The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish

Fang Hao also didn't know what they were being secretive about.

They got into the desert vehicle and followed them to an unknown place.

Through the car window, they noticed they seemed to be heading out of the city.

"Brother Mo, are we going to..."

Fang Hao still asked.

"Just wait and see, you'll be able to enjoy the most authentic local food from our island."

But desert kept the mystery going.

This made Fang Hao and Xiao Pang even more curious. They wondered where they were going to eat that boasted the most authentic food.

The vehicle left the city and traveled a long way.

As it grew dark, the vision became worse, and the outside scenery was less visible.

Otherwise, they could have enjoyed the view along the way.

Now they could only wait for the final destination.

The vehicle drove for about an hour or so and finally arrived at a village, stopping at the entrance.

Once Fang Hao got out of the vehicle, he saw the grand setup outside the village.

Oh my...

There were a bunch of villagers standing at the village entrance along with people holding gongs and suonas.

This left Fang Hao stunned.

What's all this for?

Standing next to the villagers, a team member wearing a floral shirt, Ah Liu Tong, waved as soon as he saw Fang Hao and the others arrive.

Instantly, the sound of suonas filled the air, accompanied by some drum beats.

"..."

What's going on?

Is this some kind of send-off?

It somehow felt a bit off.

Do I have a feeling of walking into a trap? Can I still walk away now?

Fang Hao's expression froze.

But he noticed someone filming not too far away, which left him slightly puzzled about what was happening.

On the other hand, Xiao Pang was very curious about it all, as it was his first time seeing such a scene.

"Brother Hao, the villagers here are so welcoming."

"Hehe..."

They are very welcoming; almost sent me off.

Fang Hao could only respond with a dry laugh.

Now, desert also walked to the front and shouted loudly, "Folks, let's welcome our esteemed guests from afar."

"Where's the applause?"

Only then did a few sparse claps come out.

Desert glanced at the team member next to the villagers, the one in the floral shirt, who caught the look and immediately clapped vigorously, also nudging a young man next to him.

Only then did the applause intensify.

Desert was pleased with this effect, "The folks here are indeed very warm-hearted."

It feels a bit like a gangster group...

Folks, if you're being coerced, just blink.

Fang Hao, realizing the odd feeling earlier on, finally understood what was going on.

If he hadn't known desert's real identity, Fang Hao would have turned around and left without a second thought.

What's this all about for a show?

Fang Hao was not quite sure.

What he didn't know was that this was actually a new script that desert and his team had been working on for several days before finally settling on.

Sort of a transformation.

Then using Fang Hao's popularity, they hoped to boost viewership.

From another angle, it was a way to promote the island.

They were also filming short videos before, but couldn't quite capture the audience's interest and didn't have high followings.

The choice of the village for the first script was also because desert was originally from this village.

He planned to use his own village as a test case.

To see the final effect.

And there they were, starting to film.

Fang Hao quietly watched their performance.

"Let's go, let's enter the village."

"This time, to welcome your arrival, the locals are very enthusiastic in offering their food, including chicken, duck, and various seafood."

"Of course, we are principled people; we won't take things from the locals without compensation."

Desert seemed worried Fang Hao might misunderstand, so he specifically explained this.

But indeed, the environment here and the villagers' enthusiasm were truly unique.

Fang Hao found the village more interesting than the city.

In the city, almost every city felt the same.

But if you want to experience the local customs, the local cuisine...coming to the village is the easiest way to taste it.

"Let's go, we are preparing a welcoming dinner for today."

This is definitely the most authentic cuisine of the island.

And really, Fang Hao was starting to look forward to it.

That's the local specialty.

His stomach was rumbling quietly.

The village was brightly lit, with street lights on, making the roads visible clearly.

This place also preserved the best of the local features.

Really nice.

No wonder desert and his team had invited him to come to the island for exchange and interaction; they probably wanted to leverage his popularity to promote the Island Province.

This made Fang Hao understand the key point.

As they walked into the village, desert leaned in and whispered to Fang Hao, "Brother, don't think too much, this is all scripted, just following the script."

"Understood."

Fang Hao gestured.

Soon, desert led Fang Hao and the others to the banquet site.

There were five tables set up.

Specialized chefs from the village were cooking.

The scene was just like a village feast, well, a rural banquet.

The welcoming ceremony was different.

So much better than eating in a hotel.