Fish died

Eleven twenty p.m. The nightlife of Jing Hai was boisterous, and many people were still mingling about downtown in a scene of feasting and revelry.

Saintly Dragon and Primordial were still celebrating at the restaurant.

And beside Saintly Dragon's Ornamental Fish Store and Primordial's Aquarium Store, a luxurious Rolls-Royce drove by slowly.

Cameras monitored every corner of both stores in the quiet night.

"Business is good. This is my present for you." Chu Xian smiled mockingly and closed his eyes.

Five minutes later, Chu Xian opened his eyes, smiled and drove back to the hotel.

The next morning was a beautiful and sunny start to the day.

Chu Xian had some breakfast before making his way back to Saintly Dragon and Primordial.

It wasn't 9 a.m. yet, and many people were already gathered around the stores. The situation looked as good as Chu Xian's opening day, if not better.