I won 90 million, all I want to do is lie down and relax!

Lu Zhaoyang had only been fishing for a short time and had only ever fished in wild rivers and lakes. This was the first time he had spent money on fishing, so he was quite eager to experience it.

The old man explained, "It's not that I don't make money, it's just a little. After deducting all expenses, I only have about 20,000 to 30,000 yuan left in a year. My son's business has been doing quite well these past two years, and I've long wanted to stop him from worrying about this and let him retire peacefully."

"Oh, I see!" Lu Zhaoyang nodded gently, understanding in his heart.

A profit of twenty or thirty thousand yuan is indeed a moderate amount of money.

However, such a large fishpond is indeed a bit too much work for an elderly person.

"Hey kid, what are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought, didn't you see the bait bite?"

Lu Zhaoyang snapped out of his daze after being reminded by Grandpa Hei.

Grandpa Hei has already caught two carp.

Lu Zhaoyang also caught a grass carp that was not small.

Fishing here is definitely not comparable to fishing in a wild river; it's incredibly enjoyable.

However, Lu Zhaoyang was lost in thought about something else, which was the fishpond in front of him that he had just heard from Grandpa Hei.

A thought suddenly popped into his head: why not just take over the whole place?

To be honest, his initial ideal was to lie flat.

Lie down completely!

But over time, he discovered that lying flat was not as easy as he had imagined.

"Lying flat" is not a simple slogan, nor is it a goal that can be achieved simply by reaching it.

Lying flat is truly a state of being, a state that demands a very high level of mental fortitude.

Even if he were to do nothing and never have to worry about money again, he still felt that the reality was too difficult.

The restaurant's business was far more booming than he had imagined.

Yes, it's very lucrative there.

However, he doesn't participate, and of course, he's not interested in the catering industry.

My initial thought was simply to find something to do.

The current situation is that this matter has little to do with him. Even knowing that he can get a lot of money still cannot make up for his daily emptiness.

He tries his best to maintain a stable and regular schedule, and he gets up early every morning to go for a run.

But that's still not enough!

What the old man in the black coat just said actually gave him an excellent idea.

It doesn't matter if this fishpond doesn't make money, the key is that it doesn't lose money.

This unprofitable fishpond seems to perfectly match the lifestyle he desires.

Everything he wanted was here.

If he wants to go fishing, he can go fishing.

When I have nothing to do, I feed the fish.

If you get sleepy, you can sleep in the shade of a tree.

In a way, this can be considered a relaxed and stable legitimate job.

He doesn't care about making money; 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a year is a lot to him.

If he wanted a more relaxed life, he could easily hire another person with a little more money.

Thinking about all this, Lu Zhaoyang felt a sense of anticipation growing in his heart.

He suddenly remembered that Brother Xiang always complained that the fish he was provided wasn't fresh enough.

If you contract your own fishpond, you can supply the fish directly to restaurants once they grow big.

It's a win-win situation.

Lu Zhaoyang found it increasingly wonderful.

Unable to contain his thoughts, Lu Zhaoyang turned and asked, "Grandpa, does that mean the fishpond is going to be sublet?"

"Um."

"I don't know if they've found the person yet. If not, I have some ideas," Lu Zhaoyang said.

"you?"

The old man looked over in surprise. "You want to lease this fishpond?"

"Um."

"Why would you suddenly have this idea?" the old man asked, puzzled.

"Grandpa, you know about my relationship with Ah Xiang's barbecue. They use a lot of fish there, so we have our own sales channels."

The old man nodded without any doubt. "If you really have this idea, I'll ask around for you later."

He had witnessed A Xiang's barbecue business firsthand, and taking over a small fishpond was no problem at all.

This was a sure-fire way to make money, so he didn't even try to dissuade him.

"Okay." Lu Zhaoyang nodded as well.

Lu Zhaoyang gave a seemingly legitimate reason.

Li Jianxiang is very dissatisfied with the fish currently being supplied, and that's true.

Stir-fried fish with scallions is one of the restaurant's signature dishes, but the taste of the fish still doesn't meet his standards.

So much so that Li Jianxiang once considered removing the dish.

However, supplying fish to barbecue restaurants was just a random idea he came up with.

However, this was not his primary objective.

He doesn't need to make money from this fishpond; maintaining this state is enough for him.

What he wanted was a place.

A place that is relaxed enough and seems perfectly at ease.

This place perfectly matches his requirements.

After a while, the white-bearded old man strolled over slowly again.

In the short time that followed, apart from Lu Zhaoyang and Uncle Hei, no new anglers came to fish.

The white-bearded old man walked up, and the black-haired old man glanced back seemingly casually, then casually asked, "Old Qian, didn't you say you were closing down this fishpond? Have you found a new owner yet?"

"What, you have an idea?" Old Qian asked back.

"Hmm," the old man replied casually.

The white-bearded old man stopped upon hearing this, scrutinizing the black-haired old man with a questioning look in his eyes. "Wait a minute, you've always looked down on my fishpond, saying it had no soul. Why the sudden change? And have you changed your ways, coming here to cause trouble?"

"Just answer my questions, why are you being so long-winded!" the old man retorted.

"Fine, so you're still going to throw a tantrum at me, huh!"

The white-bearded old man was almost amused by his own annoyance. "Who said I was going to make a move? It's not even close to happening yet. You're not here to fish, you're here to gloat!"

"Fine, keep being stubborn, I'll pretend I didn't ask!"

The old man gently cast his fishing rod out and said nothing more, looking completely at ease as if he were fishing from a comfortable vantage point.

Hey.

Lu Zhaoyang was speechless as he watched the two old men's conversation fall apart in just a few words.

These two have such strong tempers, they're evenly matched.

If he had known this, he would have asked it himself.

Now he's starting to wonder if Grandpa Hei made a mistake.

"Sir, are you sure you're not mistaken? It doesn't seem like you're planning to sell it."

After the white-bearded old man left, Lu Zhaoyang spoke softly, "But it's alright, I just had a whim, it doesn't matter whether I have it or not..."

"snort!"

Before Lu Zhaoyang could finish speaking, Old Man Hei snorted coldly, glanced at the figure of Old Man Bai in the distance, and said indifferently, "Don't worry, we'll see if he comes back in a while."

"what?"

Lu Zhaoyang was stunned for a moment.

As soon as he glanced around, he saw the white-bearded old man who hadn't gone far, turn around in a circle, and then turn back.

"this……"

Lu Zhaoyang was immediately convinced.

It still has to be old friends who understand each other.

"Old Xu, what did you mean by that question? Are you bored?"

He stood beside the white-bearded old man and the black-haired old man for a full half minute before finally speaking and asking.

There was a hint of arrogance in his tone.