Even though there was no mistake, the location was pretty good, but when fishing, people kept catching fish continuously while I had to stop early. It felt just like the situation when I participated in the friendship fishing tournament at Meng Village last time.
The feeling of having done everything I should have but being powerless over the result, made Old Ma very upset.
This Zhang Yang is toxic!
The fishing was a complete mess for Ma Yuhua, who wasn't in the mood to talk tough anymore; he silently packed up his fishing rod and planned to sell his catch and leave.
Zhang Yang, who was focused on fishing, noticed Ma Yuhua next to him washing the bait basin, turned his head, and asked, "Master Ma, you're packing up so early? How about playing for a while longer?"
Old Ma's hand shivered as he washed the bait basin. Feeling extremely displeased yet helpless, he said, "Not fishing anymore, got something to do!"
After saying he had things to do, Ma Yuhua, who had been a dominant force in W City's fishing circles for many years, seemed to have aged ten years.
Having witnessed Zhang Yang's Flying Copy technique firsthand, Old Ma had to admit that the opponent was indeed very skilled.
This new method greatly saves time in retrieving fish. To avoid disadvantages next time, the only solution is to practice this method too. For the first time through Zhang Yang, Old Ma felt pressured by skill-level suppression.
"Got something to do, huh? Take it easy on the road then, let's play together again when there's a chance!" Zhang Yang called out ceremoniously.
Old Ma paused, didn't say anything, and walked away with his fishing box. He hadn't returned even when Zhang Yang packed up, as his apprentice helped sell the catch.
Although Old Ma was forced to stop, today's fish situation was still a bit worse than the previous game at spot number one on the big edge.
Zhang Yang had already done all he could, but by nine thirty, the position at three point six meters inevitably stopped biting.
With no fish nearby, Zhang Yang resorted to his old tricks, switching to a five-point-four-meter fishing rod with a finer 0.8 to 0.4 line setup, and began fishing the area in front of the fishing spot again.
Fished from the three-point-nine landmark to four-point-five, then five-point-four, his steady hand technique once again amazed the four-man fake-busting group watching!
Busy until around ten thirty, he netted roughly thirty fish. Casting an empty rod farther no longer had any movement, ending today's battle.
As Zhang Yang just laid down his fishing rod and planned to stretch, four or five hands with cigarettes reached out beside him.
Zhang Yang was startled again by the group behind him at some point.
"Smoke mine!"
"Smoke mine! I'm Old Zhao's friend!"
"Master Zhang Yang, smoke mine, Huazi take one!"
Zhang Yang glanced back, hurriedly thanking them.
"Thank you, thank you everyone, I'll smoke White General instead, not used to other cigarettes!" Zhang Yang took a White General offered by a familiar fishing friend, held the lighter, and exhaled a smoke ring.
At this moment, Old Wu also joined in.
"Dude, your fishing skills are awesome! Who's your master? Can I have the honor of meeting you?"
Old Wu's cleverness lay in not directly inviting like Chen Xueqiang, offering a simple face-to-face meeting instead, which Zhang Yang, having some emotional intelligence, wouldn't easily refuse.
Moreover, the first sentence praised the other's fishing skills. The art of adult conversation was vividly reflected in Old Wu.
"Hello, hello, I'm Zhang Yang! I run a fishing tackle shop! No master, self-taught!" Zhang Yang shook hands with Old Wu, responding naturally.
"My surname is Wu, full name Wu Tianming! We drove over from Feng City! Just to see you fishing firsthand! Didn't come in vain today, learned a lot!"
"Feng City? That Land Cruiser with Feng City license plate at the entrance is your car?"
Hearing Feng City, Zhang Yang became interested, initially thinking they were fishing pals chasing big spots, not expecting them to come for him.
"Yes, it's ours! We came in four just to verify a black pit post by Chen Xiaodao on the forum! It takes more than a few words, why not find a place for a formal meeting?"
"Which forum? What post?" Hearing this, Zhang Yang became more confused.
"Kid's got no mom, a long story to tell, we came hundreds of kilometers, show us face, will ya?"
Then, Chen Xueqiang interjected to explain: "I posted your Extreme Fish photo in the forum from the previous session, Old Wu is the forum moderator, was here to bust some myths! Now he's impressed!"
Wu Tianming: "To be honest, I also run a fishing tackle shop, an avid fishing enthusiast!
I've never seen a Flying Copy big carp technique like yours, it's terrific!
We brought our equipment along, why not find a spot to grab a bite and do a simple interview? Let those forum country bumpkins see what a fishing master is!
Truth be told, we gathered at three-thirty this morning and haven't had breakfast yet!"
"Let's do this, you've reached our W City, making you pay for the treat wouldn't be proper, lunch is on me, let's grab a simple meal!" Seeing Old Wu was sincere, Zhang Yang agreed.
"Okay, just a casual meal then, it's a deal!" Wu Tianming decided without hesitation.
With over an hour until lunchtime, Zhang Yang called Old Liu to sell the fish.
This time's catch wasn't as exaggerated as last time, but it still weighed over two hundred and ten pounds after scaling, Old Zhao and Wang Jun had also packed and sold their fish, noticing Zhang Yang was hosting new friends from another city, they all drove back to the shop together.
Lunch was at the usual dog meat restaurant, but with more people today, they moved from the small table to a private room for ten.