A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

The wild electric guitar strumming, accompanied by Chen Ye's extremely penetrating voice, exploded in the yacht's sound system.

"I said I wouldn't back down."

"I'm determined to do it!"

Extremely straightforward.

Extreme toughness.

Song Yuqi sat in the passenger seat, listening to the roaring sounds coming from the stereo.

Her meticulously made-up cheeks began to burn.

Even her earlobes were tinged with pink.

Chen Ye caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his mouth almost stretched to the back of his head in a grin.

You think you can't be dealt with?

When this song "Preference" was released in my previous life, it swept across all the charts.

Using that to hit a young girl in her early twenties, isn't that a devastating blow?

"cough."

Song Yuqi cleared her throat, forcibly suppressing the wildly upturned corners of her mouth.

She turned her head to look at Chen Ye, feigning composure.

"When was this song written?"

Chen Ye, without batting an eye, casually replied to the conversation.

"Just a couple of days ago, the day it trended on social media, I saw netizens making a big fuss, so I just wrote something."

If the system hadn't just given him a huge music library gift pack, his brain would be completely empty of material right now.

But since they've already gone this far in putting on airs, they have to insist that this is a masterpiece that came out of nowhere.

The light in Song Yuqi's eyes shone even brighter.

What she didn't say was that her cover of "Ordinary Friends" happened to be on the same night it went viral.

What is this?

A telepathic rebuttal?

The millions of viewers in the live stream have completely gone crazy.

The screen was filled with comments so fast that the words were barely legible.

"Aaaaaah! He absolutely adores his ex-husband!"

"What do you mean 'just wrote something casually'! The day it went viral, it was a hit song?! Is this some kind of carbon-based life form?"

"This song is so good! My deceased partner has turned into a zombie and is starting to eat my brain! It's so sweet!"

"These lyrics are so aggressive! They totally have Song Yuqi under their thumb!"

Song Yuqi bit her lower lip, trying her best to keep a straight face.

"Great! The melody and lyrics are both excellent. As expected of the talented Chen."

She paused, a hint of teasing in her voice.

"Those marketing accounts outside are all saying that you've suffered a heartbreak, lost your creative spark, and can't write songs anymore."

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair and snapped his fingers lazily.

"Brother, he's so addicted to fishing he can't break free."

"You've run out of ideas? If I wanted to, I could write a dozen songs of this caliber in a minute."

Just as the two were arguing...

The tone of the comments in the live stream suddenly changed.

At first, there were only a few scattered lines, but then they spread across the entire screen like a virus.

"Holy crap!! Guys, stop shipping them!! Go check out NetEase Cloud Music!!"

"Chen Ye is alive!! He's risen from the dead!!"

"The homepage splash screen of NetEase Cloud Music is full of Wild Bro's cover images!!"

"Noon!! Digital EP!! The album is called 'Fish'!! Six new songs in total!!"

"Six new songs?! A complete surprise?! Chen Ye, are you trying to destroy the Chinese music scene?!"

Song Yuqi was looking down at her phone and had obviously seen this trending topic.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes wide open like saucers.

"You released an album? Six songs?"

Chen Ye glanced at the time.

11 o'clock.

Old Zhang is indeed reliable; the pre-launch preparations started on time.

This wave of popularity is sure to be a success.

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

Chen Ye waved his hand.

"Making a little money to buy bloodworms for bait is nothing to mention."

Song Yuqi was amused by his irritating expression.

He said he was retiring from the entertainment industry, but as soon as the two of them trended on social media, he released six new songs.

This man is all talk and no action.

The yacht cleaved through the waves and smoothly entered the harbor of the Z Mountain private marina.

It was already noon.

The dock was filled with luxury yachts of various designs.

Groups of well-dressed people were opening champagne on the deck or chatting on the pier.

Those who can moor their ships in this area are either rich or powerful.

Without a membership worth several million, you can't even get through the main gate outside the dock.

Chen Ye has been hanging around here every day for the past two years, he's a real fishing street hustler.

As soon as the ship docked, Chen Ye struggled to drag the live fish tank from the hold to the deck.

On a nearby French yacht, Perrier, a portly, bald tycoon raised a glass of red wine and shouted.

"Hey, Noko! You're out at sea early today!"

The tycoon chuckled and joked.

"Going to feed the fish again? Did you catch any turtles today?"

These rich people often joke about Chen Ye's "air force" record.

Chen Ye quickly tied the cable and turned to look at the bald tycoon.

He raised his eyebrows, his face showing clear surprise.

"No, Lao Lin."

"How did you know I could just casually cast my line and catch a wild, top-quality yellow croaker weighing over 90 pounds?"

Chen Ye's shout was completely uncontrolled.

The sound carried far on the sea breeze.

The bald tycoon's smile froze instantly.

The red wine I had just brought to my lips almost spilled all over my crotch.

Several wealthy businessmen who were discussing business nearby also stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at Chen Ye.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Old Lin got anxious.

"Ninety catties?! That's fish spirit! Do you think I'm ignorant?"

Chen Ye grinned like a weasel that had stolen a hen.

He walked slowly to the water tank.

The light switch was turned on with a "click".

The beam of light shot directly into the glass water tank.

The giant streamlined body, over a meter long, swayed slowly in the water tank.

The golden scales shimmered under the light.

The overwhelming sense of savagery and oppression was like having a dragon living inside the cabin.

Holy crap!!

Old Lin's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

He threw the wine glass in his hand.

The expensive red wine was shattered on the floor, but he didn't even glance at it.

He stepped directly across the deck of his yacht.

"Hey Zhang, Hey Li! Stop talking about that lousy project! Come take a look!"

That shout immediately drew all the wealthy people on the dock.

A group of billionaires looked like country bumpkins who had never seen the world.

He clung tightly to the glass water tank of Chen Ye's yacht.

"It really is a wild-caught large yellow croaker! Look at the shape of its lips! Look at its scales!"

"My goodness, this is amazing! It's perfect for setting up an event!"

"Brother Chen! Name your price! Three million! I'll transfer the money on the spot!"

"Get out of here! You think you can snag a bargain for three million?"

"Yezi, four million! Today is my father-in-law's birthday!"

A group of people argued heatedly, their faces turning red.

Song Yuqi huddled at the cockpit door.

Watching this crazy bidding scene, I was completely stunned.

Can it really sell for millions?!

A fish?!

Chen Ye leaned leisurely against the cabin door, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

He didn't light it, he just held it in his mouth and acted cool.

"Don't rush, brothers. The highest bidder wins. Let this God of Wealth catch his breath first."

Just as he was about to put on a show to the extreme...

My phone in my pocket started vibrating like a death knell.

Chen Ye took it out and glanced at it.

Caller ID: Old Deng.

Chen Ye rolled his eyes.

Can't you see that I'm in the middle of a multi-million dollar business negotiation?

Why are you causing trouble at this time?

He turned to look at Song Yuqi and threw his phone at her.

"Ex-wife, can you answer this for me?"

The way the address is used is perfectly natural and doesn't feel out of place at all.

Song Yuqi instinctively caught the phone.

Hearing the words "ex-wife sister," her ears burned, but she didn't refute them.

He slid the answer button directly.

"Ono! Help!!"

Deng Chao's anxious, hoarse voice pierced directly through the phone's receiver.

"Where are you? What kind of dock is this?"

"He'er and I are stuck outside the reception hall!"

"They absolutely refuse to let us in! They say we don't have memberships! Come out and get us out of here!"

Song Yuqi was so shocked that she moved her phone away a little.

She quickly spoke into the microphone to reassure them.

"Brother Chao, don't rush, wait a moment, let me talk to Chen Ye."

Deng Chao's surprised voice came from the other end of the phone.

Immediately following was Chen He's wolf howl.

Song Yuqi covered the microphone and quickly walked to Chen Ye's side.

"Brother Chao and his group are being kept outside the reception hall and can't get in."

She lowered her voice.

"Who do you think should go and pick them up?"

Chen Ye was arguing with Lao Lin about the price of fish.

Upon hearing this, he clicked his tongue impatiently.

"Tell him to give the phone to the staff at the door."

Chen Ye spat out the cigarette in his mouth.

"Just say you're a friend of mine, Chen Ye."

Song Yuqi nodded, put the phone back to her ear, and repeated what she had said.

She then handed the phone back to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye took the phone, his tone instantly switching to VIP mode.

"Hello, this is Chen Ye."

A respectful and cautious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello Mr. Chen, there are five gentlemen here who have said..."

"Yes, they are all my friends."

Chen Ye interrupted him directly.

"Please bring them directly from the reception area to my berth."

"Okay, Mr. Chen, I'll arrange it right away."

The staff member readily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ye put it back in his pocket.

While Chen Ye continued to haggle with the wealthy people...

After a while.

At the end of the pier, a series of chaotic footsteps echoed.

Deng Chao, Chen He, Lu Han, Wang Mian, and Huang Bo.

Five people came running over, panting.

Deng Chao walked at the very front.

"Ono! What's going on?! Why are there so many rules here?"

While complaining, Deng Chao pushed aside several wealthy people on the periphery.

"Excuse me, could you please let me through?"

Chen He followed behind, his eyes scanning everywhere.

"Didn't they say you caught a house? Where's the fish?! There's no house!"

Huang Bo walked last.

That old fox didn't join in the bluffing.

Instead, following everyone's gaze, he immediately fixed his eyes on the live water tank on the deck.

I only glanced at it.

Huang Bo froze in place.

This old seafood connoisseur, who grew up in Qingdao, stared wide-eyed.

His lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Brother Bo, what's wrong?"

Lu Han turned around and pulled him back.

Huang Bo ignored him.

He stared intently at the enormous, metallic-looking creature inside the glass capsule.

He suddenly darted forward two steps.

He lay face down on the glass of the water tank.

The surrounding sounds of bidding and commotion abruptly ceased.

The next second, Huang Bo's authentic oyster-accented dialect resounded throughout the entire private dock.

"My goodness! My dear fourth maternal uncle's wife!!"

"This is outrageous! They've kidnapped the third prince of the East Sea Dragon King!!"