HDRDTH -Chapter 50 The Golden Touch Saint, Miracle of Wild Consumption

“What happened? Is the sky falling?” Yu Xian didn’t even lift his eyelids as he kept chewing grapes.

“No, it’s not the sky—it’s the gate that’s about to collapse!” Wang Dafu wiped the sweat off his forehead and pointed toward the entrance. “Old Lin from Hongxing is here! He brought his wife and kid, plus more than a dozen senior factory hands. He’s holding a share transfer agreement, saying he wants to gift you 50% of Hongxing’s shares for free! He’s kneeling outside the gate, saying he won’t get up unless you see him!”

Yu Xian’s chewing stopped.

He frowned. In his previous life, when he dominated the business world, the thing he hated most was this kind of kneeling drama at every turn.

He helped Hongxing purely because he couldn’t stand the arrogance of international brands and casually decided to support a domestic struggling company. Fifty percent of the shares? Now that he had money, he could just buy a few stocks about to skyrocket. Why would he want shares in a shoe factory? Wasn’t his life already complicated enough?

“Tell him to get lost,” Yu Xian said impatiently, waving his hand. “Tell him I don’t want the shares. Tell him to focus on making shoes properly and stop doing all this meaningless nonsense. If he keeps kneeling, I’ll have the property management release the dogs.”

“Dad, are you really refusing? That’s a cash cow about to take off!” Wang Dafu said, heart aching as if he was losing money himself.

“If you want it, take it yourself. Don’t bother me,” Yu Xian said, rolling over and covering his ears with a pillow.

As soon as Wang Dafu heard that, his eyes lit up like two thousand-watt bulbs.

Without another word, he turned and ran outside.

If Yu Xian didn’t want it, then Shameless Fish Films would take it!

With this connection, their company would be untouchable in the business world!

Half an hour later, the commotion outside finally calmed down.

Wang Dafu returned happily holding the signed share transfer agreement—but his expression quickly collapsed again.

“Dad… Old Lin is gone, but the trouble has just begun,” he said bitterly, leaning toward the sofa.

“What now?” Yu Xian suddenly sat up, a murderous look in his eyes.

“Your title of ‘Golden Touch Saint’ has completely spread across the business world,” Wang Dafu swallowed. “Everyone is saying Master Yu doesn’t just catch submarines and criminals—he has heaven-defying business insight too. Just casually advising a bankrupt company, and it becomes a market leader in three days.”

Wang Dafu pointed out the window.

Yu Xian stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling the curtains open.

And then he saw it.

Good grief.

The entire tree-lined avenue of the Jinsui Bay villa district was packed with luxury cars. Rolls-Royces, Maybachs, Bentleys—it looked like a top-tier auto show.

Countless wealthy CEOs in tailored suits were standing outside holding checkbooks, business plans, and even banners that read “Please enlighten Master Yu,” all blocked tightly by security guards at the gate.

“Are these people insane?” Yu Xian sucked in a breath.

In his second life, his greatest dream was to be a carefree fisherman living a lazy, peaceful life.

But now? Not only had he become a “criminal nemesis,” a “submarine netter,” a “science promoter,” a “star of justice,” and a “genius songwriter,” he had somehow also become a “business godfather”?!

At this rate, he wouldn’t even be able to go out to buy vegetables without bodyguards. Forget fishing altogether!

“This life is unbearable!” Yu Xian paced around the living room in frustration.

He turned to Su Wanyi. “Honey, stay home with Xixi these days and don’t go anywhere. Dafu, lock the security gate tight—don’t let even a fly in!”

“Little Yu, where are you going?” Su Wanyi asked worriedly.

“If I can’t fight them, I’ll hide!” Yu Xian gritted his teeth. “I need to go fishing to calm down. Jiangcheng is huge—I refuse to believe I can’t find a quiet ditch somewhere!”

And he acted immediately.

He rushed into the bedroom, rummaged through boxes until he found an old military coat he hadn’t worn in years, then a thick ear-flap hat, and finally a large black mask.

In this outfit, even Su Wanyi standing in front of him probably wouldn’t recognize him.

He didn’t take his flashy titanium alloy lure rod, but instead grabbed the cheapest fiberglass rod from storage.

To avoid the crowd of crazy fans and businessmen at the front gate, Yu Xian even climbed over the two-meter-high backyard wall and slipped out of Jinsui Bay.

He grabbed a shared bicycle from the roadside and rode for ten minutes before deciding it still wasn’t low-key enough.

So he stopped at a scrap recycling station and rented a rusty tricycle for fifty yuan.

Creak—creak—creak…

Riding the broken tricycle against the cold winter wind of Jiangcheng, Yu Xian sped toward the outskirts.

His destination was the most remote northern suburb.

There was a nearly abandoned wild canal there called the “Stinky Ditch.”

It was said that due to pollution from an upstream chemical plant years ago, all the fish had long died.

Usually not even a ghost could be seen there—absolutely the perfect sanctuary for a salty fisherman to escape society.

After more than an hour of riding, Yu Xian finally arrived.

The riverbanks were covered in withered reeds, and the water was a strange dark green, faintly emitting a fishy stench.

Everything was silent and desolate enough to make one uneasy.

“Perfect,” Yu Xian nodded in satisfaction.

This place was so remote that even dogs wouldn’t come, let alone business tycoons. He could finally fish in peace—even if it meant going completely empty-handed.

He parked the tricycle in the reeds, set up a small stool, baited his hook with dough, and casually cast his line.

“Haa…” He exhaled deeply, watching the motionless float, feeling a rare sense of calm.

No submarines. No national treasures. No crazy fans. Just him and this lifeless river.

But that peace lasted less than ten minutes.

Rustle… rustle…

A faint sound suddenly came from behind the reeds.

Yu Xian turned around cautiously.

A bundled-up old man in a thick cotton jacket, also wearing a mask and hat, sneaked out of the reeds.

He was holding a fishing rod and carrying an old tackle box.

The two locked eyes. An awkward silence filled the air.

“Oh, young man, early today, huh?” the old man broke the silence first, walking closer and lowering his voice. “Here to try your luck too?”