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 tournant at ng Village last ti.
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 ss 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 extrely displeased yet helpless, he said, "Not fishing anymore, got sothing 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, seed 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 thod greatly saves ti in retrieving fish. To avoid disadvantages next ti, the only solution is to practice this thod too. For the first ti through Zhang Yang, Old Ma felt pressured by skill-level suppression.
"Got sothing 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 ga 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 ters inevitably stopped biting.
With no fish nearby, Zhang Yang resorted to his old tricks, switching to a five-point-four-ter 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 movent, 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 so 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 mont, Old Wu also joined in.
"Dude, your fishing skills are aweso! Who's your master? Can I have the honor of eting you?"
Old Wu's cleverness lay in not directly inviting like Chen Xueqiang, offering a simple face-to-face eting instead, which Zhang Yang, having so 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 surna is Wu, full na Wu Tianming! We drove over from Feng City! Just to see you fishing firsthand! Didn't co 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 beca interested, initially thinking they were fishing pals chasing big spots, not expecting them to co for him.
"Yes, it's ours! We ca 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 eting?"
"Which forum? What post?" Hearing this, Zhang Yang beca more confused.
"Kid's got no mom, a long story to tell, we ca hundreds of kiloters, show us face, will ya?"
Then, Chen Xueqiang interjected to explain: "I posted your Extre Fish photo in the forum from the previous session, Old Wu is the forum moderator, was here to bust so 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 equipnt 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 , let's grab a simple al!" Seeing Old Wu was sincere, Zhang Yang agreed.
"Okay, just a casual al then, it's a deal!" Wu Tianming decided without hesitation.
With over an hour until lunchti, Zhang Yang called Old Liu to sell the fish.
This ti's catch wasn't as exaggerated as last ti, 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 at restaurant, but with more people today, they moved from the small table to a private room for ten.
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