It was nearly dark.
Under the setting sun, the river shimmered with rippling light. More than a dozen anglers stood lined up along the dock.
My master was the only one making a spectacle of himself.
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he directed a small dump truck loaded with corn kernels to keep dumping them by the riverbank. "Dump it, dump it, keep dumping..."
"Alright, alright, unload it here!"
The moment my master finished speaking, the truck bed began to rise.
Then came the rustling roar of corn. Vast quantities of kernels poured into the river, splashing water everywhere.
Seeing this, someone nearby immediately shouted, "Corpse Head Song, what are you doing?"
"Corpse Head Song, are you even going to let us fish? What's with all that commotion?"
"Song Decai, why are you dumping so much corn into the river?"
"..."
With a cigarette in his mouth, my master immediately got annoyed. "What the hell are you yapping about? Can't you see I'm baiting a fishing spot?"
"What? Baiting a spot?"
"You brought an entire dump truck of corn to bait a spot?"
"..."
All the anglers were dumbfounded.
They had seen people bait fishing spots, but never anyone who hauled over a whole dump truck of grain to do it.
They would sooner believe he was starting an aquaculture business.
My master looked smug. After all, he had money to burn—lots of it. "What? Never seen it before?
"If you don't lay down a heavy bait bed, how are you supposed to catch big fish? Do you people even know how to fish?
"A bunch of fishermen who always come home empty-handed.
"Let me make this clear first: this fishing spot is mine from now on. None of you better try to take it!"
"..."
I stood