Chapter 51

By the river.

Zhang Xian began his new day's battle.

But as always, the float showed no reaction for a long time.

Ding!

Check-in successful!

Reward: 20,000 R Coins!

Random reward: Skill Blind Box!

Zhang Xian was intently staring at the river surface when the familiar voice sounded again in his mind.

After more than a month of consistent check-ins, the daily fixed reward increased from 10,000 to 20,000 R Coins.

But this fixed reward was now just pocket change to Zhang Xian—better than nothing.

The random reward was what he truly looked forward to.

And today, it finally came.

Another Skill Blind Box!

Since he obtained the Bagua Eye last time, Zhang Xian had been eagerly awaiting a new skill—this thing was just too good.

More skills never weigh you down!

Zhang Xian immediately issued the command and opened the Skill Blind Box.

Ding!

Congratulations, host! Skill acquired: 【Divine Angler】!

Along with the system notification, countless fishing techniques and experiences flooded into his mind.

Wow, this skill is solid.

Right now, Zhang Xian went fishless eight days out of ten; when he did catch something, it was always small fish.

Now, he was officially a Divine Angler!

After digesting the knowledge in his mind, Zhang Xian quickly moved to a new fishing spot and adjusted the float's depth.

He cast his line again.

Three minutes later, the float suddenly sank.

After a brief struggle, a carp weighing five or six catties was reeled in.

Nice!

666!!

Zhang Xian held the big carp, happier than if he'd won a million from the system.

He wasn't short on money—he was short on a sense of achievement.

This big carp directly satisfied his sense of achievement and vanity.

He used to be 【Air Force·Xian】; now, call him 【Divine Angler·Xian】!

Jingxi Electronics Factory livestream room.

Recently, Zhang Xian's livestream viewership had dropped significantly compared to when the Air Force Couple had gone viral; now there were only six or seven hundred people, most of whom were fishing enthusiasts watching the stream while waiting for their own floats to dip, seeking some comfort from Zhang Xian's misfortune.

Their general thought was: no matter how bad my catch is, it's still better than his—he's almost always air force!

So when Zhang Xian caught a five- or six-catty fish, the fishing enthusiasts in the livestream completely broke down.

"What the fuck, he got a fish!"

"He actually caught such a big one!"

"Wait, where's the promised air force?"

"Turns out you can't be unlucky forever!"

"Damn it, even he caught a fish!"

"Bro, this script's wrong—why are you catching fish?!"

Some fishing enthusiasts cursed loudly; others vented indignantly.

Before their outrage had even subsided, Zhang Xian caught another fish—smaller, but still two or three catties.

"Holy shit, he's on a streak!"

"How the hell is he on a streak?!"

"Just got lucky—stumbled into a school of fish!"

"Wait, he's on a streak?!"

"Where's the promised air force? What's going on?!"

The livestream erupted again.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xian by the river was delighted—it was his first-ever streak since he got into fishing!

The feeling was absolutely amazing!

No wonder it was a gift from the godfather—reliable as hell!

Zhang Xian rebaited his hook and cast again.

After a while, another fish bit—the catch this time was a grass carp weighing three or four catties.

The fishing enthusiasts watching the livestream broke down again.

They had always treated Zhang Xian as a mascot; whenever he went air force, they'd think of their fellow streamers and feel better.

But now they'd been stabbed in the back!

You promised air force—why are you catching fish one after another?!

And what hit these fishing enthusiasts even harder was that after the streak began, the streamers who had been air force for days on end suddenly seemed to have unlocked their meridians—their catch rate skyrocketed.

As a result, the group of fishermen eventually became numb, and the live stream chat became filled with nothing but:

"Tenth rule."

"Eleventh rule."

"Twelfth rule......"

When the crowd reached "Twenty-second rule,"

Zhang Xian packed up.

It wasn't that he didn't want to keep fishing—he simply ran out of space; his fishing net bag was completely full.

And these twenty-odd fish, the largest weighing seven or eight jin, the smallest about one or two jin, adding up to nearly seventy or eighty jin in total.

If he kept fishing like this, carrying them back would become a problem.

Hey, actually, I don't need to take them all home!

Zhang Xian suddenly remembered how one of his fishing buddies operated—he gave away his excess catch for free to neighbors since he couldn't eat it all.

But even this free gift had a condition: to receive fish, you had to wear silk stockings.

That's a great idea!

Zhang Xian had plenty of time now; his goal was simply to have fun.

He tied the net bag securely to the back of his electric scooter, then rode it to the entrance of a nearby residential complex.

It was just after work hours; people came and went at the gate, and street vendors had set up temporary stalls along the roadside.

Zhang Xian found an empty spot to park his scooter, then placed the full net bag on the ground.

"Brother, are you selling fish?"

The woman selling grilled sausages next door came over to ask.

"Not selling. Giving away."

As he spoke, Zhang Xian pulled out the pen he'd just bought at the supermarket and the A4 paper he'd asked the shop owner for, and wrote on it: "Wear silk stockings, free fish."

"Free fish?"

The sausage vendor's interest was piqued.

"Yeah, it's written right there!"

Zhang Xian pointed to the words on the A4 paper.

"Can't I get fish without wearing silk stockings?"

The woman frowned; autumn had passed, the weather grew cooler each day, and at her age, she wore long sleeves and pants already.

"The rules are written!"

Zhang Xian pointed again at the A4 paper.

"What kind of stupid rule is this..."

The woman muttered, clearly displeased.

At that moment, a woman in an office suit happened to walk by; she glanced at Zhang Xian's A4 paper and unconsciously stopped. She was wearing silk stockings—sheer ones.

"Handsome guy, you're really giving away fish?"

The woman smiled as she asked; she was in her early thirties, makeup flawless, clearly a white-collar office worker.

"Of course it's real."

"I caught too many—I can't eat them all!"

As he spoke, Zhang Xian pulled out a carp weighing four or five jin: "Here, take it."

"Thanks, handsome guy, but I don't have anything to carry it in."

The carp in Zhang Xian's hand was still alive, squirming twice as he handed it out; the woman had only a handbag with no room inside.

"I don't have anything to carry it in either—you figure it out yourself!"

Zhang Xian shrugged; he'd acted on a whim and hadn't prepared any bags for fish.

Besides, he was giving them away for free—no reason to provide bags too.

But this white-collar woman was clever; she asked the man selling grilled squid nearby for a plastic bag and happily carried off the large carp.

Before leaving, she thanked him again, very politely.

"Brother, you're really giving them away for free!"

Seeing the woman actually receive a fish, the sausage vendor's eyes turned red.

"Didn't you just see it?"

Zhang Xian didn't particularly care for the sausage vendor; she wasn't attractive, her figure was poor—a middle-aged, overweight woman, easily weighing one hundred and fifty to one hundred and sixty jin.

There's nothing to be done—this is a world that judges by looks.

Zhang Xian was just an ordinary man—he enjoyed looking at young women and married ladies in silk stockings, elegant mature beauties and such.

"Handsome guy, can I get one?"

"Handsome guy, what about me?"

At that moment, two young girlfriends walked by, arm in arm; they looked about twenty, one wearing white silk stockings to the knee, the other black silk stockings.

"Sure! Absolutely!"

Zhang Xian grinned and handed each of them a fish.

"Handsome guy, can I film this and post it online?"

The girl in white silk asked.

"Sure, but don't film my face—or blur it."

It was fine if the fish-giving went public, but Zhang Xian still wanted to stay low-key.

While Zhang Xian was chatting with the two girls, a crowd had gathered around to watch; women who met the criteria—young ladies and married women—quietly formed a line.

Zhang Xian, crouching behind the fishing net bag, looked out and saw nothing but silk-stockinged legs.

In an instant, Zhang Xian suddenly understood the meaning of fishing.