Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

On his way there, Qin Ming was thinking that although the riverbank had a good ecosystem and the fish population was good, it was still in a remote location, and with such a horrifying incident recently occurring, it should be a place rarely visited by people.

So when he saw the crowd, he thought he had come to the wrong place.

You know, the last time he came here, he wandered around for half an hour before he ran into a fisherman. It was so quiet that you could only hear the wind rustling through the reeds.

Now, on both sides of the riverbank, there is a fisherman sitting every three to five meters, surrounded by two or three onlookers, like an unannounced folk gathering.

Qin Ming couldn't find a suitable hiding place to discuss with the turtle and tortoise intelligence team, so he stood at the edge of the crowd and scratched his head in frustration.

Looking left and right, he was still unwilling to give up and stepped forward, choosing a kind-looking and enthusiastic onlooker.

"Why are there so many people here? Fishing?" After all, the fishing rods were all there, and Qin Ming couldn't just pretend he didn't see them.

"You bet! The fishing scene here is something else entirely." Surprisingly, this middle-aged man was quite fashionable, speaking mysteriously, "I'll let you in on a secret: there are hidden blind boxes here!"

Hidden blind boxes?

Hearing this, Qin Ming's fists clenched. He didn't want to beat around the bush, so he simply asked, "I heard there was some trouble here recently. Aren't you... afraid?"

The middle-aged man looked Qin Ming up and down several times with an expression that said, "I misjudged you." "Oh, I thought you were just a passerby watching the show. Turns out you know the inside story!"

Seeing Qin Ming's furrowed brows and strange expression, he returned to the main topic, saying in a deliberately profound tone, "Yes, I am scared, but there's a saying: 'The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish!'"

"Is this fish... a real fish?" Qin Ming's lips twitched.

"Whether it's legitimate or not, I don't know, but it's definitely not ordinary." The middle-aged man chuckled and pointed to a fisherman in red not far away. "See that? Yesterday, Old Li caught a fragment of a bronze artifact. It's rusty and looks like an old object. He's already contacted the cultural relics bureau."

Qin Ming looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that it was the largest group in the encirclement.

Even though they said that, the fishermen and onlookers were also apprehensive. But it was daytime, and with so many people gathered together, their curiosity overshadowed their fear.

The topic they were discussing was indeed a recent hot topic along the riverbank. An elderly man nearby, hearing the commotion, also came over, leaning on his cane.

"Young man, don't hesitate when you act." The old man's voice was loud and clear, carrying the pride of an elder. "Back in my day, I participated in wars and survived countless bullets. What's there to be afraid of when you see something unconventional?"

But that's no reason for someone your age to be here joining in the fun!

Perhaps Qin Ming's dissatisfaction was too obvious, so the old man continued, "We're not just here for the fun of it; we're doing 'civilian auxiliary reconnaissance' for the relevant departments! Police officers have been patrolling here recently, so what are we afraid of!"

In addition to writing reports, the area for field patrols has been expanded, and Qin Ming can imagine how hard the officers work.

But looking at the old man's gray hair and the light in his eyes as he recalled the past, Qin Ming, upholding the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, smiled and remained silent.

The scene fell silent for a moment, until a loud shout shattered the tranquility!

"Oh no, it's on the hook! It's on the hook! This feels like it's definitely not a fish!"

A fisherman nearby shouted excitedly, his hands gripping his fishing rod tightly. The rod bent into an astonishing arc, clearly indicating that the object underwater was quite heavy.

For a moment, Qin Ming couldn't tell whether the speaker was happy or sad.

"Quickly, quick, get the recording ready! Get the phone ready!" The old man shouted enthusiastically as he organized the event.

The crowd sprang into action; some pulled out their phones to record, while others made phone calls. Their movements were swift and orderly, as if they had rehearsed many times.

Qin Ming was stunned when he arrived at the place.

Who is he?

Where is he?

What is he here for?

Should he get involved?

Just as Qin Ming stood there dumbfounded, the mysterious fishing bait was quickly scooped up by the others—an old cell phone covered in mud and seaweed, which looked like it had been soaking in the water for some time.

"Oh, what a pity! It's not a 'big one'!" someone sighed, shaking their head. Qin Ming glanced at them, a quick thought crossing his mind. What was this person lamenting?

"Not bad, this model is worth some money." Someone chimed in from the side. The fisherman was indeed a man of many talents; with his good eye, he gave an on-the-spot appraisal.

"Sure enough, there are more than just fish here!" Many people exchanged smiles, their unspoken words unspoken.

The atmosphere on the riverbank suddenly became lively, as if everyone could be the next "lucky one".

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Qin Ming couldn't get a word in edgewise, but he roughly understood why the higher-ups were considering sealing off the riverbank—these onlookers were incredibly bold.

But you have to admit, if it's not just about catching fish, but also about the variety of fish available and the high "catch rate," it does seem quite interesting.

Qin Ming thought to himself, "Just consider this group of people protecting the environment, it's not a bad deal!"

Seeing a large amount of fish food being used as bait by the angler, Qin Ming nodded. He even brought his own food as an "offering," which was quite nice and friendly to the aquatic residents.

What he initially wanted to discuss with the turtle and tortoise intelligence team no longer seemed so urgent.

More importantly, he has no chance right now. With this population density, any unusual movement on the water or turtles emerging from the water will be spotted by dozens of eyes at the same time.

Qin Ming knew he couldn't outlast the fisherman, so he watched a few more casts and, after confirming that all that came up were broken shoes, old toys, and other odds and ends, with no turtles or tortoises surfacing, he decided to leave quietly.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged spectator grabbed his arm: "Don't go, young man! The best is yet to come, the next cast will be even more exciting!"

Qin Ming: ...

"It's getting dark, I need to go home for dinner."

"What time is it? Evening is the 'prime time'!"

Just as the tug-of-war broke out, a steady footstep sounded. Two uniformed police officers walked along the riverbank, their expressions serious yet weary.

Under Qin Ming's dazed gaze, the anglers skillfully stopped fishing and cooperated with the inspection. Several who were clearly in violation even took out their wallets to pay the fines and sincerely reflected on their actions.

Before Qin Ming could even marvel at the fishermen's "devoutness" and "skill," he took a closer look and realized, good heavens, who else could the patrol officer leading the team be but his old acquaintance, Officer Mu?

The other party had obviously seen Qin Ming as well. Officer Mu rubbed his temples, and despite his exhaustion, he forced a professional smile and said warmly, "Advisor Qin, what brings you here?"

Now he really couldn't leave. Under the curious and inquisitive gazes of the fishermen, Qin Ming's cheeks flushed slightly, and he said helplessly, "...Just passing by."