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

.........

At nine o'clock, all eight hundred people entered the venue.

The iron bars closed, and Yang Qi slumped onto the table, a system voice echoing in his mind:

[Total number of fishermen: 2910. Total multiplier: 31100x.]

Yang Qi clicked his tongue inwardly, "2910 anglers. It's a pity not all of them are new customers, otherwise this number would double!"

"The alligator gar that devours the heavens..."

Yang Qi reached out and looked at his hand, then clenched his fist and released it.

My mind automatically conjured up the horrific scene I witnessed at the underwater world last night: the torn remains of fish, the scales and bone fragments deposited at the bottom of the lake.

As he thought about it, a fierce aura involuntarily emanated from his body.

"Hmph, let me see who put it there!!!"

Close your eyes, open the system panel, and bring up the monitoring records.

From the first day of opening, all the images were arranged on the system panel in his mind according to the timeline, and played in fast forward.

He skipped over those repetitive daily routines: getting up early to open the door, collecting tickets and registering customers, helping anglers catch fish, and returning to their fishing spots to pack up their rods.

Several segments were skipped in a row without any issues.

Then he saw Zhao Hua.

In the video, Zhao Hua walks into the fishing spot with a bulging backpack on his back and places his mobile phone and electronic devices among the bushes.

Then, aimlessly chatting with the fishermen on the shore, he stood up, and then, unexpectedly, his left foot stepped on the top of his right shoe, and he stumbled and fell into the water.

After being rescued, he was soaking wet. He grabbed a fisherman to thank him, but the fisherman turned around and ran off to reel in the fish.

Zhao Hua stood up, wrung out the water from his trousers, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked to a less crowded area.

At first, Yang Qi really thought it was just an accident, once, twice...

After watching it countless times, he noticed a detail: Zhao Hua's backpack was bulging before he fell into the water, but it was flat after he fell in.

At the same time, looking back at Zhao Hua's standing position and posture before falling into the water, the action of stepping on the upper of his right shoe with his left foot was very deliberate.

The more you look at the signs, the more suspicious they seem.

Zhao Hua, a blogger who exposes fake news...

Because of the previous conflict, Yang Qi also believed that this person had a motive for revenge.

But after going over the scene three times in his mind, he realized that there was no shot of Zhao Hua taking anything out of his backpack and throwing it into the water.

Without direct evidence, the fact that the backpack is deflated doesn't prove anything.

call……

Yang Qi let out a breath of stale air. Just as he was getting annoyed by this situation of "having evidence yet having no evidence,"

Cao Cao has arrived!!!

"Hey there, Mr. Yang, business is still booming!"

Yang Qi raised his head.

Zhao Hua stood outside the iron fence, holding a phone stand with the screen facing him. A red light was on next to the camera, indicating that he was live-streaming.

He had a smile on his face, and a backpack was slung over his back, still bulging, with the zipper zipped up tightly.

"Family, as you wished, I've returned to the giant fish fishing grounds."

Zhao Hua tilted his head slightly towards the camera, "But this isn't a debunking operation, it's a tour. The person in front of me—"

He turned the camera to Yang Qi, "That's Boss Yang from the fishing pond. Boss Yang, may I go in?"

Yang Qi stood at the door, looking at that grinning face, and a surge of anger rose within him.

That lingering negative and malicious thought, which hadn't completely dissipated, showed signs of resurgence.

For a fleeting moment, Yang Qizhen wanted to reach out and grab Zhao Hua by the neck, asking him what exactly was in that backpack.

Suppressing the impulse, he forced a smile. "The admission fee remains the same, one thousand."

"no problem."

Zhao Hua temporarily clipped his phone to the stand and took out another phone from his pocket to scan the QR code.

A notification sound indicating successful payment was heard.

Yang Qi opened the iron gate and stepped aside to make way: "Please come in, Blogger Zhao."

"Hey, it's nothing big or small, just a small streamer, nothing compared to the boss lady."

Zhao Hua stepped into the room with a smile, his backpack swaying slightly as he walked in, making a soft gurgling sound.

Zhao Hua walked a few steps towards the shore, held his phone up to the water, and several comments scrolled across the screen.

As he walked, he recited, "My family asked how big this reservoir is... about a hundred acres... yes, it's the place where they caught fish weighing several thousand kilograms..."

Yang Qi watched his retreating figure, his eyes reddening slightly.

I'd like to see what kind of trouble you, you weasel, can get up to.

Needless to say, Zhao Hua came back this time not only to verify whether his masterpiece had been discovered and to satisfy his perverted psychology.

We also prepared three types of fish fry: 10 arapaima fry, 6 mandarin fish, and 6 plecos.

They simply want to pollute the reservoir so that there are no fish to catch.

Yang Qi didn't keep staring at Zhao Hua; that would be too obvious and too likely to alert him.

Yang Qizheng turned and walked towards the supermarket when a voice came from behind him.

"Hey, are you the owner of this fishing spot?"

Stop and turn around.

A cool, matte black and gold Lamborghini was parked outside the iron gate, its low-slung body barely touching the ground.

The car door was open, and a person was leaning against the driver's side window, half-sitting and half-leaning.

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with short black hair that was slightly disheveled by the wind, and his features were so delicate that he didn't look real.

So handsome, so handsome, so handsome! If you posted this online, you'd be the kind of guy who could charm both women and men.

There was a lingering melancholy between his brows, and his eyes were dark brown with relatively large pupils.

Yang Qi sized him up; the man's entire outfit was more expensive than the fishpond's turnover over several months.

Driving this kind of car to a fishing spot in a mountain valley doesn't look like someone who's there to fish at all.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

The man straightened up from the car window, took two steps forward, and stood outside the iron fence.

"Hello, my name is Shirai Ito. Actually, it's nothing much, I just wanted to visit your fishing spot."

"Just a visit?"

"Um……"

Shirai Ito tilted his head slightly. "Your fishing spot's been pretty popular lately, so I just went in to take a look."

Yang Qi didn't believe the other party was just casually looking around; they must have ulterior motives. But he didn't dare remain silent.

"If it's just for a visit, the entrance fee is 50."

"Okay, I'll park the car first."

Shiraito turned back to the Lamborghini, the car emitting a low roar of its engine, and headed towards the parking lot.

Yang Qi stood there waiting for him.

About two minutes later, Shiraito walked back from the direction of the parking lot.

A look of surprise appeared on his face, his lips slightly agape, as if he were in shock.

Reaching the iron gate, he gave Yang Qi a thumbs-up and said, "Boss Yang, your garage... it's quite a grand affair."

Yang Qi looked at him expressionlessly: "Stop talking nonsense, are you coming in or not?"

"Come in, come in." Shirai Ito took out his phone and scanned the QR code at the door. "One hundred yuan has been credited to your account."

"That's too much. Fifty is enough."

"It's okay, I'm in a good mood."

Shirai Ito put her phone back in her pocket and smiled at Yang Qi.

Yang Qi turned his head away and opened the iron gate to let him in.

As Shiraito stepped inside, he began glancing left and right, finally spotting Chen Zilu, who was live-streaming not far away.

Chen Zilu is holding up her phone stand to interview a fisherman who just caught a 20-pound grass carp.

Sunlight shone from behind her, gilding the outline of her ponytail with a golden edge.

Shirai Ito's gaze lingered in that direction, and then he spoke:

"Boss Yang, is that your fiancée? Your wife?"

Yang Qi's brows furrowed instantly, forming a distinct "川" (river) shape between them.

What do you want to do?

Shirai Ito turned her head slightly, realizing she had gone too far. The gloom on her face briefly dissipated, replaced by a smile.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

He waved his hand and glanced in Chen Zilu's direction again.

"It's beautiful, even more so than in the live stream."