Chapter 56

Taihe Yuan.

Zhang Xian came again; today he brought thirty fish, filling both fish crates to the brim.

After placing the fish crates on the ground, he set up a sign beside them.

Goddess Festival Fish Distribution Event!

1, Women aged 18 to 40

2, Dress appropriately, wear silk stockings

3, One fish per person per day

Upon seeing Zhang Xian's sign, the man selling iron-grilled squid was utterly stunned—he had kept the fishing-net stocking from yesterday inside his snack cart's cabinet, planning to wear it today to claim a fish if Zhang Xian came again.

Taking advantage within the rules isn't shameful.

For example, when a billiard hall launched a "black silk stockings free table fee" event, did you think all the women there were wearing black silk stockings?

No, 90% were guys wearing black silk stockings.

So the man selling iron-grilled squid felt zero guilt—he couldn't miss this chance to scam the system!

Yesterday's fish, stewed, was delicious.

But Zhang Xian didn't follow the script—he actually created rules for claiming fish, calling it the "Goddess Festival Event"!

"Bro, it's almost the end of September—why are you running a Goddess Festival event?"

The man selling iron-grilled squid couldn't take it anymore and stepped forward to confront him.

"My event started on March 8th and lasts one year."

"Yeah, I just think we shouldn't only care about women on March 8th."

Zhang Xian spoke with full conviction.

Uh, that works too!

The man selling iron-grilled squid opened his mouth but had no reply.

"Then why do you have an age limit?"

At that moment, the woman selling grilled sausages next door also came over—she was nearly fifty, well over the age limit.

"Hey, I figured since it's almost the end of September and the weather's getting cool, kids and elderly folks shouldn't wear silk stockings—they'd freeze their legs!"

Zhang Xian gave his explanation.

Hearing this, the woman selling grilled sausages was speechless; she rolled her eyes: "You're weirdly nice."

"If you're going to do good deeds, you might as well do them thoroughly."

Zhang Xian shrugged lightly.

At this point, women who met the criteria had already started arriving to claim fish; before coming, Zhang Xian had messaged the sister who'd left her WeChat yesterday, and she immediately told a few neighbors she got along with.

Yesterday's video of Zhang Xian handing out fish had gone viral; they'd all seen it, and also seen the netizens' summarized "Fish Claiming Guide."

The higher your beauty, the bigger the fish!

The longer your legs, the bigger the fish!

The shorter your skirt, the bigger the fish!

Beauty and leg length are innate and hard to change, but skirt length is entirely up to you—so all of them unconsciously put on short, body-hugging skirts and applied exquisite makeup.

Beauty is innate, true, but makeup—a kind of "dark art"—when used properly, still delivers excellent results.

So now, before Zhang Xian's eyes, were nothing but short skirts and silk stockings of different colors.

If not for the roadside setting, Zhang Xian might have thought he'd walked into a karaoke bar.

He once again deeply felt the meaning of fishing.

Joy shared is joy multiplied.

Catching too many fish himself only brought him personal happiness; now, many people shared his joy.

Following the netizens' summarized fish-distribution principle, Zhang Xian happily handed out fish to the line of women.

Since he'd already distributed once yesterday, and the video had gone viral, today's crowd was enormous—even female internet influencers came specifically to ride the trend, arriving early and waiting nearby; as soon as they saw the fish distribution begin, they rushed over to join the queue.

In under an hour, all thirty fish were given out.

Zhang Xian didn't linger; he packed up the crates and slipped away.

He'd helped thirty families again—immense satisfaction!

He rode his electric scooter back down the alley.

From afar, he saw Liu Dongxu leaning against his car door, smoking.

"Big Brother Xian, you're finally back."

Seeing Zhang Xian, Liu Dongxu tossed his cigarette butt and strode forward with a serious expression.

"You need something?"

Zhang Xian put his feet down, physically braking his scooter.

"It's you who has something!"

Liu Dongxu forced a serious face, but his expression was odd—Zhang Xian noticed his lips kept twitching upward, only to be forcibly suppressed.

"Dongxu, what's wrong with your mouth?"

Zhang Xian asked, puzzled.

"Nothing's wrong!"

Liu Dongxu shook his head, speaking with solemnity: "Big Brother Xian, we're talking about you now!"

"Me? What about me?"

Zhang Xian looked suspicious.

"Come on, Big Brother Xian, stop pretending."

"We're all brothers here—this news has been up all afternoon. So what if you broke up? Old one gone, new one comes!"

"Chu Yourong breaking up with you? That's her loss—she'll regret it eventually."

Liu Dongxu adopted the posture of a loyal brother standing up for his friend.

Yet Zhang Xian noticed that as he spoke, the upward curve of his lips was utterly impossible to suppress.

Only now did Zhang Xian finally realize what had been going on with Liu Dongxu's smile just now—this guy was actually happy about his breakup with Chu Yourong.

This was the classic psychology of "fearing your brother suffers, yet fearing he drives a Land Rover."

Having Chu Yourong—a celebrity—as his girlfriend must have made Dong Xu's heart ache, filled with unbearable imbalance.

Now that they'd broken up, that sense of imbalance vanished.

And as a "brother," of course he had to comfort the heartbroken you.

Liu Dongxu's whole performance revealed the complexity of human nature.

"Big Brother Xian, I know you're hurting right now."

"Come on, let's grab a drink!"

Liu Dongxu said again with a hearty grin.

"No, I'm not hurting at all."

Zhang Xian was speechless: "Breakup's a breakup—I'm not short on girlfriends."

"Come on, Big Brother Xian, don't pretend in front of your own brother."

Liu Dongxu patted Zhang Xian on the shoulder: "If I had a girlfriend like Chu Yourong and she broke up with me, I'd cry myself to death!"

Zhang Xian was utterly speechless—he truly didn't know how to explain this to Liu Dongxu.

"Big Brother Xian!"

At that moment, a sweet voice called out from behind them; both Zhang Xian and Liu Dongxu turned instinctively.

Han Ziwei walked over with a bright smile, wearing a loose white shirt and denim shorts—the "bottoms missing" style—her long, straight, snow-white legs drawing all eyes.

"H-Han Ziwei??"

Liu Dongxu knew all the members of the Moonlight Girls—he never expected to see another one today besides Chu Yourong.

"Hello."

Han Ziwei nodded politely at Liu Dongxu, then turned to Zhang Xian: "Big Brother Xian, it's such a pity you and Yourong broke up—but you've got to look forward, not live in the past."

"What do you think?"

"Uh..."

Zhang Xian was speechless again—Han Ziwei's intent seemed just like Dong Xu's: to comfort him.

But the problem was—he didn't need comforting!

"Weiwei, just say what you want to say!"

Zhang Xian helplessly spread his hands.

"Online, they say the best way to forget a relationship is to start a new one."

"So, how about I introduce you to a girlfriend?"

Han Ziwei said with a cheerful smile.

"That's fine!"

"But I won't take anyone ugly!"

Whether broken up or not, Zhang Xian never resisted being introduced to a girlfriend.

"Don't worry—I'd never introduce you someone ugly!"

"Hmm, do you have a photo?"

Zhang Xian asked, eyes full of anticipation.

"No need for photos—just look at the real thing."

As she spoke, Han Ziwei spun around in front of Zhang Xian and winked at him: "How's that? Satisfied?"

"Uh..."

Zhang Xian was utterly stunned, his face blank.

Wait—what's the deal with the Moonlight Girls?

They keep randomly asking people to date them!

What Zhang Xian didn't know was that Han Ziwei was simply coveting his talent.

Chu Yourong pretended to date him, broke up, and still wrote two songs—she wanted to try it too.

Even one song from him would be a guaranteed win!

Beside him, Liu Dongxu was paralyzed—he unconsciously dug at his ear with his finger, convinced he'd misheard.

Just now his good "brother" broke up with Chu Yourong—and now here comes Han Ziwei!

Wait—are all the Moonlight Girls sharing one boyfriend?!

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