HDRDTH -Chapter 13 Mr. Yu, the Model Citizen

Villa No. 1 at Golden Bay was sealed off once again.

But this time, it wasn’t reporters surrounding the place.

It was armed police and bomb disposal experts.

Yellow warning tape stretched everywhere.

Police cars flashed red and blue lights nonstop, giving the entire area an extremely tense atmosphere.

“Bomb disposal robot entering the scene!”

“All unrelated personnel retreat five hundred meters!”

Yu Xian’s family of three—plus Wang Dafu—were squatting on a distant lawn, each holding a cup of instant noodles while watching the nerve-racking operation unfolding on the small island in the middle of the lake.

“That thing really was a naval mine? A live one?” Wang Dafu’s hands trembled so hard he could barely hold his noodles.

“Yeah.” Yu Xian slurped a mouthful of noodles, his eyes hollow with despair. “If it had already exploded, I could’ve accepted it. But the expert just said it was an unexploded aerial naval mine left behind during the Japanese bombing raids years ago.”

Wang Dafu wanted to cry.

He had spent billions buying this land, and first they found a safe, now a naval mine.

This feng shui was absolutely cursed.

“Look on the bright side.” Yu Xian patted his shoulder. “If this thing had exploded later when your excavators started Phase Two construction… your whole life would’ve become really ‘famous.’”

Wang Dafu instantly broke into cold sweat.

Right!

This was basically helping him remove a gigantic hidden disaster!

“Dad! You’re a living bodhisattva who saves the suffering!” Wang Dafu nearly knelt again. “That mine must’ve sensed your righteous aura and voluntarily bit the hook!”

Yu Xian: …

No, it didn’t.

It just snagged my soft-shell turtle bait.

And now my bait’s gone too.

At that moment, a middle-aged police officer in uniform walked over.

Director Zhang of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.

He looked at Yu Xian with an extremely complicated expression.

“Mr. Yu, thank you for your assistance. The bomb disposal experts confirmed that the mine’s fuse was still active. Extremely dangerous. If you hadn’t… fished it up, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable.”

Director Zhang paused, his gaze drifting strangely toward the “Poseidon’s Trident” beside Yu Xian.

“Additionally, we discovered a small Japanese military weapons cache beneath that location. There were quite a few wartime artifacts and… explosives inside. We’ll probably need to seal off this section of the lake for a while during cleanup operations.”

The fork in Yu Xian’s hand dropped.

Seal off the lake?

Then what about his VIP fishing spot? What about his giant fish?

A splitting headache hit him instantly.

“How long?” Yu Xian asked hopelessly.

“At least half a month. At worst… half a year.”

Yu Xian’s world collapsed.

His newly acquired “Poseidon’s Trident.”

His freshly prepared fishing nest.

His carefully planned lazy retirement life…

All destroyed by this damned naval mine!

“However,” Director Zhang suddenly smiled, “in recognition of Mr. Yu’s special contribution, the city has decided to award you the ‘Model Citizen Award,’ along with a fifty-thousand-yuan prize. Also… the media side of things… you understand.”

Again.

More media attention.

The next day, the front page headline of the Jiangcheng Daily read:

Fishing Enthusiast Makes Major Contribution! Mysterious “Master Yu” Hooks Hidden Japanese Arsenal While Fishing!

The accompanying photo showed Yu Xian crouching outside the police tape with a dead expression while eating instant noodles.

The internet exploded with laughter.

“HAHAHAHA! Master Yu: I just wanted to fish, not defend the nation!”

“This guy’s luck is insane! There’s literally nothing he can’t fish up—except actual fish!”

“Poseidon’s Trident: I was made for tuna fishing, not naval mine retrieval! This career shift is outrageous!”

“Anyone else think Master Yu is secretly a government agent, and fishing is just his cover identity?”

Shockingly, a huge number of people agreed with that theory.

After all, what normal person drove an amphibious battle vehicle and could accurately hook a naval mine in a lake spanning hundreds of acres?

As a result, Yu Xian’s “lazy slacker” image completely failed to stick.

Instead, he became known as the “hidden master secret agent.”

…

With the lake sealed off, Yu Xian became deeply depressed.

He spent all day sprawled lifelessly on the villa sofa, watching animal documentaries on TV like someone whose soul had been hollowed out.

“Xiao Yu, stop moping around.” Su Wanyi walked over holding an invitation card. “Even if you can’t fish, we can still go catch something else.”

“What?” Yu Xian didn’t even bother lifting his eyelids.

“The Jiangcheng Charity Gala.” A sly gleam flashed in Su Wanyi’s eyes as she looked at him. “Tonight, all the elites of Jiangcheng will be there. Including… Director Liu Dapao—the guy who stole my role before.”

“Not going. Sounds boring.”

“I heard the grand prize is a luxury fishing yacht.”

Yu Xian instantly sprang upright like a carp leaping from water.

“What time? What should I wear?”