Chapter 234: We Might Just Get Fired

'Quack?'

Two dazed Chinese alligators lay in the bucket; upon seeing An Sheng approach, they let out strange cries, then remained motionless in the bucket.

'Whose farm broke its pond? Why are there so many Chinese alligators here in Changping Mountain?'

Seeing the two harmless, clueless alligators, An Sheng's face darkened instantly, and he couldn't help muttering a complaint.

Including these two alligators, Yu Xueqing had already caught nearly ten Chinese alligators around Changping Mountain.

Such a large population of Chinese alligators could not possibly have escaped from a farm—only a closed-down farm dumping them into the river, or a pond breach, could cause such an explosion in their numbers.

'I wonder if these dumbasses could be released into a fishing attraction to charm people.'

An Sheng scratched his head, gazing at the two 'quacking' dumb alligators in the red bucket.

'Fuck your mother!'

While An Sheng was thinking, the fishermen along the riverbank had already erupted in excitement.

As expected, another fisherman's rod had been snapped by a giant fish in the river.

But they had all watched Yu Xueqing's livestream and knew the fish in the Changle River stretch of Changping Village had a guaranteed mechanism.

After snapping the rod, the giant fish wouldn't slowly drift back to the riverbed—it would surface, gaze at the fishermen on the bank, and blow bubbles; if you timed it right and knocked it out, you could take it away.

The fisherman whose rod broke didn't feel discouraged; seeing the giant fish surface, he burst into ecstatic joy.

The fisherman blurted out a curse, grabbed his landing net, and lunged forward with a flying elbow strike.

The giant fish in the river, staring at the muscular fisherman—his body like nine dragons guarding his body—its pupils shrank in shock, its face frozen in utter disbelief.

But now there was no time for it to think.

The fisherman struck from midair with a single iron elbow, knocking the pig-sized river catfish unconscious.

'Splash—'

With a smooth combo, the martial arts instructor fisherman swung his landing net and dragged the catfish toward the shore.

'.'

Two employees from the Pet Paradise stared, dumbfounded, at the muscular giant, but still dutifully helped pull the giant fish ashore, weigh it, and measure it.

'Large-mouth catfish, native two-barbel river catfish, body length 1. 3 meters, weight 113 jin! Recovery price:'

After assisting with the measurements, the employee loudly announced the giant fish's data to the other fishermen on the bank.

With one elbow strike, the martial arts instructor fisherman not only landed a one-point-eight-meter fish, but also earned nearly three thousand in recovery value—and got free, loud congratulations from the staff announcing the stats.

'What a pity.'

The employee looked at the fisherman and said: 'Right now is peak season for river catfish; if it were off-season, this fish could've sold for at least four or five thousand.'

'I'm not selling it. Fishing is fun enough.' The muscular fisherman grinned weirdly at the unconscious catfish, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and ran off.

He ran to the riverbank.

He strutted in front of the other fishermen, especially stopping before his fishing team mates, cackling loudly.

Yes, my fishing skills can't match yours.

But I can beat the fish in the river!

Look, isn't my fish on my shoulder wide and long? Doesn't it look like the champion's golden belt—shiny and bright?

'Asshole.' The teammate, watching the fisherman land the catch, muttered under his breath.

What black pits, marked ponds, sea fishing haven't they tried?

But this Changle River fish domination contest? They'd never even seen anything like it.

The hell? Who's ever heard of fishing where you can compensate for bad technique with physical strength?

'Wow! Big fish! Can I see it?'

Yu Xueqing, seeing someone land a fish, put down her lightweight carbon-fiber rod, grabbed her phone, and went over to interview.

'Huh? Are you livestreaming? How many viewers?'

'Uh, not many yet—just thirty thousand real-time viewers.' Yu Xueqing checked the livestream backend data and answered honestly.

'Huh!? Thirty thousand viewers?'

Then the martial arts instructor fisherman's nose stretched like Pinocchio's; he stuck his hands on his hips and began boasting.

At this moment,

his fishing career reached its peak.

Who says martial arts are useless? They're incredibly useful!

Over the next two days, Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing's livestreams focused entirely on the Changle River fishing spots.

Some couldn't catch fish, but were strong and fit, directly challenging the giant fish to a real-life fighting game.

Others caught fish but were clueless, holding up prize certificates, posing for photos with forestry bureau officials in front of the bureau building, receiving cash prizes ranging from several thousand to ten thousand.

Some couldn't catch fish and couldn't beat the fish—instead, they got killed by the giant fish and floated helplessly in the river, faces filled with disbelief and bitter resentment; as soon as they got ashore, they ordered fitness gear online and signed up for martial arts crash courses for fishing.

'The Love-Hate Drama Between Fishermen and Fish'—Yu Xueqing livestreamed it all; viewers found it hilarious.

Even non-fishermen could feel the joy of fishing.

………………

After finishing the second day's livestream and returning home,

'I'm going out for a bit. Don't forget to leave the door open for me tonight!'

An Sheng, just back home, turned his head toward Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing lounging on the sofa and said.

'Go ahead, go ahead. I'll order takeout later—I'll leave you a plate of white-cut duck on the table. After you're done playing, come home to eat. Don't pick up random food outside.'

Exhausted from a full day of livestreaming, Yu Xueqing waved her hand, signaling An Sheng to be careful while playing in the village and to remember to eat well when he came home.

'Should be back by two or three?'

An Sheng replied to Yu Xueqing, leapt over the wall in three strides, and headed toward Lin Ying's house.

This time, when An Sheng arrived at Lin Ying's gate, he didn't climb the gateposts like before.

'Welcome home.'

Beside the double doors, a path had been specially laid through the lawn for Master Fuli.

As An Sheng approached, the welcome voice sounded, and the small double doors slowly opened.

An Sheng flicked his tail, lifted his head, and walked inside.

Inside, he saw six foreigners—two men and four women—sitting beside the swimming pool, holding toy fishing rods, tossing lines into the pool with expressions of utter boredom.

Seeing the little fox pass by, their bored expressions turned to melancholy.

'Master Fuli, are you here for class?'

The man in the tailcoat, looking deeply melancholy, asked Master Fuli: 'Your equestrian—no, your information technology class—has been suspended for four days now.'

'What class? I'm not taking any. Even the most authentic British gentleman eats French food when he eats.'

An Sheng walked past them, raised his hand, waved it dismissively, and kept walking into the house.

The two men and four women with foreign faces.

The two men: one was an equestrian coach, the other a manners instructor.

Of the four women, two were playmates and two were English teachers; they worked in pairs, one in the morning and one in the evening, caring for the master's child.

They had all been Lin Ying's daughter's teachers and were previously on extended vacation.

But with Lin Bingyun, the head servant, returning, Lin Ying's original servant team gradually came back too.

Some handled daily chores, some managed banquet coordination, others oversaw family wealth.

The original enrichment instructors, upon returning, now faced a major problem.

They might lose their jobs.

Lin Bingyun assigned them to teach Master Fuli basic urban life knowledge.

But Master Fuli uses Steam, pays with their Red and Blue payment apps, and in his free time uses coupons to order KFC and McDonald's—more authentically than any of them, who've lived in Xia for years.

'.'

The six foreign household teachers stared, melancholy, at Master Fuli walking in.

Tough.

Every day at work, they had no idea what they were even doing anymore.

If this keeps up, they'll have to go home and herd sheep.

(End of Chapter)