HDRDTH -Chapter 51 If I Can’t Afford to Offend Them, Can’t I Just Hide?

Yu Xian looked at the old man wrapped up like a rice dumpling and frowned slightly.

Why is there still someone fishing in a place like this? Has fishing in Jiangcheng become so competitive that even a stinky ditch isn’t spared anymore?

“Fishing is just to pass time. What luck or no luck,” Yu Xian said vaguely, pulling the brim of his Lei Feng hat lower as he turned back to stare at the water. He just wanted to keep a low profile and avoid talking to anyone.

But the old man was extremely familiar, completely ignoring boundaries. He casually placed his tackle box less than two meters away, started preparing bait with practiced movements, and leaned over mysteriously.

“Kid, stop pretending. We’re all in the same circle—who’s fooling who?” The old man chuckled and pulled something wrapped tightly in a red plastic bag from his coat.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yu Xian saw that flash of red—and immediately felt a bad premonition.

The old man carefully opened the bag.

Inside was a laminated color photo.

In the photo, a young man wearing a floral shirt and shorts stood in front of a glass aquarium set up in a CCTV studio. He held a fishing rod in one hand, while a red koi fish was frozen mid-air in an absurd trajectory.

That person… was Yu Xian himself.

Even more outrageous—after taking it out, the old man respectfully placed the photo on a flat rock by the riverbank, then took out three cigarettes, lit them, and stuck them into the ground in front of the photo like incense.

He clasped his hands together and bowed three times.

“Master Yu, please bless me. Master Yu, show your power. I don’t ask for submarines or national treasures today—just a Qing dynasty coin or a Ming porcelain bowl will do. I swear I’ll eat vegetarian for life… no, for one month, I won’t eat fish!”

Yu Xian sat on his stool, completely frozen.

His brain went blank.

He stared at the photo, then at the old man worshipping it like a deity, feeling his throat go dry. A sense of absurdity shot straight to his skull.

“Ol… old man,” Yu Xian swallowed hard, his voice trembling. “What are you doing? Fishing is fishing—why are you doing this kind of… superstition? Who is that in the photo?”

“Shh! Lower your voice!” The old man suddenly turned and glared at him. “What superstition? This is ‘scientific probability resonance’!”

He pointed at the photo, eyes burning with fanaticism.

“You don’t even recognize him? This is the living god of fishing, the nemesis of crime, the Golden Touch Saint—Master Yu!”

“You think I want to come freeze in this stinky ditch? Let me tell you, the entire fishing world in Jiangcheng—no, the entire country—is going crazy! Nobody fishes properly anymore!”

“Then what are they fishing?” Yu Xian felt like his heart was about to give out.

“Miracles!” the old man slapped his thigh excitedly. “Ever since Master Yu pulled national treasures from the forest reservoir with one rod, everyone realized it!”

“Master Yu’s metaphysical physique can break all logic. The more remote, the weirder, the more lifeless the water, the bigger the catch!”

He pointed at the dark green ditch.

“This river supposedly had a gold transport ship sunk here during the war. People used to avoid it because it stinks—but now? I came at 3 a.m. just to grab a spot!”

Yu Xian’s vision went dark.

Scientific probability resonance? Sunken gold ship?

These fishing guys’ imagination was even more insane than his as a reincarnator.

He thought he had escaped to the most deserted place possible—but instead, they had weaponized his own legend against him.

“Old man… uh… you fish slowly. I just remembered I left my gas on at home. I’ll go now.”

Yu Xian didn’t want to stay even a second longer.

This place felt more dangerous than the gate of Jinsui Bay villa district.

He just wanted to escape on his rusty tricycle.

But the moment he stood up—

Rustle rustle rustle!

From both upstream and downstream reeds, dense movement suddenly erupted.

In the next second—

Like zombies emerging from the ground, dozens of fishing enthusiasts in winter gear burst out from all directions!

Some carried giant rods several meters long. Some held powerful flashlights. Some even had metal detectors strapped to their backs.

“Damn it, Old Li! You’re playing dirty! You said this spot was mine after baiting it, and you snuck in at night!” a bald strong man roared.

“Bullshit! The river doesn’t belong to you—first come, first served!” the old man shot back immediately.

The once-dead silent ditch instantly turned into a chaotic marketplace.

Yu Xian blended into the crowd, desperately lowering his hat and trying to reduce his presence. He bent his body and slowly shuffled toward his rusty tricycle.

“Hey? Bro, your fishing rod…”

A sharp-eyed young angler suddenly noticed the cheap fiberglass rod on the ground.

He walked over, looked at it, then at Yu Xian’s worn military coat, and frowned.

“Bro, your gear is too weak. Fishing in a ‘feng shui treasure land’ like this and you bring a cheap rod? What if you actually hook a gold ingot—can you even pull it up?”

“It’s fine, I’m just casually playing…” Yu Xian didn’t dare lift his head and quickened his pace.

Just as his hand was about to grab the tricycle handle—

The young angler’s gaze casually swept across Yu Xian’s slightly open coat collar.

Inside the military coat, a washed-out hoodie sleeve was visible.

And even more fatal—

His feet.

A pair of utterly out-of-place flip-flops in the middle of winter.

Hoodie. Half-hidden shorts under the coat. Flip-flops.

The universally recognized “Master Yu signature outfit.”

The young angler froze.

He suddenly turned to look at the photo on the stone, then back at Yu Xian’s back.

“Holy… sh*t…” his eyes widened like copper bells. His voice cracked in sheer shock, echoing across the entire ditch.

“He… HE IS MASTER YU!!! THE REAL ONE!!!”

That scream exploded like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake.

Dozens of arguing anglers fell silent instantly.

Every gaze—like dozens of searchlights—locked tightly onto the man in the military coat who was still awkwardly trying to climb onto his rusty tricycle.