At the private dock of Villa No.1 in Golden Bay.
The sleek, snow-white yacht Sea Wolf sat quietly moored by the pier, gleaming under the sunlight with the unmistakable shine of money.
But at that moment, the dock echoed with heartbreaking zzzzk sawing noises, mixed with the bizarre smell of engine oil and fish slime.
Sea Wolf
Salted Fish No. 2
Yu Xian
Su Wanyi
Su Wanyi stood onshore clutching her chest, staring at the scene before her as if she were about to suffocate.
Yu Xian was wearing safety goggles and holding an industrial chainsaw, mercilessly butchering the yacht’s priceless teak deck.
“ZZZZZZ—!”
Wood chips flew everywhere.
The once flawless imported teak deck—every inch radiating aristocratic luxury—had been brutally cut open with four giant holes.
“Little Yu! That’s century-old Burmese teak!”
“One square meter costs tens of thousands!”
Su Wanyi cried out with tears in her voice.
“Why are you sawing it apart?!”
Yu Xian switched off the chainsaw and pushed up his goggles, looking completely justified.
“How else am I supposed to install the turrets?”
“This boat’s design is anti-human. There isn’t even a proper place to mount fishing rods.”
“Tur… turrets?”
Su Wanyi’s vision darkened.
“Fishing rod support bases.”
Yu Xian explained casually, then pointed at a pile of junk metal nearby.
“And that leather captain’s chair was too inconvenient. I had Wang Dafu replace it with a tractor seat. Better ventilation. Feels great.”
Su Wanyi followed his finger.
The luxurious tech-filled driver’s seat wrapped in premium Napa leather had already been stripped down to its base.
Beside it sat a rusty iron tractor seat still carrying the earthy scent of mud.
And that wasn’t all.
The open-air lounge area at the stern—originally meant for champagne parties—had been replaced by several huge blue plastic barrels.
Air pumps buzzed inside them, while a thick smell of live loaches filled the air.
Even the bold English “SEA WOLF” logo on the hull had been scribbled over with a two-yuan black marker.
In crooked handwriting, three words were written:
【Salted Fish No. 2】
“How is it?”
Yu Xian dusted off his hands proudly.
“Feels more down-to-earth now, right?”
“This is what you call practical aesthetics.”
Su Wanyi: “……”
Looking at the luxury yacht transformed into a “Syrian battlefield wreck style” fishing boat, she was completely speechless.
It was like taking a Victoria’s Secret supermodel in an evening gown, stuffing her into a mud-covered military coat, and handing her a snakeskin sack.
“Can this boat still be seen in public anymore?”
Su Wanyi asked in despair.
“Why would it need to meet people?”
“It’s going to meet fish.”
Yu Xian jumped aboard and tested the tractor seat, nodding with satisfaction.
“Mm. Perfect hardness. Good for using waist strength while fighting fish.”
At that moment, a red Ferrari stopped outside the villa.
Ferrari
Yang Wei
Yang Wei burst in wearing sunglasses and carrying a file.
“Master Yu! Sister Su! Great news!”
His voice arrived before he did.
“Su Qian’s song Invisible Wings has been nominated for the Golden Melody Awards! The organizers want her to perform as the opening guest!”
Invisible Wings
The moment he rushed to the dock, he froze at the sight of the “monster” floating in the water.
His feet slipped and he nearly fell into the lake.
“W-what… what the hell is that?!”
He tore off his sunglasses, rubbed his eyes, and pointed in horror.
“Where’s the Sea Wolf? Sister Su, where’s the three-million-yuan yacht?! Did pirates hijack it?!”
“This is it.”
Yu Xian sat in the tractor seat, holding a freshly welded stainless steel rod holder and adjusting the angle.
“Just made some slight modifications.”
“You could call it a performance upgrade.”
The hell kind of performance upgrade is this?!
Looking at the blue plastic barrels, Yang Wei felt like his worldview had just suffered a nuclear strike.
“Master… isn’t this upgrade a little too… hardcore?”
He swallowed hard and quickly changed the topic.
“Anyway, Su Qian’s performance is coming up soon. But the organizers said one song isn’t enough. They’re hoping for another inspirational anthem… something the whole audience can sing together.”
While speaking, he carefully observed Yu Xian’s expression.
Yu Xian kept tightening screws without even looking up.
“No time.”
“I’m taking the boat out for sea trials.”
“Please, Master!”
Yang Wei panicked.
“If you write the song, I’ll get you a U.S. Navy SEAL sonar fish finder! The kind that can scan fish schools a hundred meters under the sea!”
Yu Xian’s hand stopped mid-screw.
Sonar?
Special forces grade?
Wouldn’t that basically let him see which fish was opening its mouth?
“Deal.”
He tossed aside the screwdriver, wiped his greasy hands on his pants, and pulled out a crumpled supermarket receipt from his pocket.
“Pen.”
Yang Wei immediately handed over a signing pen with both hands like he was presenting a diplomatic treaty.
Yu Xian rested the receipt on his knee and scribbled rapidly.
“This song is called The Brightest Star in the Night Sky.”
The Brightest Star in the Night Sky
He handed the receipt over.
“Let the kid practice with it.”
“This song doesn’t need fancy technique. It needs that clean feeling in the voice.”
Yang Wei accepted the greasy receipt with trembling hands.
“Whenever I can’t find the meaning of existence…
Whenever I get lost in the darkness…”
He merely hummed two lines softly, yet every hair on his body stood upright.
A current shot from his tailbone straight to his scalp.
This wasn’t just a song.
It was a melody carved directly into the soul.
“Incredible…”
Yang Wei looked up, eyes burning with fanatical admiration.
“Master… are you really just a fisherman?”
“With talent like this, becoming the godfather of the music industry would still be beneath you!”
“Enough nonsense.”
Yu Xian picked up the screwdriver again.
“Don’t forget my sonar. If even one screw is missing, I’ll settle accounts with you.”
“Yes, yes, yes! I’ll arrange it immediately!”
Yang Wei ran off hugging the receipt like a priceless treasure, terrified Yu Xian might change his mind if he stayed one second longer.
Su Wanyi watched his crazed retreating figure, then glanced at Yu Xian, who was carefully adding foam padding to the tractor seat.
She sighed softly.
“One receipt slip… traded for several million again…”
“Little Yu, can’t you show at least a little respect for your talent?”
Yu Xian tightened the final screw, stood up, and gently stroked the Poseidon’s Spear—the legendary fishing rod that had once hauled up a naval mine—before patting the utterly transformed Salted Fish No. 2.
Poseidon’s Spear
The reverent look in his eyes resembled a commander inspecting an invincible battleship before war.
“Talent?”
He spoke softly, almost asking himself.
“Can that thing help me take off the hat of a fishless fisherman?”
“Tomorrow, this boat will carry the hopes of both my lifetimes out to sea!”
“This time… I’m going to fish back every ounce of dignity I lost!”
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