I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

"On September 17, 2026, Mr. Cheng was fishing at an unnamed fishpond in Hangzhou and caught a 25-jin (9 catties) bighead carp with just three wild berries."

Please be aware—

Cheng Che gave a peace sign to the camera and then sent the video out from his music account.

I received numerous comments as soon as I posted it:

"Didn't someone ask you that?"

"666, you have time to fish but not to play 'Genglong San' (a popular online game), are you in or not?"

"You've been so cocky during the whole newbie protection period, just wait, I just got my new fishing rod!"

"I'm fan number zero, and I feel so ashamed to admit it!"

"Stop slacking off! You're livestreaming! If you post a video of yourself playing random notes, I'm seriously going to get Wang Zheng to dock your pay!"

……

Looking at these comments full of jealousy towards him, Cheng Che smiled disdainfully and put away his phone with satisfaction.

"Do you have to be so smug?" Tian Xiwei's head peeked out from behind his shoulder. "You've been showing off for twenty minutes now."

Men are such childish creatures.

And clearly, Cheng Che is one of the best among them.

"What are you talking about?!" Cheng Che said seriously, "I'm just sharing my joy, not showing off."

"Tch, her mouth is practically twisted to the sky," Tian Xiwei complained.

They were walking on the streets of the town, with quaint buildings on both sides, stone-paved streets under their feet, and a winding river flowing alongside.

The other four had already returned to the courtyard, but Cheng Che refused. After weighing the fish, he insisted on taking his spoils outside for a stroll.

Tian Xiwei accompanied him out.

Along the way, whenever anyone, even a stray dog ​​on the roadside, glanced in his direction, he would go up and say something:

"Hey, how did you know I caught a massive, 25-pound silver carp with just three wild berries that grow everywhere by the roadside?"

Although it's an extremely long and difficult sentence, it's been said so many times that Tian Xiwei and the viewers in the live chat have memorized it:

Come home, kid, come home! Stop showing off your 25-pound giant silver carp!

How long has it been since you heard the story of Cheng Che catching a 25-pound bighead carp with just three berries?

[I can't do anything with you. Sit tight. That's a fishing rod that will be recorded in human history. In the early autumn of 2026, in a fishpond in an ancient town in Hangzhou, a cursed place that broke countless fishing rods and drove away many anglers...]

You netizens are being a little too indulgent with Cheng Che.

"I'm a little tired." Cheng Che stopped by the roadside.

His body was still too weak to support him in completing the great feat of carrying fish around the town.

"Do you want me to help you carry it?" Tian Xiwei asked, her eyes crinkling.

"...There's no reason in the world for a girl to carry heavy things when the two of them are shopping together." Cheng Che refused to admit his weakness.

"You're quite strong-willed." Tian Xiwei pinched Cheng Che's weak arm and chuckled.

"After we finish filming the show and get back to Shanghai, how about I take you to the gym?" she suggested. "As an online novelist, if you don't exercise, it'll really hurt your health in the long run."

"Okay." Cheng Che agreed without much thought.

Anyone who has been an online novelist knows that if you don't take good care of your health and maintain a regular lifestyle, you'll "die" after a few years of writing.

Cheng Che's influence is not significant yet, firstly because he is young, and secondly because he has only been working for a little over a year.

But if this continues for another two years, even if he doesn't exercise, the editor-in-chief and others will probably be begging him to exercise.

I was afraid he'd die in front of the computer halfway through typing.

"Shall we go back now?" Tian Xiwei asked.

"No rush, let's process this fish first," Cheng Che said.

Once it's disposed of, it's sold, even though they could eat it themselves, there's no need for them to.

Who knows how long it would take those six people to eat a 25-pound fish?

Moreover, this season, they certainly have abundant basic resources, including chicken coops, duck sheds, and fish ponds.

However, Wang Zheng, being stingy, withheld the fixed amount of 50 yuan that was provided to each of them every day.

Therefore, it is still very necessary to earn some money.

"How much do you plan to sell it for?" Tian Xiwei asked.

"I haven't seen any fish head restaurants along the way..." Cheng Che thought for a moment, then turned to look at his cameraman.

The photographer suddenly shivered, as if he were being watched by some indescribable being.

He looked at Cheng Che cautiously—what are you planning to do to me now, you living father?

"Look at you, so formal," Cheng Che clicked his tongue. "I'm not going to mess with you!"

The photographer remained unmoved.

Instead of believing Cheng Che, it's better to believe that Director Wang suddenly evolved into an angelic personality before going to bed tonight and gave him eight times his salary without saying a word.

"Hey, Lao Wang!" Cheng Che figured Wang Zheng should be able to see him in the monitoring room right now. "Do you want some fish?"

"Would you like to buy some of my 25-jin (12.5 catties) of freshly caught, all-natural bighead carp?"

……

In the director's monitoring room, Wang Zheng heard Cheng Che's voice, thought for a moment, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

……

"I don't like eating fish!"

Wang Zheng's voice came through the walkie-talkie on the photographer's waist.

"So you don't want to buy it anymore?" Cheng Che asked.

"right!"

"Can't we discuss it?"

"cannot!"

Cheng Che fell silent for a while.

The photographer had a bad feeling.

"Let's go then, Xiaotian," Cheng Che sighed.

"Aren't...aren't you selling it anymore?" she asked softly.

"There's nothing I can do if he doesn't want to buy it." Cheng Che shook his head. "There are only six of us, including three girls. It's really too difficult for us to properly handle a 25-pound fish."

"I don't know if we can avoid waste."

"With so many staff members on the production team, a 25-pound fish is definitely enough to handle the task and even improve their meals."

"But Director Wang, a powerful and wealthy director, is unwilling to cherish food with us, nor is he willing to treat his employees any better... I am powerless to help him."

"Perhaps Director Wang doesn't cherish food or his employees."

"Oda, PD, this is a sick era!" He suddenly looked several years older, and his face instantly became haggard.

The photographer was immediately moved upon hearing this—yes, why is Director Wang so stingy?

He doesn't like to eat fish, so can't he buy some for our staff to eat as a snack?

He loves eating fish the most.

Ugh……

"...At most 8 yuan per jin." Wang Zheng's somewhat exhausted voice came through the walkie-talkie again.

"make a deal!"

Cheng Che instantly became radiant; even the super serum that Captain America received back then couldn't have had such an immediate effect.

"Give me the money!" he said.

"Give it to him! Give it to him!" Wang Zheng was lucky he wasn't there, otherwise his face would probably be as black as charcoal.

The photographer happily pulled out two red bills and gave them to Cheng Che.

The money wasn't his, but he definitely got a share of the extra food!

whee.

"Okay!" Cheng Che smiled. "I'm a man of integrity; cash on delivery!"

"Now that the money is mine, the fish is naturally yours!"

He handed the fish to the photographer, then turned around, grabbed Tian Xiwei's arm, and ran away.

"...?"

The cameraman, with one hand supporting the camera he was carrying on his shoulder and the other holding the 25-pound Thunder Fish, silently watched Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei's departing figures.

No, not at all.

He's tired of saying the word "birth".

but.

Birth!