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Chapter 411 Live Broadcast in Progress
Chapter 411 Live Broadcast in Progress
Agent Hans was standing at the intersection of the main road, waving a small flag and skillfully directing the snowmobiles and vehicles coming and going, blowing his whistle loudly.
But today he wasn't wearing his expensive Armani suit; instead, he was wearing a bright yellow reflective vest with the word "Police" printed on it, and even had police equipment hanging around his waist.
Lin Yu'an stopped the car, rolled down the window, and teased with some surprise, "Hans? I didn't realize you had so many jobs. When did a real estate agent become a traffic cop?"
"There's nothing we can do, Mr. Lin!"
When Hans saw Lin Yu'an, he immediately gestured to his colleague next to him and then jogged over.
"In Ilulissat, everyone wears many hats. Today, with such a large event, we were short-handed, so the police department called in all of us part-time officers to help out."
He patted his police vest and proudly explained, "From Monday to Friday, I'm Hans, the house salesman. But in an emergency, I'm Officer Hans."
"You don't need to queue over there for your paperwork." Hans pointed to the long line of registration tents in the distance. "Follow me, VIPs have a fast track."
He jumped onto the footplate of Lin Yu'an's tracked vehicle, pointed out the direction, and drove the vehicle directly to a referee-only checkpoint located on the side of the competition area entrance.
"Hey, John!" Hans greeted a referee drinking coffee inside the tent. "I've brought our championship."
The referee was clearly an acquaintance; he came out with a registration form in his hand, but his eyes were full of curiosity.
"Take out the equipment and bait and check them."
Lin Yu'an opened the car door and placed the heavy Chinese fishing tackle set on the inspection table.
The referee picked up the thick Guangwei "BigGame" fishing rod, feeling its astonishing weight, and then looked at the Yikuda electric reel, which resembled a winch, and nodded.
"The equipment is fine; it's all the correct size."
The referee nodded, then pointed to the cooler box next to Lin Yu'an's feet, "Fish bait? Take it out and let me see."
Check for any prohibited live bait or chemical additives.
Lin Yu'an opened the box, and a strong smell of blood and a unique aroma of oil immediately wafted out.
There were no frozen herring chunks or squid in the box.
Instead, there were a dozen or so neatly cut pieces of meat, skin and meat still attached, glistening with oil.
The referee didn't freeze like a layman; he simply leaned closer to smell it, then raised an eyebrow. "They've really gone all out."
The referee pointed with his pen at the pile of meat and shouted loudly to the surrounding competitors in line, making sure everyone could hear: "Everyone! Look! Our sled champion isn't using ordinary bait today! He's using top-quality narwhal skin and fresh seal liver!"
"You're still using squid? People are already using Rolls-Royces for baiting!"
The surrounding contestants immediately erupted in a commotion, peeking over to look and booing and whistling.
"My God! He's feeding the fish with Mattak? That stuff sells for 400 kronor a pound in the supermarket!"
"Using seal liver? Is he trying to lure all the halibut in the entire fjord to his doorstep? That's cheating!"
Lin Yu'an just smiled and didn't care.
The referee flipped through the rulebook, then said to Lin Yu'an in a serious tone, "Mr. Lin, according to the competition rules, using bait with high pheromone commercial value, such as whale skin or seal entrails, is not against the rules, but it falls under the category of unfair advantage."
"Therefore, you will need to pay an additional ecological compensation fee, or what we commonly call a 'tycoon tax'."
The referee pointed to a donation box next to him, "Donations are voluntary, usually 1000 crowns is enough, mainly for cleaning up the trash after the game and replenishing fish fry."
This was clearly a clever idea devised by the organizers to balance the competition and generate revenue at the same time.
But Lin Yu'an didn't even blink. Instead, he took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a stack of brand-new, purplish-red thousand-yuan bills.
He pulled out ten bills with a "snap, snap, snap" sound, then folded the thick stack of money in half and stuffed it directly into the coin slot of the small donation box.
10,000 Danish kroner.
"Is that alright, Mr. Referee?" Lin Yu'an's tone was as calm as if he were asking for directions.
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An eerie silence fell over the scene.
The referee, who had initially seemed a bit difficult, now stared wide-eyed at the overflowing donation box, his mouth slightly agape.
The other contestants in line were also dumbfounded. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Ten thousand crowns? That's a third of the prize money for second place in the bobsleigh race! Just throw it all in? Are they crazy?
"Of course! Completely compliant!"
A few seconds later, the referee finally snapped out of his shock, his smile as bright as a blooming sunflower.
He picked up the red stamp, dipped it in ink, and with a snap, stamped it onto the registration form with all his might.
He handed the number plate, "A-1," to Lin Yu'an, his eyes filled with awe and boundless sympathy for the other contestants.
I sympathize with those unlucky souls who have to compete against these "pay-to-win" players.
"Have a wonderful day!"
Hans, watching this scene unfold, reverted to his shrewd agent persona: "The paperwork's done! Let's go!"
Let's go check out your fishing spot!
He led Lin Yu'an to a location far from the crowd, almost right next to a huge iceberg cliff.
"Look at this spot, Mr. Lin! It's the absolute emperor's seat!"
Hans pointed excitedly to the bottomless ice beneath his feet and said, "I used my position to snatch this fishing spot from the organizers!"
"The sonar indicates that the underwater portion of this iceberg forms a huge sea cliff, with the water depth dropping directly from 300 meters to 500 meters."
"All the deep-sea halibut swim along the edge of this cliff in search of food. This is the legendary 'Sea Monster Highway'!"
After saying that, Hans seemed to remember something and took out a Lowrance Logo from the back of the tracked vehicle.
He handed the brand-new hard-shell case to Lin Yu'an.
"Oh, right, this is for you." Hans patted the box. "This is the ActiveTarget2 that Lawrence sponsored for you." (Real-time dynamic sound)
Hans leaned closer, lowered his voice, and reported the information like a professional tournament assistant: "Lin, your main opponents are over there."
He pointed to several fishing spots in the distance that also occupied the deep water area: "Spot number 7 is where last year's champion was. He used a full set of Shimano equipment from Japan, and he was very strong."
"Position number 11 is occupied by Michael, a legendary local hunter who doesn't use any electronic devices and relies entirely on his feel for the water. He came in second place last year."
Lin Yu'an nodded, a relaxed smile appearing on his face as he watched Noah playing with snowballs with Mars.
Champion? Record?
For him now, it was just something he did on a whim.
The most important thing is to enjoy the sunshine, the icebergs, and the laughter of those around you in this moment.
Instead of rushing into the ice cave, he first set up the live streaming equipment.
Considering the extreme cold in the polar regions, he specifically bought a CAT (Caterpillar) rugged phone from a local store, which was said to be able to work normally at minus 30 degrees Celsius.
"Hey everyone. I'm Lin, and this is Ilulissat, Greenland. Today's challenge is—ice fishing."
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Lin Yu'an started a live stream on Douyin.
The moment the broadcast started, the visuals amazed everyone.
In the footage, Lin Yu-an is wearing a US military-issued ECWCS GenIII Level 7 suit.
His slightly bulky gray "marshmallow" suit made him look less like a tourist and more like a Delta Force member about to embark on a special mission.
At my feet was the majestic, bright red-headed dog "Mars," with a GoPro hanging around its neck, curiously nudging the snow with its nose.
Behind them was a giant iceberg that resembled a blue crystal mountain range, and colorful tents on the ice that looked like ants.
Hundreds of thousands of viewers flooded into the live stream instantly, and the chat exploded with comments:
[Holy crap! The streamer changed the map again?! This background! I wouldn't even dare to edit my computer wallpaper like this!]
[Anzi is so cute! She's dressed like an Eskimo bear! I love her!]
[Wait a minute—the outfit the anchor is wearing—that camouflage, that style—am I seeing things? Isn't that the US military's polar cold-weather gear?]
【No way?! Anzi joined the US military?!】
In just a few minutes, the topic #LinYuAnJoinsUSArmy# spread like wildfire on Weibo, even briefly reaching the tail end of the trending topics list.
Lin Yu'an glanced at the rapidly scrolling comments and said, "Ahem, everyone, calm down."
"First of all, I am not a member of the U.S. military. Secondly, this suit is called ECWCS Level 7, which is indeed a U.S. military-issued polar cold-weather suit."
"It's very easy to get this kind of thing abroad. It's not considered tactical equipment, and many military surplus stores sell leaked, officially issued versions. To them, it's no different from work clothes."
Military enthusiasts in the live stream immediately began to add their comments:
[The host is right! You can easily buy this on Taobao! I even have one!]
Stop with the science lesson! I'm here to fish! Let's fish! I want to see the sea monster!
After explaining the misunderstanding, Lin Yu-an pointed the camera at the ice surface.
"Alright, guys, enough chit-chat. The competition is about to begin, so now I'm going to set up today's battle base."
Unlike the other contestants, Lin Yu-an did not rush to set up a tent. Instead, he parked his tracked vehicle above the "Sea Monster Road" designated by Hans, using the vehicle body to form a natural windbreak.
"In ice fishing, the fishing spot is everything. You must first determine a suitable location for an ice hole."
He took a Swedish-made Strikemaster Lithium 40V electric ice drill from the car; the auger bit was a full 10 inches in diameter.
He walked to the optimal position marked by the sonic boom, bent his knees slightly to stabilize his lower body, gripped the handle of the ice drill tightly with both hands, and pressed the switch.
"Buzz—buzz—"
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Accompanied by the powerful high-frequency roar of the brushless motor, the sharp alloy drill bit instantly bites into the ice layer.
Ice shards sprayed out of the spiral groove like a fountain, forming a white arc in the air.
The live stream chat was instantly ignited by this visually stunning and violent scene:
Holy crap! This drill is incredible! It feels like it could drill right through the Earth!
How thick is this ice? The streamer has been trying to drill through it for ages and still hasn't reached the bottom! If you tried to shake it by hand, it'd take until next year!
[The streamer's core strength is so stable; I almost twisted myself into a pretzel last time I used it.]
A minute later, with a muffled "plop," the drill finally pierced through the 1.2-meter-thick layer of solid sea ice. A surge of molten ice mixed with dark green seawater and ice fragments rushed up.
Lin Yu-an used a giant strainer to scoop out all the broken ice from the hole. A perfect "vertical tunnel" leading to the 500-meter-deep abyss was thus opened.
Once the ice cave was in place, Lin Yu'an began building his shelter.
He and Noah dragged a huge square backpack out of the car.
"puff-
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The two grabbed the four corners of the backpack and shook it hard. In a few seconds, an orange-red tent, like a huge cube, popped open and took shape.
"This is a pop-up ice fishing tent," Lin Yu'an explained, carefully aligning the center of the tent with the ice hole he had just drilled.
"Its fabric is made of three layers of thickened heat-insulating cotton, which can withstand temperatures as low as minus forty degrees Celsius. The inner liner can block the glare from the snow outside, allowing me to see the sonar screen clearly."
He took out his power tools and screwed several specially made, threaded ice spikes into the thick ice layer with a "whoosh," securing the windproof skirt of the tent firmly.
Once the tent was set up, Noah skillfully laid out two thick reindeer hide mats inside, and set up a small portable gas heater and two comfortable folding chairs.
They even lit a small lantern in the corner to provide soft light.
In just five minutes, a warm, comfortable, and secluded "ice tent" was set up.
I know this tent; it's Otter's ProLodge, ridiculously expensive! But it's genuinely great!
[The key is the interior decor! The fireplace and ambient lighting really elevate the atmosphere!]
Wait, didn't you guys notice? A new character has appeared!
[That's right, although she was covered up very well, judging from her height, she's definitely a girl.]
The ice cave was in place, and the tent was set up. Lin Yu'an began to test his top-of-the-line "reconnaissance system," which he had gotten for free from an American sponsor.
Picking up my phone and pointing the camera at the equipment about to be launched underwater, I began today's hardcore science explanation: "This is the probe of the Lowrance ActiveTarget2; you can think of it as an underwater high-definition camera," but it doesn't use light, it uses sound waves.
He fixed the black, torpedo-like probe to a 360-degree rotating bracket and carefully placed it into the bottomless ice hole in the center of the tent.
Then, connect the probe's data cable to the 12-inch high-definition touchscreen display.
The screen lit up, and after a brief loading period, a deep blue underwater world was instantly displayed to the viewers in the live stream.
"Now, I'll demonstrate to you why this thing is called 'black technology'."
Lin Yu-an slid his finger across the touchscreen and brought up the menu.
"First, there's the traditional use of the sonic horn, called a downward sweep."
Lin Yu-an pointed the probe vertically downwards, and a static black and white image, resembling an X-ray, immediately appeared on the screen.
"See that? That thick yellow line is the seabed at a depth of 450 meters. Those spots that look like white ghosts are fish."
"But we have no idea what kind of fish they are or what they are doing."
"Now, it is time to witness a miracle."
Lin Yu-an adjusted the probe angle to shoot forward horizontally and switched to "front scan mode".
The image on the screen changed instantly.
That was no longer a static picture, but a real, dynamic black and white video!
In the scene, the cliffs of the iceberg on the seabed stand like a wall in front of you.
Lin Yu-an could even see the gullies formed on the cliff by the ocean currents.
A group of tiny fish (cod fry) the size of millet grains are gathering at the edge of the cliff, forming a "fish wall".
"Now, we're like snipers, hiding behind cover and observing everything that's happening within a few dozen meters ahead."
"But this isn't the strongest yet." Lin Yu'an swiped his finger again, switching to the top-level "reconnaissance mode."
The 135-degree sector scanning area on the screen, resembling a military radar, began to operate. Lin Yu'an slowly rotated the probe, conducting a thorough scan of the area in front of him.
"Did you see that?"
Lin Yu'an pointed to several huge, ghost-like, slowly moving white outlines that appeared in the right sector of the screen: "Those are our targets. Judging from their shape and swimming posture, they are three Atlantic halibut."
"The largest one, which may be over two meters long, is hovering at a depth of 450 meters, on the edge of the upwelling of that sea cliff, waiting for small fish to crash into it."
The chat in the live stream went completely crazy:
[Holy crap! This is cheating! This is an official cheat!]
[Fish: I was terrified! I felt like I was being spied on while I was showering, and I even predicted it in my dreams that night!]
What's the point of even comparing? Just throw the hook right in its face! The fish won't even have a chance to refuse!
[What the hell is this? What's the point? Is this supposed to be fishing? It's completely soulless!]
Lin Yu'an turned off the scanning mode, focused the image on the largest flounder, and said calmly, as if he were playing a fishing game: "Alright, reconnaissance complete. Now that the sea monster has been found, the next step is to bring it aboard."
He stared at the huge white outline on the screen but didn't cast his line immediately.
I glanced at my watch—08:50, ten minutes before the match started.
"You can't cast your line now; that's against the rules."
Lin Yu'an picked up a cup of hot coffee, leaned back in his chair, and used this last bit of preparation time to chat with the live stream camera.
"Guys, let's talk about the big guy we're going to be dealing with today—the Atlantic halibut."
Many people think that flounders are docile fish that lie on the seabed and play dead. Wrong. This guy is an apex predator.
"They are ambush masters; their white bodies allow them to blend perfectly into the sand."
"Moreover, both of its eyes are on the same side, like the periscope of a submarine, allowing it to observe its prey overhead while lying down."
"Their diet is very diverse, including cod, red snapper, octopus, and even baby seals. Their mouths can open to a terrifying angle, and they can swallow more than ten kilograms of cod in one gulp."
"Therefore, heavy weapons are necessary to deal with this kind of monster."
As he spoke, Lin Yu'an pointed the camera at the refrigerator that was emitting a strong odor.
"Like I said, finding it is only the first step; the important thing is how to lure it to open its mouth."