I'm the Culinary God

"Shang Quezi, you actually dare to hire a lawyer to ask us for money, you’ve got some nerve!"

A few young guys greedily glanced at the people still fishing around the pond, grasping steel pipes in their hands, casually knocking around the yard.

Shang Weixing was originally squatting by the pond, chatting idly with some old customers while smoking, and when he saw them coming, he quickly walked over:

"There are still two years on the contract, shouldn’t you at least compensate a little?"

He did not avoid or act cowardly, but approached them with dignity to reason with them.

Old Sun saw this and packed up his fishing rod, removed the float, unwound the main line and deftly rolled it onto the reel board.

Then he put away the fishing rod, rod holder, stool and other fishing gear, and then took the fish keeper out of the water, with it full of fish inside, all frantically jumping around.

This kind of Black Pit is no challenge for veteran anglers, usually only newbies like to fish in such places, while seasoned anglers prefer the outdoors, chasing unexpected surprises.

"Wow, you’ve caught quite a lot, sir."

"About a dozen, right?"

"If you keep these at home, they’ll last you till New Year."

"..."

The surrounding anglers saw the catch and chatted jovially.

Old Sun smiled, promptly turned around with the fish keeper, and poured all the fish back into the pond.

He came here for the thrill, and now that the fishing urge is satisfied, it’s time to attend to proper business.

He packed up the fish keeper, gave it a couple of good shakes to remove the water, then put it into the fish keeper bag, and stuffed it into the corner of his fishing bag, completing the whole process quickly and efficiently.

Everyone looked on in confusion, not understanding the meaning behind the actions.

It took such effort to catch those fish, why release them?

Seeing the puzzled looks around, Old Sun laughed and explained:

"My wife hates fishing, so I was just here for the thrill today. Now that the urge is gone, I should head home."

Having said that, he slung on his fishing bag and strode towards Shang Weixing’s direction.

As he walked, he mentally rehearsed the order in which he’d act shortly.

First, kick over the green-haired punk on the far left, grab the steel pipe from him, then take a step sideways and deliver an elbow strike to the earring guy in the middle.

Then a high side kick to the neck of the young guy on the right.

Once these three are down, the remaining two will probably run without needing further action.

After sitting all day, these few punks turned up, giving a good reason to stretch out. However, got to be careful when taking action shortly.

Especially when elbowing the middle guy’s stomach, avoid the spleen to prevent accidental fatalities.

As he was contemplating, the lead young guy’s phone suddenly rang. He took it out, and upon seeing the caller ID, he dropped his domineering attitude towards Shang Weixing, putting on a smile:

"Hello, Sixth Master, my brother-in-law’s at home... After ten tonight, I’ll drive to the main road at the village entrance to pick him up... Don’t worry, it’s absolutely safe, your friends can have fun..."

The young man, who had been shoving Shang Weixing, spat some threats, then left with the steel pipe.

Old Sun watched their retreating figures, muttering to himself:

"Picking up people at the village head, have fun... Is there an underground casino?"

He decided to return for further investigation sometime, after all, he had nothing better to do. If he could bust a den before the New Year, he’d at least save dozens of families ruined by gambling, right?

During the Spring Festival, when young people return home for the holidays, a little drinking, and some coaxing can lead to gambling involvement.

Each year, the police catch a significant number of people involved in gambling, and most of these individuals are led astray by friends, coupled with the thrill of quickly earning thousands or tens of thousands, they become deeply mired in it.

The most harmful aspect of gambling is not just losing money but destroying a person’s values.

Winning tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, in minutes at the gambling table; after such thrills, few can settle back into regular work peacefully.

Because after working oneself to exhaustion for a month, you earn less than a single win at the gambling table.

In such cases, the winners want to keep winning, while the losers don’t give up easily, finding ways to continue gambling through loans, internet loans, credit cards, selling off assets, etc.

They not only destroy themselves but ruin entire families.

Old Sun has been with the police for many years and has seen too many families ruined by gambling, splitting up wives and families falling apart.

Some even sell children or wives just to keep gambling.

In recent years, the internet often talks about "gamblers not deserving sympathy," a sentiment Old Sun finds very accurate, they can’t be talked into going back.

So if someone around you is addicted to gambling, the best choice is to report them to the police, while drawing a clear line, never offering even an ounce of sympathy.

"Where did your fish go, old buddy? Why aren’t you fishing anymore?"

Shang Weixing looked at Old Sun coming over, with a puzzled expression. He remembered this old chap caught more than a dozen fish, how come there wasn’t a single one now?

"I like fishing, but not eating fish, so I released them... I fished for seven hours, plus a bucket of instant noodles, one scallion oil pancake baked by your wife and two bottles of mineral water, how much in total?"

He didn’t reveal his identity, given that an underground casino might be involved, it’s best to be cautious.

He planned to check if Ren Xiaozai had time off these next few days, if so, he’d bring him along to share some gambling busting tips.

Since meeting Ren Jie last time, Old Sun specifically looked into this handsome young man’s background.