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

.........

As time went by, there was a constant stream of people at the reservoir entrance.

One car after another drove into the garage, and one person after another went to the registration desk to scan the code and pay. The voice announcements were almost a continuous background noise, and Yang Qi's phone kept vibrating.

By 8:30 a.m., Chen Zilu looked at the line in front of her, glanced down at the numbers on the registration form, and reached out to tug at Yang Qi's sleeve:

"Yang Qi, there are almost 800 people entering."

Yang Qi put down his pen, looked at the surging crowd at the entrance and the fishing spots along the reservoir that were about to be filled with people, and took a deep breath.

The reservoir's optimal carrying capacity is 800 people, with a maximum of 1500 people.

Exceeding the optimal capacity will drastically reduce the user experience and compromise safety.

After letting the last person in, Yang Qi stood up and blocked the entrance, shouting loudly to the crowd that hadn't yet entered: "Everyone, the reservoir is full. We're not accepting new guests today."

The people at the very front of the line were stunned. A bald, burly man carrying two fishing rods shouted:

"What? It's my turn to register, and you're telling me it's full?"

"That's right, we came all this way!"

"I'll pay an extra hundred, let me in!"

"Even paying more won't work, all the fishing spots are already full."

Yang Qi shook his head. "Besides, it's not a good experience when it's crowded. Please come early tomorrow; we open at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow?" someone shouted in dissatisfaction. "I took the day off today!"

"I'm so sorry."

Yang Qi cupped his hands in greeting, "But we really can't go in any more today. Fishing is all about comfort and mood. Eight hundred people is just right. If there are more people, the fish will all be scared away. What's the point of fishing then?"

"I'll say it again, we'll open at six o'clock sharp tomorrow."

"You boss, you really don't know how to do business. What kind of boss drives customers away?"

"that is…"

Yang Qi ignored him, made a gesture of invitation, and firmly said, "Excuse me, please go back."

Although there were many grumbling voices of dissatisfaction in the crowd, seeing Yang Qi's firm attitude, they knew there was no room for negotiation.

Some people turned and walked back, cursing.

Some people stood at the door, unwilling to give up, while others sighed, shook their heads, and left.

As Yang Qi watched the crowd disperse and was about to sit down again, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at the back of the crowd out of the corner of his eye.

The man was wearing a light gray windbreaker, carrying a bulging bag, and was squeezing forward with his head down.

"Make way, make way!"

As Zhao Hua walked out of the crowd, his gaze met Yang Qi's the moment he looked up.

He... really came?

Yang Qi raised an eyebrow, straightened up again, and didn't rush to speak.

Zhao Hua laughed first, showing no sign of the embarrassment he felt a month ago when he was publicly called a "dog".

Upon reaching the registration desk, he greeted us warmly, like an old acquaintance: "Boss Yang, business is doing well, isn't it?"

"What's wrong? You're a fake-debunking blogger? You're even debunking fakes?" Yang Qi said bluntly.

"Of course, it's my job, please forgive me."

Zhao Hua waved his hand with a smile, "That day, I was actually too impulsive. Boss Yang is a magnanimous person and doesn't hold grudges. After I got back, I watched the video several times and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that the fish was real. So I thought I would come here today to experience it and apologize to Boss Yang."

He spoke sincerely, and his smile was genuine; anyone who saw him would think that this person had truly changed.

The reason for the apology was that it was the day he earned the most money since he started live streaming. Even though he was criticized, who would turn down money?

So he changed his approach: he still had to continue fighting counterfeits, and he also took care of some minor grudges and other trivial matters.

A weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken... Yang Qi knew what was going on, and slowly said:

"Debunking fakes is fine. However..."

Pointing to the sign next to him, he said, "Blacklisted individuals will need to pay double the fishing fee, 1000 yuan. Cash or QR code?"

Zhao Hua's smile froze for less than half a second before quickly returning to normal: "Boss Yang really knows how to do business. Scan the code."

"One thousand yuan has been received via WeChat."

Yang Qi glanced at his phone screen, confirmed he had received the message, and then slightly turned to the side: "Please, debunking blogger."

Zhao Hua put away his phone and gave Yang Qi a thumbs up: "Boss Yang is straightforward, then I won't stand on ceremony."

After saying that, he shouldered his bag and walked inside. As soon as he turned his back, his expression changed. "Yang Qi, if you insult me, don't blame me for resorting to underhanded tactics..."

His entry angered the fisherman who was still unwilling to give up and had been blocked at the door.

They were all about to leave when they saw Zhao Hua go in, so they immediately turned back and surrounded Yang Qi.

The one leading the group was still the bald, burly man, his face flushed red: "Boss! What do you mean? We've been queuing for so long, and you're saying it's full and we can't get in! That guy just arrived, why is he allowed in?"

"Yes, a thousand yuan, right? I'll pay!"

"This isn't about money."

Yang Qi said calmly, "He's a blogger, not here to fish. He doesn't take up a spot, so he can naturally come in."

"We disagree! We disagree!"

"..."

"What's all the noise about? If you want to buy groceries, go to the market."

This shout significantly reduced the noise.

Yang Qi frowned and said coldly, "I understand how you feel, but rules are rules, and no one can break them. If it's full, it's full. We'll open at six tomorrow, so arrive early."

"You..." The bald, burly man wanted to say something more.

Yang Qi raised his hand to interrupt him: "If you feel it's unfair, you can... keep making a fuss. Once you're blacklisted, it'll be double the price next time you come."

The bald, burly man opened his mouth, stared at Yang Qi for a few seconds, then turned away, cursing as he walked off.

"Fine, fine, you're ruthless! I'll come at six tomorrow."

Seeing that the leaders had left, the others could only grumble and disperse.

Once everyone had completely left, Yang Qi sat back down in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Chen Zilu, who was standing next to him, poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, her whole demeanor filled with excitement: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yang Qi took a sip and drank it all, only then did he feel that his throat was not so dry.

"Yang Qi, I just did some calculations!"

Chen Zilu leaned closer, lowered her voice, and said excitedly, "800 people, all at 500 a day, plus 19,000, that's 419,000!"

Parking costs 50 yuan per car, so 326 cars would cost 16300 yuan. Adding that to the blogger's 1,000 yuan, the total is 436300 yuan. That's 436,000 yuan a day!

"Even after taxes, there are still hundreds of thousands left. Yang Qi, I never dared to dream of earning hundreds of thousands a day..."

Yang Qi looked into her bright, sparkling eyes and couldn't help but smile.

"The best is yet to come. This is nothing. Didn't you want to do a live stream? Go get ready. We've already set up your account, don't waste it."

"Um!"

Chen Zilu clenched her fist, her expression serious, and said, "Yang Qi, I will try my best too!"

"Okay, you'll be my future exclusive live streamer."

Chen Zilu smiled and went inside to prepare the equipment.

Yang Qi sat facing the reservoir, and occasionally a fisherman who arrived late would ask, "Are there any seats left?"

He waved to each of them and said, "Manchus, please come early tomorrow."

Shortly after, a commercial vehicle with local license plates stopped in the open space in front of the registration office.

The car door opened, and a young man carrying a camera jumped out from the passenger seat.

A woman with short hair and a neat appearance followed closely behind through the back door. She was wearing a shirt and carrying a voice recorder.

Yang Qi recognized her; she was the reporter who had interviewed him at the foot of the mountain a month ago. Her surname was Zhong, and her name was Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi saw him and walked over in a few steps: "Boss Yang, hello! Do you remember me? Zhong Yi, the reporter who interviewed you a month ago."

"I remember, I remember, I like Ms. Chung."

Yang Qi shook hands with her, his gaze sweeping over her team behind her. "May I ask what brings you here, Reporter Zhong?"

"Hmm..." Zhong Yi smiled. "Can we go in and do a follow-up interview? The last interview was well-received, and many viewers were very interested in the changes that have taken place in your village over the past month. Especially today's opening, the scene was very lively, and we'd like to do a special report on it."

"Can."

Yang Qi nodded. "But I'm quite busy today. You can film by yourselves. If you have any questions, we can talk after we finish work tonight."

"No problem!" Zhong Yi paused for a moment, then asked, "Is there a charge?"

"No need, no need. I'm overjoyed that reporter Chung is giving me free sex, why would I charge her!"

"Well then, I'll take my team inside."

After saying that, Zhong Yi turned to the team and gave them an OK sign.

Then he walked a few steps towards the reservoir, picked up his recorder, and started recording into the camera.

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhong Yi, a reporter from the Hongdu Evening News. The giant fish fishing spot in Yangjia Village, which we reported on a month ago, officially opens today..."

Yang Qi withdrew his gaze, fell silent, and submerged his consciousness in the water...