HDRDTH -Chapter 17 He Just Hummed Casually… and It Became Another Hit Song?

Inside the recording studio.

Yang Wei

Yang Wei held that grease-stained receipt slip in both hands like it was an imperial decree.

The sound engineer, arranger, and session musicians all crowded around him, barely daring to breathe.

“So this is… the master’s new song?” the guitarist muttered while staring at the wildly scribbled handwriting. “This is way too sloppy, isn’t it? There’s not even sheet music—just a few numbered notes?”

“Shut up!” Yang Wei glared at him. “How could someone like you possibly understand the master’s level? This is called great truth expressed simply! Every grease stain on this paper might symbolize an emotional cue!”

Everyone: “……”

Su Qian

Su Qian stood nervously before the microphone with headphones on.

That receipt slip had originally been used by Uncle Yu to wrap chewing gum, yet Uncle Yang had snatched it away like treasure.

“Qianqian, ready?” Yang Wei asked gently. “Just sing the way your uncle taught you. Don’t pressure yourself.”

The music began.

A simple piano intro—clear and ethereal.

Su Qian closed her eyes.

In her mind appeared that night when Uncle Yu sat on the balcony, tying fishing hooks while casually humming this song.

The stars had been bright.

The wind had been gentle.

“The brightest star in the night sky…
Can you hear clearly…”

“The loneliness and sighs…
Hidden in the hearts of those who gaze upward…”

The Brightest Star in the Night Sky

The instant Su Qian’s voice rang out, everyone in the studio felt their scalps tingle.

That pure, crystal-clear childlike voice—paired with a melody tinged with sadness yet overflowing with hope—instantly pierced through the hardened shells of every adult present.

The guitarist’s eyes turned red as he remembered his lost youth.

The sound engineer quietly wiped away tears, thinking of his distant hometown.

Yang Wei trembled with excitement, fists clenched tightly.

This was the feeling he wanted!

This was the power capable of reviving Starlight Records from the dead!

When the song ended, silence filled the studio for a long time.

Until Su Qian timidly asked:

“Uncle Yang… did I sing it wrong?”

“No! Absolutely not!”

Yang Wei ripped off his headphones, rushed into the recording booth, and spun Su Qian around in his arms.

“It was perfect! Qianqian, you’re a genius! Your uncle is a god!”

“Quick! Start post-production immediately! We release it online at midnight tonight!”

Meanwhile, at the Golden Bay villa.

Yu Xian

Yu Xian was making his final preparations for battle.

The living room was piled high with all kinds of “heavy weaponry.”

That legendary fishing rod, Poseidon’s Spear—the one that had scared Wang Dafu into kneeling—had been polished until it gleamed.

Poseidon’s Spear

Beside it were over a dozen sea rods of different sizes, along with two entire crates of imported Antarctic krill bait bricks.

“This time, I’m serious,” Yu Xian said solemnly to Su Wanyi. “I checked the almanac. Tomorrow is favorable for travel, favorable for fishing and hunting, and unfavorable for returning empty-handed. South is the lucky direction.”

Su Wanyi

Su Wanyi was sewing Su Qian’s performance dress. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes.

“When are you not serious? And what happened? Last time you fished up a safe. The time before that, a naval mine. What are you planning to haul up this time? An aircraft carrier?”

“That was an accident!”

Yu Xian replied without even blushing.

“That was Heaven preparing a great responsibility for me. This time is different. I’ve already adjusted the feng shui on the boat. That tractor seat faces north-to-south—it suppresses evil energy.”

Just then, a breaking news report interrupted the television program.

“According to our station, fishermen in the East China Sea recently discovered unidentified underwater devices suspected to be foreign spy equipment. Relevant authorities urge all fishermen that if suspicious objects are discovered at sea, they should report them immediately and refrain from salvaging them privately…”

Yu Xian listened and curled his lips dismissively.

“Tch. Who’s bored enough to fish up that kind of junk? Only an idiot would ignore actual fish just to hook metal lumps.”

Su Wanyi looked at his overly confident expression and suddenly felt an extremely ominous premonition.

Could this man… actually have a cursed mouth?

“Little Yu… maybe I should go with you?” she tested cautiously. “In case you really fish up something… weird again, at least I can help call the police.”

“No need.”

Yu Xian waved his hand grandly.

“This is a battlefield for men. Women and children stay home and wait for fish soup.”

“I already borrowed two bodyguards from Wang Dafu. They’ll help me net the fish. Just wait and see me hit the jackpot!”

With that, he hoisted Poseidon’s Spear onto his shoulder like a general marching to war and strode proudly toward the dock.

His back practically radiated three giant words:

NO MORE EMPTY NETS!

Su Wanyi watched his departing figure and silently pulled out her phone.

“Hello, Director Zhang? This is Su Wanyi. Nothing serious, I just wanted to notify you that my Yu Xian is heading out to sea tomorrow… Yes, on that ridiculously modified boat.”

“Could you maybe… send a coast guard vessel to quietly follow behind him? I’m worried he’ll accidentally trigger another national-defense-level incident.”

On the other end, Director Zhang fell silent for three seconds.

“Understood. We will initiate a Level-One emergency readiness plan.”

The next morning.

A thin mist covered the river.

“RUMBLE—!!!”

The violent roar of an engine shattered the silence.

Salted Fish No. 2

Salted Fish No. 2 belched black smoke from the rear as its heavily modified diesel engine roared like a wild beast, propelling the bizarre-looking yacht out of the harbor in a wildly uncoordinated fashion.

Yu Xian sat atop the rusty tractor seat wearing a straw hat, gripping the wheel while his whole body vibrated with the engine.

“Now this is power!” he shouted to the bodyguard Ah Long beside him. “Way better than those original silent engines! Fish will hear this noise and get scared straight into my bait zone!”

Ah Long clung desperately to the railing, his face numb from the vibrations.

“M-Master! Are you sure this boat won’t fall apart?!”

“It won’t! I reinforced everything! The entire hull’s been welded with explosion-proof steel plates!”

Yu Xian sounded full of confidence.

“Even if we hit a naval mine, there’s no need to panic!”

Ah Long: “……”

Please stop mentioning naval mines. I’m traumatized already.

As the boat reached the sea entrance, the view suddenly opened wide.

Blue sea. Blue sky. Seagulls soaring overhead.

Yu Xian inhaled deeply of the salty ocean breeze.

The soul of an empty-handed fisherman burned fiercely within him.

“Stop the boat! Right here!”

He glanced at the U.S. Navy SEAL sonar fish finder he’d traded several million yuan worth of songs for.

The screen was packed with moving red dots below.

“Fish! A massive school of fish!”

Yu Xian’s hands trembled with excitement.

“I knew this sonar worked! If I still come back empty-handed this time, I’ll eat this tractor seat!”

Hook lowered.

Bait attached.

Cast launched.

“SWOOSH—!”

Poseidon’s Spear carried the unwavering faith of victory, tracing a perfect arc before splashing precisely into the densest cluster of red dots.

Three seconds later—

The rod tip suddenly plunged downward!

“HOOKED!!”