Super Zoo

After Suming acquired Shuijun Lake, he indeed had plans to raise fish there. Such a large lake couldn't be left unused, and other than aquaculture, there weren't any other viable projects.

Every profession has its own expertise, and Suming was an amateur in fish farming. He didn't understand anything about fry, feed, feeding, disease prevention, sales, etc.

Besides engaging in biological research, Suming was a novice in all other matters. Many college graduates find themselves in a similar plight after graduation; their field of study doesn't align with their actual job.

But there's still that old saying, ignorance isn't scary, lack of dedication is. Paths in life must be carved by oneself; providence won't arrange everything for you to simply grasp. Life is a process of continuous learning and progress.

A portion of the eastern side of Huating Reservoir was contracted out to a fishing company, dedicated to fish farming. Rumor had it that their business was extremely profitable, bringing in tens of millions in revenue each year. Suming contemplated seeking advice and learning from their experience.

The fish farming business in the reservoir was quite extensive, almost monopolizing the freshwater fish market in half of Yangchuan. It was not on the same scale as the modest Shuijun Lake, and there were no fundamental conflicts between the two.

Early in the morning, he bought two Chinese sturgeons and two bottles of Wuliangye. He also prepared some barbecue equipment to put in his car and headed towards the Nangong Family.

...

At the entrance of Guanghua Residential Area, Nangong Yan was dressed in a loose tracksuit, her hair tied into a short ponytail, making her look neat and tidy.

However, at that moment, she was furiously yelling into her phone.

"Don't you have any sense of time? Even driving, you're an hour late; I'm done with you!"

Suming was wronged. He had never driven before and was unfamiliar with the road conditions; who knew that the city would be congested early in the morning.

"Hurry up, you're driving me crazy!"

"Okay, I see you now. I'll just make a U-turn and be right there," he said.

Nangong Yan had just hung up the phone when a brand-new BMW 320 zipped from the roadside, its body swaying slightly as it stopped in front of her.

Nangong Yan was startled; hadn't he said he was coming in a Jeep Wrangler?

The BMW's window slowly rolled down, revealing a handsome face. It was then that Nangong Yan realized it wasn't Suming inside, but Huang Fei, the host of another program at the television station.

Huang Fei had joined the TV station a few years before Nangong Yan. With a good family background and an attractive appearance, he had made a name for himself on TV as one of the more famous hosts in Yangchuan City.

As Huang Fei was her senior in the industry, Nangong Yan was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the BMW. Still, she managed a polite smile and asked, "Hello, Brother Huang, what brings you here?"

Huang Fei shrugged his shoulders, rested his arm on the car window, and trying to look suave, flicked his hair, "I happen to be free today, care to join me for lunch?"

Entering the workforce inevitably involves necessary social interactions. The key is to hold on to one's sense of judgment. Nangong Yan also came from a decent family, and although she didn't fear Huang Fei, there wasn't any need to offend him without cause. However, she had already agreed to meet with Suming and could only apologize with a smile, saying, "I'm really sorry, I have made plans with a friend."

"Oh... is that so..."

Although Huang Fei's face still wore a smile, he then casually broached a seemingly unrelated topic, "We've had some newcomers in your program recently. You've been off-screen for a while now; should I mention something to your director? Just to be sure these newcomers don't take your place."

Nangong Yan listened to his words, and the smile on her face disappeared in an instant, her complexion turning somber as she spoke with a stern face, "Huang Fei, whether or not I can be on camera has nothing to do with you, and you can't decide my future. If there's nothing else, you can leave."

After she finished speaking, she no longer looked at Huang Fei, turning her gaze elsewhere.

Huang Fei felt a bit awkward, his face changing slightly as he forced a chuckle, just about to say something to lighten the mood.

Suddenly, an outrageously styled off-road vehicle barreled from a distance, sticking close as it zoomed past the BMW, and with a swoosh, it stopped with precision in front of the BMW.

The petite 320 behind the Wrangler was like a dainty little lady next to a brawny, muscular man – not a hint of presence to speak of. Even in terms of lineage, the BMW was completely dominated by the imported Jeep.

Huang Fei was so frightened he nearly wet himself, his face turning ashen. When the Wrangler had zoomed past the BMW so closely, the slightest miscalculation could have ended with the off-road beast rolling right over the top of the BMW.

Staring at the off-road vehicle ahead for a good while, he finally roared, "Damn it, how the hell do you drive..."

The door of the Wrangler opened, and Suming poked half his body out from the driver's seat, looked back at Huang Fei, and asked, "What's up?"

Huang Fei, who was quite scared, stammered a bit. Suming shook his head, puzzled, and muttered, "Crazy." Then, turning to the stunned Nangong Yan at the side, he snapped his fingers, "Get in the car!"

"Oh... oh, okay..." Still in a daze, Nangong Yan climbed into the backseat of the Wrangler.

Suming stepped on the gas, and the Wrangler belched a puff of smoke, roaring off, leaving Huang Fei dazed in his car.

After Nangong Yan got in the car, she looked at Suming, who was focused on driving, and suddenly laughed, saying, "You're pretty fired up today, driving this off-road vehicle, even you've become fierce. What did they do to you?"

Suming turned slightly, casually pulled out the seatbelt from the passenger side for Nangong Yan, then sat back upright and said, "I just wanted to teach him not to park randomly, otherwise he might end up getting crushed by an off-road vehicle."

"Oh? I thought you were jealous," Nangong Yan said, twirling a lock of her hair.

"What's there to be jealous of without dumplings?"

Suming laughed as well, "Seriously though, that guy didn't really have any dishonorable intentions toward you, did he?"

Nangong Yan snorted with a pout, muttering, "Cut it out, is that so strange? I'm so pretty that aside from you, it seems a lot of men have dishonorable intentions towards me."

"If I'm getting in the way of something good for you, should I take you back?" Suming teased, pretending to test the waters.

Suddenly, Nangong Yan leaned in, squinted her phoenix eyes, and scrutinized Suming for a good while before saying out of the blue, "I've always been curious if you're gay?"

"I do actually know a gay person," Suming suddenly thought of Luo Ben from the auction house.

"Cut it out, I suspect you're the gay one!"

Nangong Yan sat back in her seat, "As for that guy, I don't think much of him at all, just a playboy."

Suming didn't need to worry about Nangong Yan; her dad was the leader of the criminal police brigade of the city's Public Security Bureau. It was all right for men to pursue Nangong Yan normally, but if anyone dared to harbour ulterior motives, her dad would surely swallow them whole.

He reached behind the seat to pull out a large plastic bucket, deliberately changing the subject, "I brought this for you, remember to take it home after we get back."