There Is a Giant Thing in My Fish Pond

Li Peigang took over the reservoir in his hometown and only caught a few small, wilted crucian carp on his first day. Unexpectedly, three days later, the reservoir completely detonated the fishing world. Beautiful women use excavator buckets as fish guards to pull out carp with scales as big as manhole covers; wealthy people use yachts to spread money to build nests, vowing to catch "living torpedoes that can knock over patrol boats"; fishermen weld fish guards into iron coffins and replace fishing lines with steel cables, clamoring to confront the "ancestor of fish". The novice was dragged "drifting" by the fish, and Lao Tie welded the fishing rod to the garbage truck. The Bureau of Fisheries came to the door and angrily complained about black technology. Only Li Peigang stared at the black shadow expanding silently under the water in the surveillance camera. The next shot, will it be a burst of protection or a burst of liver?