HDRDTH -Chapter 76 A Middle-Aged Man Visiting Late at Night

“First, I refuse to catch fish and come up empty. Second, don’t tell me how to do things.”

Shredded paper fluttered across the floor.

The cold smile on Zhou Kai’s face froze instantly.

“Yu Xian, don’t push your luck.”

Zhou Kai straightened up and stepped back half a pace. The five black-clad bodyguards behind him immediately moved forward, sealing off the counter.

Wang Dafu stood firmly in front of Yu Xian.

Old Liu silently tightened his grip on the rusty pair of scissors in his hand.

Yu Xian, however, remained lazily seated on a plastic stool. He pulled out a tissue, wiped his fingers clean, and looked up at Zhou Kai.

“Star Emperor Entertainment can’t even pay salaries anymore, can it?”

Zhou Kai’s expression changed abruptly.

Yu Xian didn’t stop. His tone remained calm, his words clear.

“Your boss, Lin Jianguo, lost over two hundred million in a VIP room in Macau last month. He used the company’s marketing funds to plug the hole.”

“If the shareholders find out, he’ll be sent to prison to ‘learn sewing’.”

“As for you, Zhou Kai—”

Yu Xian leaned slightly forward, locking eyes with him.

“Last October, in Room 302 of a hotel in Hengdian, what you did… there’s still a recording in that girl’s brother’s hands. And you even had the nerve to recite the Diamond Sutra to her.”

“Earlier this year, you used talent recruitment as a cover and embezzled fifteen million in fake accounting.”

“Guess what happens if I call Lin Jianguo right now? Does he protect you first… or kill you first?”

The entire fishing tackle shop fell into dead silence.

The hand holding Zhou Kai’s cigar stiffened completely. Ash fell onto his leather shoe. He was breathing heavily, cold sweat forming densely on his forehead.

Every single one of those secrets was a matter of life and death—unknown even to Star Emperor’s core leadership. How could a man running a fishing shop in Jiangcheng possibly know all this?

“You… who the hell are you?” Zhou Kai’s voice turned dry, all confidence gone.

“I’m just a fisherman.”

Yu Xian leaned back into his chair.

“I’m in a good mood today. I don’t want bloodshed.”

“Take your people and get out of Jiangcheng. If I see you again, Star Emperor Entertainment will have a new owner tomorrow.”

The five bodyguards exchanged looks, none daring to move. They all turned to Zhou Kai.

At that moment, Zhou Kai’s phone in his pocket began vibrating violently.

He hurriedly answered.

“Zhou Kai! What the hell did you do in Jiangcheng?!”

On the other end came Lin Jianguo’s hysterical roar. It was so loud that everyone in the shop could hear it clearly.

“The company is under investigation! All accounts are frozen! Get back here immediately and face the probe! Take all your filthy mess with you and die!”

Beep—beep—beep.

The call ended.

Zhou Kai’s legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor. His gaze toward Yu Xian was now filled with extreme terror.

This wasn’t coincidence.

This was a trap—set casually by the man in front of him.

“Go… hurry, go…”

Zhou Kai scrambled up, shoved aside his bodyguards, and fled the fishing shop without looking back. He jumped into an Alpha business van.

Two vehicles sped away, vanishing down the street like they were escaping death.

Wang Dafu wiped the sweat from his forehead and slumped against the counter, exhausted.

“Dad… did you just take down Star Emperor Entertainment?”

“You think I’ve got that kind of free time?”

Yu Xian curled his lip. He had merely used memories from his past life to spook Zhou Kai.

As for Lin Jianguo suddenly being investigated, it was likely just the military cleaning up trash after yesterday’s dealings. After all, Yu Xian was now a key focus of a classified project—how could there not be plainclothes monitoring nearby?

“Old Liu, give me the rod.”

Yu Xian turned to the still-dazed old man.

Old Liu snapped back to attention and hurriedly handed over the matte-black carbon fishing rod.

Yu Xian took it.

It was extremely light, the balance slightly rearward. He flicked the rod tip—the feedback was crisp and clean, with no unnecessary vibration.

Top-grade T1100 carbon fiber, paired with handcrafted line work. This long-distance casting rod was practically a work of art.

“No decline in skill,” Yu Xian nodded in satisfaction. “Dafu, pay him. Add five thousand as craftsmanship fee.”

The two left the shop with the new rod and got into a Mercedes G-Class.

The car started and headed toward the Jinyuwan villa.

Half an hour later.

The Mercedes stopped in the villa courtyard. Yu Xian stepped out holding a hard tube containing the fishing rod.

Inside the living room, Wang Fei was sitting on the sofa reading a music magazine. Su Wanyi was cooking in the kitchen, and Su Xi was doing homework at the coffee table.

Seeing Yu Xian return, Wang Fei immediately stood up.

“Mr. Yu, I’ve already arranged for the equipment. A temporary recording studio will be ready by tomorrow at the latest.”

She walked over, suppressing her urgency.

“For the opening song, I want something revolutionary. My previous songs are too soft—they can’t carry a stage like the Bird’s Nest.”

Yu Xian placed the rod case by the door and changed into anti-slip slippers.

“Paper and pen.”

He held out his hand.

Wang Fei froze for a moment, then quickly pulled out a leather notebook and a fountain pen, handing them over.

Yu Xian sat down at the dining table, uncapped the pen, and without hesitation began writing.

No pause. No revisions.

Sheet music, lyrics, chord markings—all completed in one fluid motion.

Ten minutes later.

He closed the notebook and casually tossed it into Wang Fei’s arms.

“Take a look.”

He drank a large sip of cold water.

Wang Fei opened the notebook skeptically.

She had been in the industry for ten years and worked with countless top producers. A song usually took at least half a month of refinement. Something written in ten minutes—could it even be listenable?

Her eyes landed on the title.

“Straight to the Point.”

Lyrics & Music: Yu Xian.

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

No long intro. No unnecessary buildup. It launched directly into the climax—bold, sharp, and brutally unrestrained, like tearing everything apart.

“That moon is just a moon, not frost on the ground…”

She unconsciously hummed along.

Her voice gradually rose.

A powerful, soul-piercing tension spread through the living room.

It was a rock style she had never attempted before—wild, raw, with no retreat. Once performed at the Bird’s Nest, it would ignite a crowd of a hundred thousand.

Wang Fei’s hands trembled uncontrollably.

She looked up at Yu Xian, eyes filled with shock and reverence.

“This… this is for me?”

“Who else? Wang Dafu?”

Yu Xian rolled his eyes.

Wang Dafu: “…..”

“Take it and practice. I want a perfect demo in three days. If you can’t deliver, you’re out.”

Wang Fei nodded hard, clutching the notebook as she rushed toward the guest room—she didn’t even bother with lunch.

Su Wanyi walked out of the kitchen holding two dishes, looking confused at her rushing figure.

“小 Yu, what did you show her?”

“Just a few random lines.”

Yu Xian pulled out a chair, ready to eat.

At that moment—

Knock knock knock—knock knock knock—

Urgent knocking pierced through the heavy-metal music playing inside.

Wang Dafu, holding a suede cloth and carefully polishing the 28,000-yuan T1100 rod, straightened up in annoyance.

“Who the hell is it this late? Even the provincial bureau people don’t get off work?”

He muttered while walking to the door. “Do they not know how to press a doorbell?”

The door opened.

Cold wind mixed with rain rushed in.

Standing outside was not Chu Feng, nor Elder Li.

It was a middle-aged man in his fifties.

He wore an outdated green rubber raincoat, and worn-out army boots covered in yellow mud. Rainwater streamed down his deeply weathered face.

Standing in front of the expensive copper door, he looked as cramped as a frightened bird, both hands tightly clutching the hem of his raincoat.

“Who are you looking for?” Wang Dafu froze.

In this high-end villa area, even stray dogs couldn’t get in—how did this man pass security?

The middle-aged man’s lips trembled violently. His eyes passed over Wang Dafu’s broad shoulders and locked onto Yu Xian sitting on the sofa.

A burning, almost fanatical light burst from his eyes.

Thud!

He dropped straight to his knees on the cold marble steps.