As Baby Kun made its exit, the grand opening performance officially came to an end.
However, for the tourists, the exploration of Dolphin Island had only just begun, with countless scenic spots awaiting their discovery.
Before long, the first batch of 5,000 tourists disembarked and dispersed to various areas of the island.
Some tourists chose to visit different locations for photos, while others headed to the island's homestays to settle in and immediately enjoy the island resort experience.
Meanwhile, Yang Lin, who had just hosted the opening ceremony, had already shed his suit for a casual beach ensemble. He lounged beneath a sunshade on the sand, taking a sip of fresh coconut water.
"Ah! This is the life!"
Taking a deep breath of the sea-scented air, he felt as if nothing else mattered.
Unknowingly, he drifted into a deep sleep.
When he next opened his eyes, the sun was directly overhead.
Just as he was about to check the time, a wave of intense hunger washed over him.
He then remembered that he hadn't had breakfast that morning due to the rush.
Just then, a little girl in a swimsuit walked by, holding a grilled sausage.
Already ravenous, the aroma of the sausage made his stomach rumble.
"Little sister, no, child, where did you buy that grilled sausage?"
The little girl, who had been diligently gnawing on her sausage, instinctively glanced at Yang Lin upon hearing his question.
"Hmph! Such a cliché opening, foolish adult!"
With that, the girl turned away with a disdainful expression.
"What the heck? What are these kids watching these days?"
He chuckled, somewhat speechless, and then turned his gaze towards the island's residential area.
Although Dolphin Island was a project under Xihong Zoo, Yang Lin was not directly in charge of its management and therefore didn't know where the dining area was.
After a brief scan, he began walking towards the most crowded area.
Soon, a row of island shops appeared before him.
Cold drinks, souvenirs, daily necessities, children's toys – basically, everything one would expect to find at a typical tourist attraction was available here.
There were also many places to eat, with several stalls selling seafood alone.
Yang Lin casually approached a stir-fried noodle stall, intending to order a portion.
However, the owner's response left him somewhat exasperated.
"You're too late. We're out of plain stir-fried noodles. They'll be delivered in the afternoon. We only have seafood stir-fried noodles right now."
"Hmm? You're out of plain stir-fried noodles, but you have seafood ones?"
"Yes, no plain stir-fried noodles, but we have seafood ones."
"Then I'll have a plate of plain stir-fried noodles."
"We only have seafood stir-fried noodles."
"I don't want seafood!"
"Then we don't have it!"
...
Looking at the stall owner, who didn't seem to be trying to rip him off but rather appeared a bit eccentric, Yang Lin felt like slapping himself.
He didn't consider slapping the owner because the latter was over two meters tall and had a constant smile on his face.
As he was locked in this stalemate with the owner, a few young tourists who were drinking coconut water happened to walk by.
With a single glance, they recognized Yang Lin.
"Hey, it's Director Yang. What's he doing?"
"Looks like he's trying to buy stir-fried noodles, but they seem to be sold out."
"Does Director Yang have to eat himself?"
"But there are still seafood stir-fried noodles. Why doesn't Director Yang order them? They're only a few yuan more than plain ones, and still very cheap compared to other attractions."
"We've always heard Director Yang is stingy, but I didn't expect him to be this stingy."
"Maybe he's allergic to seafood."
As the young people's discussion grew louder, more curious tourists began to gather around.
The topic of conversation gradually shifted.
"What? Director Yang is trying to get plain stir-fried noodles without paying?"
"It's his own establishment, why would he pay?"
"Director Yang doesn't even eat his own seafood noodles. Does that mean there's something wrong with the seafood here?"
"Otherwise, why wouldn't he eat it?"
"You really are impossible to get through to."
...
Listening to the surrounding tourists' chatter, Yang Lin was at a loss for words.
He just wanted a plate of stir-fried noodles; how did it turn into this?
"They're saying there's something wrong with Dolphin Island's seafood. No, I can't stand for this."
Even though he knew most of the tourists were joking, his stubbornness kicked in.
He turned to the stir-fried noodle stall owner and said:
"Brother, can you add any kind of seafood to your stir-fried noodles?"
Hearing Yang Lin's question, the stall owner patted his chest and said:
"Of course. Seafood is our specialty. Anything I have can be added, and at the lowest price."
"Can you add something you don't have?"
Yang Lin asked again.
"Something we don't have? You're not going to bring your own seafood, are you?"
With a hint of confusion, the stir-fried noodle brother cast his gaze back at Yang Lin.
The next second, Yang Lin took off his floral shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles.
"Brother, just stay here. I'll go get some seafood for you and have you add it to the noodles."
"I'm determined to have this seafood stir-fried noodle today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Lin strode towards the coast.
Seeing this, the tourists who had been watching were bewildered.
"What is Director Yang planning to do?"
"Maybe he's going to collect kelp."
"Is kelp considered seafood?"
"Why not? Kelp prices in Japan have gone up tenfold."
"Is Director Yang planning to dive in? There are sharks all around here."
Before the crowd could finish speaking, Yang Lin, who had already reached the sea, leaped into the rolling waves without any equipment.
He disappeared into the surf in a few strokes, leaving everyone stunned.
"Holy cow, Director Yang is serious!"
"He's really going to hunt for crabs at the bottom of the sea."
"Don't worry, Director Yang is a good swimmer. Didn't he dress up as a mermaid at the aquarium before?"
"I bet he'll bring back a few small crabs this time."
...
As the crowd watched, time ticked by.
One minute passed, no movement on the sea.
Two minutes passed, still no movement.
Five minutes passed, and the tourists began to get anxious.
Eight minutes passed, and the coastal rescue team arrived.
Ten minutes passed, and the doctors from the island's medical station arrived.
Fifteen minutes passed, and someone was already preparing to call the Port City Funeral Home.
Just when everyone thought Yang Lin had perished, a large bubble suddenly emerged near a reef.
The next second, a lobster, more than half a meter long, was lifted out of the sea by a pair of large hands.