Chapter 72: Delivering Fish, Hua the Divine Doctor Is Stunned (Request Subscription)

Zhang Xian drove the Yangwang U9 today and parked it in a roadside parking spot.

"Old Hua, help me lift this fish crate."

Zhang Xian commanded Hua Zixian without any courtesy—he was here to learn fishing techniques, not quite a disciple but still a student, so helping out a bit wasn't too much to ask.

Besides, this old man in brown looked perfectly healthy; carrying a few crates wouldn't hurt him.

"Do you even know what respect for the elderly and care for the young means?"

"And by the way, you're old enough to be my grandfather—calling you 'Old Hua' appropriate?"

Hua Zixian grumbled under his breath but still helped lift the fish crate—he'd already grown somewhat accustomed to assisting Zhang Xian.

The entire afternoon, Zhang Xian fished while Hua Zixian held the landing net, helping scoop up fish like some online fishing streamer's assistant.

Once both fish crates were moved to the roadside, a problem arose: the Yangwang U9 had limited storage space; it might've been fine if Zhang Xian were alone, but now with Hua Zixian along, the crates wouldn't all fit.

Hmm, looks like I need a dedicated fishing vehicle.

This car may be flashy, but it's impractical—Zhang Xian recalled the Yangwang U8 displayed at the dealership when he bought the U9; reportedly, it had a wading mode, higher ground clearance, and more interior space, making it far better suited for fishing.

"What the hell is this thing? All show, no substance!"

After seeing the Yangwang U9, Hua Zixian gave his evaluation, though he was slightly surprised—this fishing kid he'd randomly met by the river was actually wealthy. He didn't recognize the Yangwang U9, but such a flashy car had to cost a fortune.

Still, Hua Zixian had seen far too many rich people—he'd met plenty who drove supercars or even owned private jets—so he was only mildly astonished.

Zhang Xian shoved one fish crate into the trunk and made Hua Zixian, sitting in the front passenger seat, hold the other, then drove to the entrance of Taihe Yuan.

"Bro, over here!"

Before arriving, Zhang Xian had messaged the sister he'd added on WeChat; she was kind enough to physically reserve a parking spot for him.

Though Zhang Xian didn't endorse such human parking-reservation tactics, he couldn't refuse her genuine goodwill.

"Bro, your car is so cool!"

The woman who reserved the spot looked to be in her early thirties, with above-average looks and figure; today she wore a tight crimson skirt, classic black stockings, and black high heels—she stood by the roadside like a striking scene.

"Right? I think this car is super cool too!"

Zhang Xian casually replied, then unloaded the fish crate from the trunk and placed it on the roadside.

"Old Hua, put your crate here too!"

Zhang Xian waved Hua Zixian over, then set up the sign reading "Rules for Collecting Fish from the Old Actor."

When Hua Zixian saw that sign, he was utterly stunned.

Wear black stockings to collect fish!

This kid really knew how to play it—then he suddenly remembered the video shared days ago in the fishing group, where someone was giving away fish and everyone had to wear black stockings to collect!

So it's you, you little rascal!

Hua Zixian instinctively glanced at Zhang Xian; the fish-giver in the video had been blurred, but the build matched perfectly—this was definitely the real deal!

So his claim of snapping rods every day must be true—otherwise, where would all these fish come from?

"Kid, you're back again—could you loosen the age limit a bit?"

As Zhang Xian finished setting up his fish-distribution stall, the sausage vendor approached with a smile, eyeing the two crates of big fish hungrily—she bitterly regretted being too old for Zhang Xian's age restriction.

"Sister, if there's any left over, I'll give you one."

Zhang Xian gave a vague reply—rules couldn't be changed on a whim; once you opened that door, the queue would soon be filled with middle-aged women.

Hearing this, the sausage vendor knew it was hopeless—every time he came, people lined up for miles; there'd never be any leftovers.

"Kid, I'm not saying this to be harsh, but you've learned none of China's traditional virtues—do you even understand respect for the elderly? I'm this old—asking you for one fish is too much?"

Failing to get a fish, the sausage vendor resorted to moral blackmail.

"Auntie, these fish belong to him—he can give them to whoever he wants; you're just doing moral blackmail!"

Before Zhang Xian could speak, He Li stepped in to defend him.

Meanwhile, several neighbors, alerted by He Li, had arrived and joined in, chiming in support.

Overwhelmed by the crowd, the sausage vendor retreated.

"Old Hua, catch a big fish for Sister Li."

Zhang Xian grinned and nodded toward Hua Zixian, who was still watching the scene unfold like an audience member—it was his first time experiencing this.

At Zhang Xian's words, he immediately bent down, fished out an eight- or nine-pound fish, and handed it to He Li, who had helped reserve the parking spot.

"Girl, does this kid often come to give out fish?"

As he handed over the fish, Hua Zixian couldn't help asking.

"Yeah, he comes often—we're all familiar with him!"

"Whenever he shows up, we get free fish!"

He Li replied cheerfully; for her and the other women collecting fish, the fish itself wasn't the main goal—they didn't care about the cost of one fish.

What mattered was the ritual—and Zhang Xian's "rating"!

After collecting fish twice, everyone had figured out Zhang Xian's unspoken rule: the more beautiful your outfit, the bigger the fish you get.

So this wasn't just about collecting fish anymore—it had become a competition among young women and married ladies to outdo each other in appearance; whoever landed the biggest fish and posted it in the neighborhood group chat gained serious face.

Hearing He Li's answer, Hua Zixian became even more certain that Zhang Xian really did snap rods every day—he clearly had real skill, otherwise he couldn't possibly catch and give away fish daily.

Indeed, in every trade, there are masters!

This fishing technique? Definitely worth learning!

Hua Zixian silently marveled, focusing entirely on helping Zhang Xian distribute fish.

Perhaps because of Zhang Xian's Yangwang U9, the women arriving to collect fish today were unusually enthusiastic, asking for his WeChat far more frequently than before.

Thus, an additional unspoken rule emerged: only those with good looks could add Zhang Xian's WeChat.

If he thought a woman's looks and figure were good enough, he'd silently show his WeChat QR code; if not, he'd simply say, "Next."

This blatant discrimination naturally upset some women, but given Zhang Xian's flashy sports car, none reacted aggressively—instead, they began planning to wear even bolder outfits next time.

But if you're a poor loser, I'll definitely roast you to shreds and then post a little essay about you on the Little Black Book.

But if you're a rich guy driving a flashy sports car, then I'll have to admire the strong!

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