The face of Old Huang on the hosting stage looked a bit sour; the numbers on the screen seemed particularly glaring to him.
How did this kid end up taking first place?
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have given him the #001 entry.
But for the sake of saving face, he forced a smile and shouted loudly, "In this past hour, I feel like I've witnessed the rise of a bright new star in Rong City's fishing scene. Please take a brief rest, contestants, as the scores are being calculated." After saying this, he no longer wanted to host. He shoved the microphone to the other host beside him and stomped off the stage, puffing with frustration.
Han Qiwu stretched lazily, stood up, and found Grandpa Chen and their group. He waved enthusiastically in their direction.
"Great job, Han!"
"Who said earlier that the mystery guest was dead weight? Let me recall…"
"Han, remember to keep the fish later. We could even set up a stall to sell them."
