In the reinforced concrete jungle, neon lights drowned out the stars and the moon, but they couldn't stop You Xiaohai from swinging his pole.
He is an inconspicuous programmer in the office building. He can type tens of millions of lines of code with his fingertips, but he prefers holding a mottled fishing rod. After the get off work bell rings, his suit is replaced by a quick-drying suit, and his briefcase is stuffed into a folding net. The sewage river next to the CBD, the abandoned pond in the demolition area, and even the landscape lake in the wealthy community have become his secret battlefield.
No one knows that this young man who always squats under the bridge can judge the migration of fish based on water patterns, use mineral water bottles to create precise floats, and catch catfish weighing three kilograms during urban management patrols. While the upstarts were spending big bucks on VIP cards for fishing spots, You Xiaohai was using bread crumbs to catch rare military fish in the moat, and the fish's gills were still hung with rust stains from factory discharges ten years ago.
In an accident, he fished an encrypted hard drive from an artificial lake in the city center park, which contained shocking shady information about a listed company. From then on, the fishing rod became a double-edged sword, which not only allowed him to find a moment of peace in the cracks of the city, but also drew him into the whirlpool of capital games. When professional fishermen came to challenge with imported equipment, and when developers wanted to fill in the wild fishing spots he had guarded for many years, You Xiaohai realized that a true fishing master never catches fish, but defends his own rivers and lakes in the hustle and bustle.
His shadow was reflected on the water, sometimes broken by ripples, sometimes overlapping with starlight. This is a story about survival and love, about how an ordinary person uses a fishing line to fish out his own sky in the steel forest.
