Chapter 365 This is about leasing out the fishpond.

He suddenly stood up, pointed at Xiao Chen's location, and said confidently.

"Ah Chen, it must be because your spot has good feng shui; it's a fishpond! Let's switch!"

These childish remarks made everyone burst into laughter.

Anita Mui joked.

"Brother, fishing is about skill, not feng shui."

"I don't care, I want to change it!" Leslie Cheung acted like a rogue.

Xiao Chen smiled helplessly and stood up.

"Okay, brother, you come here."

He gave up his prestigious position to Leslie Cheung.

He himself ended up in the same unfortunate position where Leslie Cheung had previously "received nothing".

Leslie Cheung rubbed his hands together, confidently baited the hook, and cast it with a determined smile.

"Just wait and see, tonight's whole fish feast is all up to me."

However, the reality is cruel.

He sat in that spot, which he called a "feng shui treasure land," for a full twenty minutes, but the float remained motionless, like a stabilizing anchor.

The smile on his face gradually froze, replaced by confusion and bewilderment.

Just as he was questioning his existence, Xiao Chen, on the other side, performed another miracle in the "unlucky seat" where he had just sat.

Xiao Chen slowly cast his fishing rod, and in less than three minutes, the float suddenly sank!

He once again easily lifted the rod and reeled in the line, his movements fluid and effortless, and a grass carp, bigger than any of the previous fish, was forcefully pulled out of the water.

With a "plop," the fish was thrown into the bucket, the splashing water seeming like a merciless mockery of Leslie Cheung.

"..."

Leslie Cheung was completely petrified.

He stared blankly at Xiao Chen, then at his own motionless fishing rod, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Even Anita Mui and the others couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Brother, do you believe me now? It has nothing to do with position, it has to do with the person."

Wang Zuxian clutched his stomach, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Ah Chen, tell me honestly, are you a fish god reincarnated?"

Dilraba looked at Xiao Chen with eyes full of adoration, her bright eyes practically sparkling with stars.

Brother Chen, you're amazing!

Leslie Cheung was deeply affected. He threw down his fishing rod in despair, slumped in his chair, and felt utterly hopeless.

"I'm not fishing anymore! This is too unfair!"

Seeing his expression, Xiao Chen smiled and shook his head, then pushed his bucket full of fish over to him.

"Brother, these are all yours."

"I don't want to!" Leslie Cheung turned his head away haughtily, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

As the sun set, the group returned home laden with their spoils.

When they returned to the Mushroom House carrying several heavy buckets of water, the crew members waiting in the yard were all dumbfounded.

The director stared wide-eyed at the enormous, wriggling fish in the bucket, hardly believing his eyes.

"My... my God! You guys have emptied the entire lake?"

He strode forward, peered into the bucket, and his face was filled with utter shock.

"This...this must weigh forty or fifty pounds, right? And all in just one afternoon?"

The filming director was also completely bewildered. He stammered, "These...you caught all of these?"

Leslie Cheung finally found a chance to regain his pride. He puffed out his chest and pointed triumphantly at the fish.

"Of course! It's mainly up to me!"

The director was squatting at the entrance of the courtyard, smoking, the cigarette butt glowing intermittently in the twilight.

His original idea was for the guests to wait patiently by the water, and finally manage to catch a few small mitten fish, showcasing the hardships of life.

Who would have thought that these people would return looking like they had just come back from buying goods at the wholesale market?

"This...this means they've taken over the fishpond?"

The cigarette butt in the director's hand fell directly onto the instep of his foot, making him shudder with pain.

Xiao Chen carried two heavy plastic buckets, his steps still steady and his posture upright.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, a masterpiece of nature, making every feature appear deep and captivating.

The overwhelming aura of a top superstar made it impossible for the cameraman to look away.

"Director, we'll save a lot on food expenses tonight, aren't you going to thank me?"

Xiao Chen put down the bucket, his voice clear and melodious, with a hint of mischief.

The director shook his head with a wry smile, looking at the buckets full of still-jumping live fish, his throat suddenly felt dry.

"Achen, the purpose of our show is 'aspiration,' not 'getting rich,' your output is too amazing."

Following behind, Anita Mui dusted off her hands and pointed at Leslie Cheung, who was sulking in the back.

"You should ask your 'feng shui master' brother. If he hadn't insisted on changing the location, Ah Chen could have caught even more fish."

Wang Zuxian and Brigitte Lin exchanged a glance, covered their mouths and chuckled, their eyes revealing a sense of variety show humor.

These goddesses, who were once incredibly popular, always showed a genuine, heartfelt doting affection for Xiao Chen.

It's not just because of Xiao Chen's face that makes women around the world scream, but also because of the boy's inherent composure and versatility.

Dilraba was only sixteen years old, and she hadn't yet shed her girlish naiveté. She followed closely behind Xiao Chen.

Her large, exotic eyes practically etched the word "adoration" into their pupils.

"Brother Chen, the way you pulled the fish just now was so cool!"

Dilraba muttered to herself, her cheeks flushed like ripe apples.

In her worldview, there was nothing Xiao Chen couldn't do.

Xiao Chen turned to look at her and gently brushed the tip of the girl's nose.

"Go get a few large basins; we need to deal with these big guys."

"Okay!" Dilraba replied crisply and melodiously, skipping into the Mushroom House like a happy little deer.

At this moment, Leslie Cheung finally dawdled into the courtyard, his handsome face still dark and gloomy.

"Don't look at me, those fish have nothing to do with me, they all have the surname Xiao."

Leslie Cheung angrily sat down in the pavilion, pulled his straw hat over his face, and pretended to be asleep.

Mei Yanfang walked over and tugged at his sleeve.

"Alright, brother, Ah Chen already said these fish are yours. You're the hero of tonight."

Leslie Cheung peeked out with one eye from the edge of his straw hat and snorted.

"That's more like it, Ah Chen. I want it braised, it has to be braised!"

Xiao Chen rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his smooth forearms.

Without wasting words, he picked up a large bluefish and swiftly chopped it down.

"A whole fish feast, please arrange."

Xiao Chen smiled faintly and gestured with his chin toward the director.

"Director, we'll have an extra meal tonight, no charge for your food, but we'll also cover the ingredients for next season."

The director was taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Chen pointed to the buckets of fish, his tone relaxed.