The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish-Chapter 164 - 123 Small Grappling Hand, Interaction (10k Update, Please Subscribe)_2

It's already past eleven o'clock at night.

Yet the night market in West Sea City is still bustling.

Throngs of people, mostly young, are everywhere.

After entering the night market, Xiao Pang embarks on his gastronomic journey, starting to eat right from the street corner.

Roasted cold noodles,

Spicy hotpot skewers,

Preserved raw food,

Drunken crab,

Teppanyaki squid,

Baked clams in foil,

Takoyaki,

...

He indulges in food from one snack stall to another, eating without restraint.

His stomach seems like a bottomless pit.

Old Ye, on the other hand, is much more reserved, only occasionally indulging.

After eating from who knows how many vendors, and with his belly satisfyingly full, Xiao Pang lets out a contented burp... Only then does he comfortably pat his stomach.

"Ah... So delicious."

He feels almost reluctant to leave.

"Bro Hao, how did you know there were so many delicious things at this night market?"

"I've been here before."

"..."

...

Island Province, Yan Village.

A group of young people are sitting around having a meeting. The man sitting in the middle looks a bit more anxious, his face bearing more traces of time.

He's called Brother Mo, the leader of the bunch.

"Brother Mo, our videos lately have just been getting a lukewarm response, not attracting much attention."

"The likes on our videos have also dropped nearly 20% from usual, only a pitiful few hundred, and sometimes even just over a hundred."

"That's why I've called you all together today, to figure out what we can do about it," says the man known as Brother Mo, looking at everyone.

"Um..."

Everyone seems stumped for a moment.

"How about we come up with a new script? Try a fresh style?"

Just when no one knows what to do, someone makes a suggestion.

"And how would we put together this new script?"

This leaves them puzzled once more.

Yeah, if we're going to change styles and scripts, then how do we come up with the new script?

That's yet another tough question.

"Bro Hao, why don't we bring in some of the trending figures for some interactions to boost our popularity?"

"Budget..."

The idea is good, but it needs funds.

To invite people for interactions, you need to pay.

These trending figures will cost quite a bit to invite.

But their budget is pitifully small, so if they spend it all on invitations, how will they manage to shoot later?

A lack of money can stifle a hero's might.

They're stumped once again.

Just as they're struggling, a slightly chubby-faced young man raises his hand, "Brother Mo, what if I give it a go?"

"I know a person who's really popular online right now; I'm a fan of his. I can try getting in touch with him through his fan group."

"Oh? Who's that?"

Brother Mo looks at him curiously.

"It's a Fishing streamer, really popular online these days. Oh right, he was on the trending search again today—fishing by the sea and caught a corpse."

"???"

Brother Mo thinks he must have misheard.

Fishing and catching a corpse?

What's that about?

He's never heard of fishing for corpses.

Sensing the group's confusion, the man shows them a video of Fang Hao fishing and catching a corpse.

It's a short video made by a fan.

Everyone crowds in to watch the short video he plays.

In the video, Fang Hao is seen fishing.

Then in a few seconds, Fang Hao pulls up something from the sea, and after some struggle, he hauls a sedan up from the ocean floor.

"Damn... How is that possible, to fish up a sedan!"

"Where did that strength come from?"

"Wow... Is this done with special effects?"

Watching the video of Fang Hao pulling a sedan from the ocean floor, their first thought is disbelief.

They suspect the video might be a fabrication.

"Brother Mo, the video is real, I was watching the live stream at that time."

"And Brother Mo, don't you doubt it, this Fishing streamer is quite unique, he never actually fishes up any fish."

"Never fishes up any fish?" Brother Mo is puzzled, "Does anyone still watch his live stream on fishing then?"

Who would watch a fisher streamer's live stream if he never catches fish?

"If it was anyone else, probably not."

"But when it comes to him, it's a different story."

"Besides not catching any fish, he could reel in just about anything else."

A fan of Fang Hao explained to everyone.

"He's not only fished up corpses, but also handguns, cannons, and detectors and such. He even discovered an ancient sunken ship while fishing..."

As the person went on, Mo Ge also heard things he had been told about before.

Like someone fishing up a cannon.

He hadn't believed it when he first heard about it.

But later, after people in his unit talked about it, he realized it was true.

Someone really did fish up a cannon with their bare hands.

Now upon hearing about the cannon story again, he immediately connected the dots.

"So it was him."

Mo Ge finally knew who Fang Hao was.

He had heard about him before.

"This guy seems to be quite unique."

Mo Ge was very interested in Fang Hao.

"Yes, Mo Ge."

"Alright, you take charge of contacting him to see if we can invite him over for some interaction." Mo Ge assigned this task to the person.

The guy was a fan of Fang Hao, so he might have easier access and communicate better.

Mo Ge did want to get in touch, but he didn't have the contact details and feared that if he reached out, the other party might think he was a scammer.

The impromptu meeting discussed for a full two hours before adjourning, and everyone went their separate ways.

All that was left was to wait for good news.

...

Online.

Although Fang Hao had ended his live streaming and was offline.

At this time, a group of people were still busy with a task, tallying the participants.

And fulfilling the terms of the bet.

Among those who guessed correctly this time, one hundred lucky viewers would be drawn to receive a gift.

The gift was sponsored by a wealthy supporter.

These were all Fang Hao's fans, and they had organized the event voluntarily.

There were two correct answers for this bet: a corpse and a car.

Thus, the lucky viewers would be chosen from among those who picked these two options, fifty for each.

After several hours of tallying and with the help of many eager group members,

The work was done.

Then the wealthy viewer took charge of drawing the one hundred lucky fans.

They would receive a big gift package.

It marked the perfect end to the first event in the live broadcast room.

The viewers who received rewards were all surprised, followed by joy.

Obviously, they had never thought they would win.

Joining at the time was more for the fun of it.

...

After strolling through the night market, Fang Hao, Xiao Pang, and Old Ye didn't hurry back.

Instead, they continued to wander around West Sea City.

Admiring the night scenery.

No longer thinking about catching a corpse today.

Their minds were blank.

Completely relaxed.

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The nighttime view of West Sea City was rather nice.

It had different characteristics from Binjiang's night scenery.

Binjiang's night view is beautiful and delicate, like a sleeping beauty.

The night view in West Sea City is magnificent, like a modern urban woman.

Two different styles.

"Next time, we'll go fishing farther away."

Standing by the seaside, Fang Hao gestured grandly, planning to go fishing in more distant waters next time.

This resolve greatly impressed Xiao Pang and Old Ye by his side.

This kind of perseverance is not something ordinary people can match.

Even after so many failures and setbacks, he still persists in fishing.

Given today's incident, many people would probably be left with a psychological shadow and wouldn't think about fishing for a while.

But for Fang Hao, he didn't take it to heart at all.

He still wanted to go fishing.

"There won't be any accidents then, I hope," Xiao Pang said reflexively, fearing bad luck once again,

And then fishing up something else.

That would really numb him.

Although Xiao Pang had always been with Fang Hao and had seen him catch many things,

He didn't want every catch to be something strange.

"There definitely won't be."

"Next time we're going to catch a big fish over a hundred pounds!"

"Get a tuna up there."