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

Huang Bo lay face down on the glass of the live water tank.

His flushed face was pressed against the cabin wall.

The authentic local dialect, with its distinctive oyster accent, echoed over the private dock.

Deng Chao rubbed his ears so hard from the howling.

He strode forward.

He pushed aside the huddled tycoons and craned his neck to peek into the live water tank.

"Whoa!"

Deng Chao suddenly took half a step back.

"Good heavens, Ono, where did you get such a shiny, golden club?"

"Fool?" Huang Bo turned his head and stared intently at Deng Chao.

"Old Deng, you only use those eyes to look for your secret stash of money, don't you?"

Huang Bo stretched out his finger and poked hard at the glass chamber, his knuckles turning white.

"I grew up by the sea!"

"This thing is called a top-grade wild yellow croaker! You understand? Top-grade!"

"The current seafood market price is at least 50,000 to 60,000 yuan per kilogram! There's a price but no market!"

"Judging by that size, I know it definitely weighs over 100 pounds!"

Lu Han stumbled and almost did a split on the spot.

Chen He was petrified on the spot.

One hundred jin? More than 50,000 yuan per jin?

He counted on his fingers for a long time, his head buzzing.

This isn't a fish, it's a money printing machine swimming in the water!

Chen Ye leaned against the railing, a smile playing on his lips.

That's just right.

That's exactly the kind of naive reaction I wanted.

The portly, wealthy Mr. Lin rubbed his hands together, his forehead gleaming with anxiety.

"Dude! Stop posing here!"

"Hurry up and get someone to bring the scales! Tell me honestly, are you going to sell this amazing item or not?"

Old Lin turned his head and looked around at the other wealthy businessmen.

"If you want to sell, we old bones will fight to the death today, the highest bidder wins!"

"If you're not going to sell, we're leaving right now, so we don't have to stay here drooling!"

Several other bigwigs with assets similar to Lao Lin's nodded in agreement.

Eyes were fixed on the water tank, and no one was willing to move an inch.

Chen Ye grinned.

He casually stubbed out the unlit cigarette in his hand and fiddled with it.

"If I kept it to steam, I'd be struck by lightning in the middle of the night."

"Sell! We have to sell!"

"Once the scale comes and we weigh it, we'll be all in the open!"

The staff at the private dock are extremely efficient.

In less than five minutes, two young men in uniforms rushed over, pushing a brand-new, large electronic weighbridge.

Chen Ye rolled up his sleeves.

"Everyone step back a little, don't get splashed with water."

He braced one foot on the edge of the water tank and dipped both hands into the water.

The core muscles of the waist and abdomen suddenly exert force.

The clearly defined muscle contours stood out beneath the soaked black T-shirt.

With a loud splash, the enormous, golden creature was dragged out of the water.

Water splashed everywhere, making a crackling sound as it hit the deck.

"rise!"

Chen Ye roared and threw the giant fish directly onto the weighbridge tray.

drop.

The crisp electronic sound echoed throughout the dock.

The red fluorescent numbers jumped rapidly in the shadows before finally coming to a steady stop.

Everyone in the room stared intently at the screen.

56.25 kg.

112.5 pounds!

The dock fell into a deathly silence.

Behind a load-bearing pillar not far away, the chief director, Wang Zhengyu, had just gotten off the electric cart.

He was gripping a large megaphone tightly in his hand.

He originally intended to bring the assistant director along to give Chen Ye and his gang of troublemakers a hard time.

Let me reiterate the show's crew's ironclad discipline of surviving on a shoestring budget.

Unfortunately, I happened to witness the glaring red numbers on the weighbridge.

Wang Zhengyu's face twitched violently.

The budget travel script is ruined.

The much-anticipated plan to torment the guests was completely shattered on the very first day at noon by a fish.

Before Wang Zhengyu could recover, a fierce battle for control of the wealthy circle erupted.

"Five and a half million!"

Old Lin's roar shattered the silence of the dock.

The noise was so loud that even the seagulls perched on the pier pillars were startled and flew away.

Standing behind Chen Ye, Song Yuqi suddenly clenched her clothes.

As a top star in the Chinese entertainment industry, her salary for a single film or television drama starts at eight figures.

What kind of world of fame and fortune haven't I seen?

But spending over five million on a single fish?!

Do these rich people not take medicine normally?

The "Three Idiots of the Chinese Entertainment Industry" have become the "Three Woodenheads of the Chinese Entertainment Industry".

Lu Han nudged Chen He's arm, her voice trembling.

"Brother He, how much?"

"Five...more than five million." Chen He's Adam's apple bobbed. "Is this fish hiding a Chenghua Doucai chicken cup inside?"

The entire online live streaming platform went completely crazy.

The viral spread of the "Five Ha" trending topic, the explosive effect of Chun Suan's song release, and the exorbitant seafood prices all contributed to the situation.

The number of online viewers has surpassed two million!

The barrage of comments was so thick that Chen Ye's face was almost completely obscured.

"Five and a half million?! The down payment has turned into a full-payment villa!"

"That money could buy several houses back in my hometown!"

"Poverty not only limited my imagination, it also slapped me in the face!"

The bidding at the dock showed no signs of stopping.

Old Lin's offer was merely the first spark thrown into the oil pan.

"Old Lin, who are you trying to embarrass?"

The pot-bellied old Li sneered and slowly raised two fingers.

"A fish weighing over 110 pounds, you're trying to fool people with over five million?"

"Brother Chen, I'll offer six million!"

"I happen to have a big real estate project opening ceremony next month, and this golden dragon is perfect for warding off evil spirits!"

Old Lin's expression changed, and he started spitting as he spoke.

"Six and a half million!"

"Seven million!" Another investor wearing gold-rimmed glasses raised his hand decisively, his eyes filled with fervor.

crazy.

They've all gone mad.

Chen Ye appears calm on the surface, but he is very clear-headed inside.

These old foxes can argue for ages over a small building materials contract, but now they're adding 500,000 to the amount without batting an eye.

"Seven and a half million!" Old Lin exclaimed anxiously.

As a real estate businessman, he believes in feng shui the most. He said he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if he couldn't capture this wild sea king covered in golden leaves.

"Eight million," Old Li persisted, his tone dismissive.

"Eight and a half million!" the bespectacled tycoon continued to press.

Prices soared, with markups of 500,000 yuan being casually thrown around.

Just as Old Li cleared his throat, preparing to shout out 9.5 million.

"Ten million!"

The veins on Lao Lin's neck bulged out.

He roughly shoved aside Old Zhang, who was blocking his way, and stared intently at Chen Ye.

"Brother! Ten million exactly!"

"This number is auspicious! Perfect!"

"I'm getting my hands on this fish. Anyone who tries to take it from me is cutting off my livelihood!"

Ten million!

The direct premium is almost double.

Old Li opened his mouth, his face turning pale and then red, before finally closing it in frustration.

Spending ten million in cash on a fish is too much of a waste, no matter how extravagant it is; the board of directors simply cannot justify it.

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow.

He originally expected the fish to sell for a maximum of eight million.

It's quite surreal that Lao Lin spent ten million.

"Brother Chen?" Old Lin looked at him, his face flushed.

"Uncle Lin, ten million isn't quite enough, is it?"

A clueless young rich kid next to him curled his lip and opened his mouth to shout eleven million.

"Alright!"

Chen Ye raised his hand to interrupt the rich second-generation.

A price premium of ten million is enough to utterly shatter the values ​​of the entire online audience.

If we let these people continue arguing out of spite, it will trigger a backlash of resentment against the rich.

What's more, it's being streamed live across the entire internet.

If this really turns into a deal worth over ten million, I might get invited for tea tomorrow.

"One price, ten million!"

Chen Ye slapped the glass of the live water tank decisively.

"Brother Lin, you're so generous! This fish is yours!"

"Hahaha! That felt great!"

Old Lin was triumphant, his big belly trembling with laughter.

He turned to look at the big shots who had just been bidding, his chin held high.

"Old Li, Old Zhang! You're too kind!"

"Everyone come visit my grand villa tomorrow and soak up some of my good fortune!"

Old Li and Old Zhang both snorted coldly at the same time.

"Nouveau riche attitude," Old Li muttered as he turned around.

Wang Zhengyu, who had been hiding behind a pillar, slumped to the ground with a blank stare in his eyes.

Ten million.

This kid casually cast a line and made ten million in cash.

What kind of budget travel variety show can we possibly film?!

They could buy the entire film crew just by plucking a single leg hair!

The comment section was filled with various exclamations of amazement.

"Worship the God of Wealth!"

"Making ten million in half a day! I ask you, who else in the entertainment industry can do that!"

"My ex-husband is practically living the life of a protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel!"

The extreme contrast brought about by this overwhelming wealth also touched a nerve among some people hiding in the shadows.

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

At first, there were only a few lines that appeared out of nowhere.

Then it spread like wildfire.

All of them are blank accounts without profile pictures.

Consistent attack language.

"A ten million yuan cash transaction? Was it reported as tax? I suggest the tax bureau thoroughly investigate Chen Ye's tax evasion!"

"Chen Ye's six new songs were all plagiarized and ghostwritten by underground musicians! There's solid evidence!"

"Song Yuqi was just photographed yesterday flirting with a young man at a nightclub, and she's still pretending to be a devoted, reconciled 'white moonlight'! Get out of the Chinese entertainment industry!"

"This retired celebrity is taking advantage of his ex-girlfriend to make money; his behavior is disgusting! Get out!"

The barrage of negative comments instantly drowned out the originally cheerful chat.

The malicious fabricated words precisely targeted the two people at the center of the online controversy.

Chen Ye was facing away from the camera, taking out his phone to exchange bank accounts with Lao Lin.

Song Yuqi was holding Chen Ye's work phone in her hand.

She casually glanced at the split-screen live stream on the screen.

next second.

Song Yuqi's smile froze.

My fingers unconsciously gripped the phone case tightly, and my fingertips turned an unnatural pale.