The old man's eyes widened, and he watched Zhou Yu hold the sharp bamboo pole at the front end in his hand, pull up his trouser legs, and stand in the cold river water.

"Young man, are you going to fish directly? The river is too cold, so you might as well come up. ”

Zhou Yu took a breath intently, the pupils of his eyes suddenly contracted, and in the clear river water, the swimming of fish, the floating of aquatic plants, and the swinging of ripples became extremely slow.

The bamboo pole in his right hand fell like lightning, stabbing three times in a row in a second.

Time returned to normal, the old man rubbed his eyes, and saw that Zhou Yu seemed to move, but he didn't seem to move, and when he opened his eyes again, his mouth grew bigger and bigger, because on the bamboo pole in the hand of the young man in front of him, there were three fat fish that kept writhing and struggling.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to have this unique skill!"

The old man was stunned for more than ten seconds before he spoke.

Zhou Yu lifted the bamboo pole and glanced at it, one eel, two perch.

"Old man, do you want to try it?"

"Taste? Is it here? ”

Zhou Yu nodded, fell the three fish from the bamboo pole, took out a knife and began to scrape the fish scales, remove the internal organs, the action was skillful and neat, and the three fish were cleaned up in a short time.

Zhou Yu found a relatively flat stone, arranged the fish, cut it into almost transparent fillets with a knife, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hmm~ It's so delicious, do you want to taste a piece of it?"

"Young man, are you going to eat it raw? I still have matches here, why don't we raise a fire and cook it? ”

Zhou Yu smashed his mouth and nodded: "It's okay, old man, you are old, and eating raw is not good for the stomach, then I will order a fire for us to grill fish~"

When Zhou Wei was in college, he used to cook by himself, grilling fish, cutting sashimi, etc.

Using the surrounding reeds and dead branches, he started a small fire and skewered the fish on bamboo skewers, making a rattling of the fish.

"It's a pity that there is no seasoning at hand, but the fish meat can only be eaten without any processing, so the old man can taste it."

Zhou Yu handed one of the fish meat with the skin roasted until it was browned to the old man, who took it and tore a piece of fish meat in small bites while blowing with his mouth.

"Hmm~ It's delicious, to be honest, it's the first time I've eaten fish like this."

Zhou Yu cut off a piece of fish meat with a knife and put it in his mouth to chew, looked at the river and said: "Now is not a good time for fishing, wait until September or October every year, there should be large groups of salmon, king frogs, and silver salmon going upstream, sashimi made of salmon slices, with sauce, it is definitely a rare delicacy~!" ”

The old man listened to Zhou Yu's introduction, and asked vaguely: "Are you talking about the things that people in the cherry blossom country often eat?" Is it called sushi or what? ”

"That's right, old man, do you know about sushi? Hehe~"

With this barbecued fish, Zhou Yu has a lot closer to this old man who is a fishing friend.

After a while, the two of them ate all the three fish, and only one fish bone remained.

Zhou Yu glanced at his pocket watch and said, "It's not early, old man, it's easy to get sick if you always sit by the river and blow the wind, why don't we see you another day?" ”

"Hehe~ Okay, young man, thank you for the grilled fish, let's see you another day."

Zhou Yu smiled freely, looked at the fishing rod that had been sharpened into bamboo sticks by him, and whispered to himself: "I have to say sorry to the fortune teller when I go back now, the fishing rod has become a bamboo stick...... However, if you cut it a little thinner, you can use it to skewer the meat. ”

Looking at Zhou Yu who was leaving while muttering quietly, the smile on the old man's face gradually disappeared.

He stood up and slapped his back with his hand, looked at the empty river and said, "I'm ready to go back, I'm getting old, I'm tired of fishing for a while, and my time is getting closer and closer~"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, two men quietly walked out of the reeds in the distance.

Both of them are oriental faces, wearing black silk Tang costumes, cloth shoes, and half-top hats.

Their outfit can be described as a combination of Chinese and Western, which looks a little nondescript, but this does not affect the sharp eagle-like eyes of the two, as well as the kind of fierce momentum that no one can approach.

But these two men, who were not good at first glance, were unusually respectful in front of the old man, and lowered their heads, and helped him to leave the river and walk south.

"Look up the young man I was fishing with and see what his purpose was in approaching me."

"Yes."

The old man explained, and was helped by his subordinates to sit in a carriage with black paint, retro and elegant appearance, and exquisite materials.

The carriage was covered with a thick carpet and the seats were wrapped in velvet mattresses, and across from him sat a Chinese woman with black hair coiled up and wrapped in a thick red cloak.

Seeing the old man enter the carriage, the woman picked up another thick velvet and wrapped it around the former.

"Master, it's too cold outside, don't go out for so long next time, your body is important."

The old man snorted, a little unconvinced, and said: "I have this hobby left, and I have lived long enough, old enough, if I can't do whatever I want, then what's the point of living?" It's better to die. ”

"Master, don't say such frustrating words, your protégés are alive to have a good life, you are alive to have someone who can suppress them, you are alive so that the gangs outside don't dare to fight our Chinatown idea, and every move at your level involves the nerves of a group of people. The talk between Liao Baihua and my uncle in Yonglian News Agency collapsed, it seems that he has seen the opportunity of this election, and you have to kill his sharpness. ”

The old man laughed, wrapped himself tighter, and leaned his eyes against the wall of the carriage slightly, looking like he was going to take a nap.

"People are old, they don't have so much energy, grandpa has to leave that day sooner or later, you young generation can do whatever you like, Chinatown is just one acre and three points of land, and it will be safe to completely mess it up after that."

"Master~ What did you say? You have contributed to the development of Chinatown to today's scale, and you are really willing to be ruined by those juniors who don't know the depths? ”

"There are talents in the country, brother, the property left to you by your grandfather is enough for you to live this life, and you have a very good life, don't get involved in Chinatown, find a good family to marry as soon as possible, and don't always follow Su Ya's gang."

"Master~~~ What about you, are you talking about Liao Baihua, why did you suddenly turn on me? Ah Di just wants to follow the master and serve the master, so he doesn't want to get married. ”

"Hehe~ Don't get married? Are you in your twenties this year? is about to become an old girl, and when the time comes, she can't marry if she wants to, and she can't cry without tears. ”

The old man leaned back and waved his hand, "I can't control it, I can't manage it...... Let me sleep for a while......"

In the end, the old man fell asleep like a dream.

Seeing this, the woman sighed lightly, and sat down beside the old man to hold him up, so as not to be shaken over by the bumpy carriage.

And sitting in this carriage is none other than Li Xiling, one of the founders of New York's Chinatown, the president of the Chinese Federation, the founder of An Liangtang, and the god---father of all Chinese.