Come on, Let’s Take Him Down!

[No System] [Plot-Driven] By a riverside, someone asks Lin Xi: “Is there any future in becoming an old fishing hand at thirty?” “There is!” Lin Xi says earnestly, “I started fishing at thirty, won the national championship at thirty-one, became the Fishing King at thirty-two, and beat every angler in the world at thirty-three.” “Okay, okay, there's a limit to how much you can brag! Aren't you just an old guy who fishes in wild rivers every day?” Lin Xi points at the man's gear. “I designed your fishing rod, mixed your bait, and improved your fishing additives... The only thing I didn't make is you!” “Yeah, all you do is fish in wild rivers. You're too scared to even try a pay-to-fish pond!” Lin Xi replies, “The fishing fee at my pond is 8,800 yuan a session. Want to give it a try? I'll give you a discount, twenty percent off.” “Twenty percent off... I'll pass.” Lin Xi scoffs. “Young people these days have no guts.” He can't help remembering what his master, Old Huang, once said: “For anglers, life and death are just fate. If you don't accept a challenge, fight back. Whether it's a pay-to-fish pond or a reservoir, a beauty or a foreigner, there's only one thing to say: Let's go fish them!”