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

……

The two walked to the bank of the reservoir.

Yang Qi stopped and gestured with his chin towards the empty fishing spot: "We're here. Find a spot and fish yourself."

He paused, then lowered his voice and added, "Don't tell anyone I let you in as an extra."

Shirai Ito took the equipment bag off his shoulder, looked around, chose a flat cement surface to squat down, and winked at Yang Qi as he turned back:

"OK."

He unzipped his equipment bag halfway, then suddenly stopped, looking at Yang Qi. "Boss Yang, that giant yellow catfish... do you think I have a chance?"

Yang Qi stood behind him, hands in his pockets, looking at Bai Yiteng with a smirk: "Give me a million, and I'll swim around and make it bite your hook."

Upon hearing this, Shirai Ito paused, then smiled and said:

"Hahaha, Boss Yang, you're really joking. Using people as bait, wouldn't I be an animal?"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Let's leave it to luck. Don't force it. Oh, and those 10 people said they don't want to see tomorrow's sun. You don't need to worry about them after that."

"Just because of what you said."

Yang Qi took two steps to the side. "I'll reduce the price by 100,000, making it 900,000. Transfer the money to me now, and I'll go into the water right now."

Shiraito's hands, which were arranging the fishing line, stopped completely. He stared at the float in his hand for a long while.

Finally, he waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it. Life is more important. I paid 900,000 to get you involved. If something really happens to you, wouldn't I become a sinner? I can't afford to take a life."

"Bai family, young master, can't you take responsibility for a life?" Yang Qi shook his head: "Fine, you handle it yourself. If anything happens, come find me; I'm on the other side."

Turn around and walk towards the other side of the reservoir...

The morning passed quickly, and the sun was high overhead, casting shadows that shrank into several dark clumps.

The King Yellow Dragon Catfish never showed its face again.

No 800-pound behemoth appeared, but other fish kept biting the hook.

Shiraito caught fish weighing tens of kilograms every morning.

Since they weren't his target fish, and he didn't care about the few dollars he'd make from them, he released each one back into the water without even glancing at them.

An old man at the next fishing spot couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at him, "Young man, that grass carp is quite big, weighing over ten pounds. It could be braised or steamed, and sold outside. It's such a waste to release it."

"Grandpa, I came for that 800-pound one." Shirai Ito re-baited and cast the fish out. "A ten-pound one isn't interesting."

The old man shook his head and turned back to keep staring at his float.

Several anglers nearby looked up when they heard the words "800 jin," then looked down again to continue changing their bait.

After a morning of activity, the atmosphere along the reservoir changed from initial excitement to a state of "excitement mixed with fatigue."

The frequency and enthusiasm for casting have decreased significantly.

Shiraito squatted on the shore for a while, watching his float bob on the water's surface, showing no signs of being dragged.

I put the rod away, hung it back on the rod holder, and stood up to stretch.

Then walk along the opposite side of the tide on the shore.

Yang Qi was still sitting under that tree, with a top-notch fishing rod in the rod holder in front of him, and the float in front of him stood steadily, barely moving all morning.

They were incredibly relaxed.

Yang Qi looked up and saw him walking over, then tossed his divine fishing rod aside: "Young Master Bai, how was the result?"

"Release the miscellaneous fish, some weighing ten or even dozens of kilograms."

Shirai Ito squatted down beside him, resting her hands on her knees, and looked at Yang Qi, "Do you stand by what you said this morning?"

"What did I say?"

"You asked me if I wanted that catfish. Give me a million, and you'll go into the water and help me lure it."

Yang Qi looked at him, his face showing no change in expression, but he was already smiling inside.

He bent down to wind the line onto the rod, then looked up at Shiraito: "Now, the price has gone up."

"It went up?" Shiraito's brow twitched. "How much?"

"Young Master Bai, you were right this morning. Life is more important. We can earn money later."

Yang Qi paused for a moment, then continued, "I've thought about it carefully. Life is indeed important, so the current price..."

"Two million, I'll pay it," Shiraito answered first.

Upon hearing the price of 200 million, Yang Qi fell silent.

Seeing this, Shirai Ito pressed his advantage, continuing, "Boss Yang, aren't we friends? I helped you deal with those 10 people, but you didn't do much. For that reason alone, you have to help me."

Yang Qi rolled his eyes: "I don't accept moral blackmail. I told President Gu, you made the arrest yourself, I didn't ask you to."

"We still have friends, let's keep things separate."

With that, Yang Qi held up three fingers, "300 million, I'll take the plunge. Deal if you're interested."

Upon hearing this, Shirai Ito immediately slapped his thigh and said, "3 million it is. Deal."

I'll wait for you here this afternoon, okay? I'm going to eat now.

Yang Qi turned and walked towards the hut, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

After taking a few steps, he heard Shirai Ito's voice behind him: "Boss Yang, you personally went into the water to lure that fish, right?"

Yang Qi didn't turn around, but waved his hand with his back to him: "Guess."

...

Arriving at the door, Yang Qi pushed it open and went inside. Chen Zilu was sitting at the table, her computer screen lit up, with video clips arranged in a row on the timeline of the editing software.

Hearing the door open, she looked up at him and said, "You're back? The food's in the pot, help yourself."

Yang Qi washed his hands, served rice and vegetables, and sat down opposite Chen Zilu.

...

After finishing his meal, Yang Qi washed the dishes, dried his hands, and pushed open the door to come out.

The afternoon sun had shifted slightly westward from overhead, making the light intense.

People were coming and going at the supermarket entrance. His mother, Lai Lingling, was sitting behind the cashier, while several fishermen were buying drinks and snacks in front of her.

He was scanning a QR code and chatting with people at the same time, beaming with joy.

At the iron gate, Yang Wenshang and Yang Kairong were in charge of security checks for those entering and exiting.

With nothing else to do, Yang Qi stood at the door for a while before slowly walking along the shore.

As I passed by Niu Erhu, who was bending over to adjust the spool, someone next to him nudged him.

He looked up and saw Yang Qi, then called out, "Boss."

Then he scratched the back of his head and smiled.

Yang Qichong nodded and continued walking forward.

There were seven or eight fishermen squatting there, their fishing rods stuck in a row.

When I got to the first uncle, he was casting his line and pulled a grass carp weighing seven or eight pounds out of the water with a flick of its tail.

My companion helped catch the fish in the net, removed the hook, and put it into the fish basket. The fish basket was bulging, indicating a catch of at least several dozen kilograms.

The man turned around and saw Yang Qi standing beside him, grinning as he said:

"Boss, since I started working at your reservoir, I haven't come back empty-handed. These fish help supplement my household income when I sell them outside."

Yang Qichong gave a thumbs up:

"That's because you're skilled. Catching fish is your achievement. You're amazing, truly amazing."

The man smiled so broadly that wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Not at all, not at all."

But she couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth from smiling.

Continuing onward, a young man was discussing with someone the events of a large fish escaping earlier. Seeing Yang Qi pass by, he called out:

"Boss, are the fish in your reservoir injected with chicken blood? They're incredibly strong; my arm is still shaking."

The person next to him chimed in, "Exactly! He ran the line three times, three times!"

Yang Qi turned around and smiled at them: "The fact that it ran away means it hasn't reached your bowl yet. Next time it comes, it will grow bigger and be more valuable."

The two young men were amused. One poked the other's arm with the handle of the net and said, "Come again next time."

"Come again next time."

……

As he walked around, almost every fishing spot he passed was greeted by someone.

Yang Qi was genuinely happy; seeing the fisherman's smile was an achievement in itself.

They might not be able to catch a fish weighing 100 pounds, but they can easily catch fish weighing several tens of pounds.

air force?

does not exist!

There are so many fish, they can catch whatever they want. Besides, there's a system bonus, so they can catch as many as they want.

Fishing is for fun; if you come home empty-handed every day, who's going to come?

The burst damage is better than the air force in retaining personnel, and there's also the standoff with the big fish.

His bottom line is simple: to ensure that everyone who comes to fish sincerely leaves the mountain with a smile.

They laughed and said they would come again next time, and that they would make money every day.

As Yang Qi walked back to the willow tree, he was thinking about the 10 bodyguards.

My loyal bodyguard, don't keep me waiting too long...

I sat back down under the tree and had just set up the pole when I caught a glimpse of a figure running towards me out of the corner of my eye.

Upon closer inspection, Shirai Ito, having finished eating, stood beside Yang Qi:

"Boss Yang, I'm here. Shall we begin?"