about the fish, even the anglers at the nearby spots were completely distracted.

"What's all the noise about?"

A burly man in his early forties, with a face full of scars, a large gold chain around his neck, and a fishing rod in his hand, was the first to lose his temper. He turned around and yelled at the group of people.

That voice was louder than Yang happy and the others combined, startling them so much that they involuntarily took a half-step back.

Lai Feng hid behind Yang happy, her voice low: "Old happy, why don't we wait until tonight? There are so many people, what if..."

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Yang happy spoke toughly, but inwardly he was apprehensive. "Do they really think they can hit an old person? We're practically on our deathbeds, try touching us and see what happens!"

The people nearby looked at each other, somewhat hesitant.

"Yes, yes, they wouldn't dare."

"Shout together! Shout together!"

The 12 people encouraged each other and raised their voices even louder.

"Yang Qi! Come out here!"

"If they don't come out, we'll keep shouting!"

"Let's see if you open the door or not!"

The fishermen on the shore were angered, but they didn't dare to do anything, they could only curse verbally.

"What's going on? Are we even going to fish anymore?"

"Can you please be quiet? You've scared the fish away!"

"Whose elderly person is this? Can't you do something about it?"

"Where's the boss? Why isn't he coming out?"

……

Wang Jian's fishing spot wasn't far away. He turned his head and looked at the group of people, his lips twitching.

"Old Lin, it seems Brother Yang is in trouble."

Lin Zaitian put down his fishing rod, squinted at the group of people, and knew exactly what was going on.

They had seen this kind of situation many times in the early stages of their business.

When you're down on your luck, nobody cares; when you're successful, all you get are relatives, envious and eager to take it all for yourself.

"Do you need any help?" Lin Zaitian asked.

Wang Jian shook his head: "No rush. I want to see how he solves it."

Yang Qi's expression was incredibly gloomy at this moment. He handed the pole to Gu Cai Pang: "Fatty, take this."

Gu Cai Pang took the fishing rod, his earlier jovial demeanor vanishing. "Brother Yang, need any help?"

"No need," Yang Qi said coldly. "If I can't even handle them, I should close this fishing spot as soon as possible."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the group of people.

Gu Caipang watched his retreating figure and lost interest in fishing, but he still maintained the professional qualities of a fisherman and didn't let go.

I'm trying my best to play the fish back, hoping to resolve the situation quickly and see what's going on.

"Yang Qi, come out here!"

"Stop hiding! You can run away eventually, but you can't hide forever!"

"We must make this clear today!"

Yang Qi walked to the small house and stood still.

"What are you shouting for?"

The noise disappeared

Upon seeing Yang Qi appear, Yang happy was the first to step forward. He walked up to Yang Qi, pointed at him, and said, "Yang Qi, you've come at the right time. Let me ask you, does this reservoir belong to the whole village? Why are you the only one making money from it?"

"Exactly!" Yang Jinming chimed in, "You earn 1 a day, while we can't even afford the soup. That's outrageous!"

"Share the money!" Lai Feng shouted from the back of the crowd.

"Yes, let's split the money!"

"We must split the money!"

The twelve people started talking all at once, their voices growing louder and louder, spittle flying everywhere.

Yang Qi stood still, his expression frighteningly calm.

I glanced at the fishermen on the shore.

They were all watching this side; some had furrowed brows, some looked dissatisfied, and some had already put down their fishing rods, clearly having lost their appetite for fishing.

Yang Qi suppressed his anger, trying to minimize the damage and resolve the issue peacefully. He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.

"Grandpas and grandmas, we're open for business here. Shall we chat outside the reservoir?"

"Hmph, trying to downplay this? No way." Yang happy shook his head, refusing, "I'm not going, we'll talk here!"

"Yes, say it right here!"

"What's there to be ashamed of? Say it right here!"

Yang Qi gritted his teeth and questioned, "Speak! Speak up! Shouting and yelling like dogs, do you really enjoy bothering others?"

"You, you..."

Yang Xi's finger trembled, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and suddenly his eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He lay on the muddy ground, his eyes tightly closed, his face showing distress.

Lai Feng immediately rushed to Yang happy's side, slapping her thigh and wailing, "Murder! Yang Qi has murdered someone! Help!"

Yang Jinming followed suit, pointing his finger at Yang Qi's nose and cursing:

"Yang Qi, you heartless bastard! Old happy watched you grow up!"

When you were a kid, you fell into the river, and it was Old happy who pulled you out! Now you're going to drive him crazy over a few bucks? Are you even human?

"Help me? Who pushed me into the water? Should we remind someone of that?!"

"you……"

The fishermen on the shore looked at each other and muttered under their breath, "Shameless."

Yang Qi looked at Yang happy lying on the ground, squatted down, and chuckled softly:

"Playing the rogue? That's outdated."

He paused, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the eaves. "Look, what's that?"

Everyone's eyes followed the direction he was pointing.

Under the eaves, a hemispherical camera was facing this direction. Several other cameras were also hanging around it, forming a triangular formation, leaving no blind spots.

Lai Feng's howling stopped abruptly.

Yang Jinming's fingers froze in mid-air, his mouth agape, unable to close.

Yang happy, who was lying on the ground, twitched his eyelids.

"You guys continue, I'm filming, it's all in HD, and it even has audio recording."

"When the police arrive, we'll show them the surveillance footage and see who's acting like a scoundrel. Should innocent people who gather to cause trouble be detained or imprisoned? No, I need to investigate..."

Upon hearing the words "police," "jail," and "detention," Lai Feng withdrew her hand from Yang happy, stood up, and took two steps back.

Yang Jinming's expression changed from anger to guilt and panic.

The people behind them who were itching to cause trouble didn't dare to do anything reckless. As a rural person, they might not listen to reason, but when it came to going to jail, the police were very effective.

Yang happy, who was lying on the ground, also "woke up".

Slowly opening her eyes, she feigned confusion, propped herself up with her hands, and sat up slowly, looking around: "What... what happened to me? My head hurts so much."

"Should we take him to the hospital?" Yang Qi looked down at him. "Don't let him die!"

A low chuckle rang out from the shore.

Yang happy could no longer save face. He got up from the ground, lowered his head, and didn't dare to say another word.

Lai Feng tugged at his sleeve, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "Let's go, Lao happy."

"Hmph, a bunch of shameless, disrespectful old people! People are just peacefully running a fishing spot, and you come here to cause trouble. When you can't win, you play dead. And when you're exposed, you think you can just run away? Where's your shame?"

"Exactly!" chimed in a middle-aged man wearing glasses. "I recorded it all and will post it online so the whole country can see your true colors!"

"How dare you bully a young person!"

"If I were you, I'd want to crawl into a hole and disappear!"

One sound after another, like knives stabbing into the group of people.

Yang happy lowered his head, his face flushed, and didn't dare to say a word. He fled down the mountain as if he were running away.

He stumbled and almost tripped over a stone.

Yang Jinming, Yang Hao, and Lai Feng followed behind.

The group slunk down the mountain, much faster than when they came.

The reservoir has returned to calm.

Yang Qi stood there, his shoulders heaving. What else could a bunch of old fogies do besides gossip behind people's backs?

"Brother Yang, are you alright?"

Gu Caipang appeared out of nowhere and handed over a bottle of water.

Yang Qi took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

"fine."

"Do you need my help?" Gu Caipang asked tentatively.

"No need, a bunch of old fogies can't do anything to me," Yang Qi said. "My parents, aunts and uncles may scold me for not doing anything productive, but if it really comes down to a fight, they'll definitely be on my side."

"Let them make a scene. Come on, I'll play along."

Gu Cai Pang was taken aback for a moment, then gave a thumbs up: "Just don't cause any deaths, that's all."

"Know."

Yang Qi looked in the direction where the group of people had disappeared down the mountain, and then looked at the fisherman who had been disturbed.

He cupped his hands in apology and said, "Everyone, I'm so sorry to have spoiled your fun. I apologize to everyone."

"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing."

"But you, boss, need to be careful. Judging from their expressions, they're definitely not going to let this go."

"Thanks for reminding me."

……

After the incident, the group of fishermen, being reasonable, quickly got back into the swing of things.

For some reason, they discovered that the giant creature was biting the hook more frequently.

Despite frequent rod breakages and line snaps, their fighting spirit only intensified.

The thrill of battling giants and experiencing an adrenaline rush keeps them coming back for more.

Along the shore, more and more broken fishing poles were stuck in the ground. Each time a pole broke, they would walk over and plant it, seemingly creating a mound of poles...