Chapter 437: The Old Man Needs to Go Home and Take in the Laundry

The fishing tackle shop owner stared at them, dumbfounded.

He saw the ginseng riding on a chicken.

What a terrifying combination.

As a shop owner, one must have principles. When faced with business, even if humiliated, one must endure and earn the money. It doesn't matter if I earn it standing or kneeling, isn't the money still good?

"Yes, we're open." The owner plastered a smile on his face and hurried to welcome Lin Fan and the others into the store. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to buy a fishing rod."

"I could tell."

The owner had professional qualities. No matter how strange the customer, his only job was to close the deal. As long as you enter my shop, if I don't sell you something, I'm not much of a shop owner.

"Boss, you're so amazing! How did you know?" Lin Fan asked.

The owner blinked.

Buddy, are you pulling my leg?

Of course, as the owner, even when encountering strange customers, he had to maintain a smiling face.

"Of course, I can tell. You gentlemen look like successful people. This must be your father. He's so full of energy. It's rare to see such a spirited elderly person."

The owner had just stepped on a landmine.

Lin Fan said, "He's my best friend."

The owner was startled and hurriedly said, "So it's a cross-generational friendship! I can tell at a glance that this gentleman's talent is beyond imagination, otherwise he wouldn't have earned this old gentleman's affection."

Old Zhang touched his face and said sadly, "Lin Fan, do I really look that old?"

The owner was startled again.

Holy crap!

Difficult customers! Another landmine!

"Big brother, you don't look old at all! You look like you're in your forties. If I could have half your vitality when I'm your age, I'd be more than satisfied."

The owner felt that if he continued with the flattery, something bad would definitely happen. He quickly changed the subject.

"What price range are you looking for in a fishing rod?"

He observed the expressions of the two, trying to gauge their budget from their faces. If they hesitated, they were probably looking for something average. If they remained calm and their eyes wandered aimlessly, they were definitely big spenders.

Indeed...

These two in front of him were very calm.

The owner said, "I have cheap ones and expensive ones, ranging from a few hundred to tens of thousands. How about I introduce a few to you?"

The ginseng riding on the evil chicken was very unhappy. Couldn't he see how handsome I am?

Introducing fishing gear and daring to ignore me.

Truly intolerable.

"Do you not see me?" the ginseng said discontentedly.

The owner looked down and saw the strange and easily overlooked creature. It wasn't a human, it was ginseng, but damn, it was peculiar. The ginseng could talk! Surprise flashed in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to normal.

"Of course not! Let me give you four a good introduction, a good introduction."

Businessmen were not simple beings.

Their minds were sharp, and they didn't need long to think things over. They could come up with solutions in the blink of an eye.

"I won't bother introducing this junk to you gentlemen. Please follow me. The good stuff is in the back."

The owner didn't even glance at the cheap items. If they were going to look, they were going to look at the best.

Soon.

"This is the best fishing gear set in our shop, a world-renowned brand, a famous trademark. I heard it can even pull up a whale." The owner picked up a set of fishing gear and introduced it. He had no other intention than to tell them that this fishing rod was absolutely top-notch.

"Can even pull up a whale? Just this little thing? Have you seen it with your own eyes?" The ginseng squinted, its eyes full of suspicion. It felt like the owner was treating Lin Fan and Old Zhang like fools.

The owner said, "I haven't seen it personally, but I've heard of it. There's no smoke without fire. It must have happened for people to talk about it."

The fishing tackle shop owner felt that this ginseng was a bit difficult.

Although I'm exaggerating a bit, catching a shark shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Do you like it?" Lin Fan asked Old Zhang. He cared a lot about Old Zhang's opinion.

Old Zhang said, "I like it. Do you like it?"

"If you like it, I like it." Lin Fan said, then looked at the ginseng. "Do you like it?"

The ginseng held its head high and said, "Is my opinion important?"

"Of course! We're friends. If you like it, I'll buy it. If you don't like it, I won't buy it," Lin Fan said.

The ginseng was very cunning. It glanced at the fishing tackle shop owner. Hear that? I'm the deciding factor. If I don't like it, I'm afraid your business will be difficult.

The owner knew that the key to whether the deal could be made lay with this inconspicuous yet domineering ginseng.

He bent down and approached the ginseng.

"Brother..."

Just as he was about to flatter the ginseng, Old Zhang pulled Lin Fan's hand. "I really like it. Let's buy it, okay?"

Lin Fan said, "Okay, let's buy it."

Hearing this, the owner straightened up, his arrogance returned, and he didn't even look at the ginseng. He enthusiastically served Lin Fan.

The ginseng didn't expect Lin Fan to ignore it so blatantly. Hadn't they agreed to respect its choice?

Angrily, the ginseng gripped the evil chicken's feathers, making the hen ache in pain. It wanted to throw the ginseng off. If it weren't for your poop and boogers being quite good, do you think you could ride on the great and heroic evil creature?

Hotel.

A message notification sounded on the phone.

Mu Qing stared at the message with wide eyes.

"This rate of spending is terrifying."

If she were Lin Fan's wife and acknowledged it, she would definitely call him and roar...

You spendthrift! Do you know how hard I work to earn money to support the family? What did you buy? More than 100,000 in one go! Do you know how many minutes I have to stand on stage to earn that much? It's exhausting!

Three fishing rods were that expensive.

The fishing tackle shop owner successfully sold the treasure of his shop to Lin Fan.

In fact, the fishing tackle shop owner was full of regret.

Why hadn't he thought to stock more expensive fishing gear before? If he had even more expensive fishing gear, he definitely could have sold it and made a killing.

Cross-River Bridge.

Lin Fan brought Old Zhang and the others here.

"Is fishing really a joyful activity?" Old Zhang had never fished before, and he was full of anticipation for this activity. Just the feel of the fishing rod made it seem powerful.

Lin Fan smiled. "Of course! I didn't find fishing interesting before, but later I discovered it's really interesting and very addictive."

Old Zhang felt that Lin Fan's words were very interesting.

He was already eager to try.

Although the ginseng was dissatisfied with Lin Fan's behavior, feeling that he hadn't been given enough face in front of the shop owner, which made it feel looked down upon and lose face, it chose to forgive its master, considering that Lin Fan had also bought it a fishing rod. It must have been that the master didn't hear what it said, otherwise he wouldn't have disrespected it.

Baiting the hooks, choosing their spots.

Two people and one ginseng. As for the evil chicken, it only had wings and no hands, so it could only stare.

"This is so boring."

The evil chicken folded its wings and squatted there obediently, watching the river. Boats passed by constantly. Gradually, the evil chicken fell into deep thought. It missed its compatriots. It hadn't seen them for a long time.

"Wow, I have a fish!" Old Zhang exclaimed, then quickly lifted the rod. He used a bit too much force and speed. The fish had just surfaced when it wriggled and escaped the hook.

Lin Fan said, "Old Zhang, you can't be so hasty when fishing. When a fish takes the bait, you need to take it slow. You can't be so rushed, otherwise the fish will easily escape. Look... I have a fish. You need to do it slowly like this."

Old Zhang watched very carefully.

"How do you know so much?"

"Actually, I don't know much. I figured it out gradually. This is experience."

"I've never seen you fish before."

"I learned it in a dream."

"Wow, that's amazing."

The conversations between Lin Fan and Old Zhang were always full of points of ridicule. The ginseng and the evil chicken watched them like they were fools, completely unable to understand what they were talking about. Such complicated issues!

At this moment.

A voice came from afar.

"Stop! Stop right there!"

"I'm talking to you! What are you looking at me for? Put down your fishing rods quickly."

An old man in uniform walked over, holding a walkie-talkie. As he walked, he spoke into the walkie-talkie: "Caught two illegal fishers."

Lin Fan said, "Hello, is there something wrong?"

The old man didn't answer. Instead, he observed the surroundings, analyzing the combat capabilities of the two in front of him. Looking at Lin Fan, he analyzed: Dressed slimly, shouldn't pose much of a threat. With his decades of practiced Wang Ba Quan (a chaotic, improvised fighting style), if a conflict arises, he can definitely beat the opponent to a pulp.

As for Old Zhang, he was obviously not considered a threat.

Such a skinny old man was clearly just making up the numbers. One kick could knock him over.

Analysis complete.

The old man was full of confidence and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Fishing," Lin Fan said.

"Fishing? You say it so boldly! Do you know that fishing is not allowed here?" The old man, as a river patrol officer, was particularly concerned about these matters. When encountering such illegal activities, he had to step in and stop them.

"I didn't know."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes bulged. He looked left and right, saw the sign lying in the grass, and hurriedly propped it up, pointing at the words on it:

"Now you know, right? No fishing! Violators will be fined 200 yuan. Serious cases will result in detention."

Lin Fan and Old Zhang looked at each other.

They both nodded silently.

They were both law-abiding people. They really hadn't seen the sign at first.

"Sorry, we didn't know just now. We hope you can forgive us," Lin Fan said.

The old man nodded with satisfaction. "Well, since your attitude is good, I'll just give you a warning. I'll waive the fine. You can fish somewhere else, but not here. Go home if you have nothing else to do."

"Okay."

Lin Fan was very agreeable. Since there were rules, he would certainly abide by them.

Others might be arrogant.

But he wouldn't.

If those strong individuals who had been beaten up by Lin Fan in the past saw this scene, they would definitely give the old man a thumbs-up and praise him: "This old man is indeed an old man. He's truly domineering."

Just then.

In the distance, above the city.

A vortex of black clouds suddenly appeared, with purple lightning coursing through them.

"Holy crap! It's going to rain."

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly left. He had to go home and take in his laundry.

Lin Fan looked up.

"Such an evil aura. Let's go and see."