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A fish weighing about ten pounds, and this big brother invited four people at once, leaving Shi Tian dumbfounded. He watched as the big brother left in style and called Old Zhao to pack up the Xiao Yu to take away. He didn't have time to linger here for just a bit of fish.
After hastily eating a few bites of dinner, he grabbed a battered wooden guitar and two cases of beer. Shi Tian rummaged through his song library and unearthed a nostalgic tune from a dusty corner—"Glorious Years," a song not belonging to his generation.
Struggling through the chords, he fumbled with a barre chord that made him quite frustrated. With Calmly's screeching voice clashing with the sound of lobster, it hardly mattered whether there was guitar accompaniment anymore.
The off-key rendition of "Glorious Years" attracted quite a few onlookers from the '70s and '80s. Guests were welcomed to sit down and drink; no talk of money—talking about money was too vulgar!
Once the drinks from "Glorious Years" were finished, they moved on to Iron Pot's liquor. The songs from that era had flavor, belonging to a time when legends clashed.
After finishing the two songs, the guitar was swapped out for another case of beer, marking the beginning of an amateur nostalgic concert, with more and more drinks accumulating on the ground.
With a new guitarist, the atmosphere lifted. Shi Tian stepped back, sitting aside while munching on lobster and chatting with Shui Bi Zhang. The atmosphere crew took over their favorite task of eating and drinking.
He notified Xiao Feng to take the small boat out in the morning to check on their fishing spots; they needed to stabilize the fish situation over the next couple of days.
When he woke up, daylight flooded in. After breakfast, he lay back on the terrace. The temperature had dropped; it was only in the teens now, delaying his fishing plans with Li Ziyu at Baihu Jiao.
This temperature wouldn't affect fishing much; Clownfish weren't surface dwellers, so this cold air wouldn't impact their water layer's temperature. However, they certainly couldn't go snorkeling in such cold weather.
"Are we going to the shop later?" Shi Tian casually asked as he accepted tea from Li Ziyu.
"Of course! We still need to go fishing! We have to catch some big fish today! Are you coming?" Li Ziyu said with her hands on her hips, her face filled with anticipation about making more money today.
"Definitely! I have to keep an eye on those old guys; if something goes wrong, it could be troublesome!" He glanced at his phone screen while casually telling Li Ziyu as he checked the store's surveillance.
Compared to yesterday, there were noticeably more people in Tian An Yan Town. It was only seven-thirty, yet many were already fishing, and there were quite a few diners in the shop as well.
But seriously—were those guys really eating hot pot this early in the morning? What kind of eating habit was that? Just because it got colder doesn't mean they had to eat hot pot for breakfast!
The big fish wouldn’t be biting; with the temperature drop, they had all gone deep underwater—they would need Chang Gan! Hearing Li Ziyu's target for the day, Shi Tian couldn't help but remind her.
Upon arriving at the shop, he guided Li Ziyu and her friends in casting their lines and noticed Old Zhang unusually hiding in a corner casting his line—now that was rare!
With two shops open, Old Zhang had been so busy lately that he hardly had time to breathe; yet here he was sneaking out to fish?
He passed over a cigarette and leaned closer to Old Zhang. "Uncle Zhang, what a rarity! How do you have time to fish?"
Just for the sake of this food street shop, Old Zhang had rolled his eyes at him countless times. For one shop, Aunt Zhang almost choked him out; just thinking about it made Old Zhang furious!
"Don't say a word; you've scared all the fish away! This is my last chance to fish, so go get me some Plastic Particles and let me enjoy it to the fullest!"
Last night, Old Zhang secretly snuck out to the beach with his Rod and fished until eleven o'clock, only to be caught by Aunt Zhang. After a few rounds of back-and-forth, Old Zhang was left in despair, forced to sign a fishing ban agreement with Aunt Zhang. Only then did she kindly give him half a morning to indulge one last time.
"Uncle Zhang! You're doing this all wrong! You didn't get Old Zhang any Plastic Particles!" Shi Tianyi, sitting beside Old Zhang and rubbing his nose, coaxed him gently, "For such a big favor as this fishing ban, you should write a Feasibility Report!"
"A Feasibility Report? Should I submit it at the United Nations General Assembly for a vote? If I had that document, do you think I'd still be dealing with pots and pans every day?" Old Zhang shot Shi Tianyi a glare, feeling reluctant to talk to this gleeful guy.
He was now considering how to hide his Rod and when he could sneak out for a couple of casts without the old tiger catching on. He had initially thought about hiding the Rod at Shi Tian's place, but looking at this kid's demeanor, if he handed over the Rod, that guy would sell him out in no time!
"Such a big favor definitely requires a Feasibility Report! Just think about it, Uncle Zhang—fishing is your spiritual support right now! If you stop fishing, you'll need to find another source of spiritual support. How will you do that? Your shop has daily cash flow, and money keeps coming in. Fishing is clearly beneath your status now! You need something higher to pursue!"
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