"Zhang Yang... damn! Damn!"
The anglers on both sides felt familiar with that na when they heard it, but couldn't quite place it imdiately. After a pause of less than two seconds, they suddenly slapped their foreheads and started exclaiming in excitent.
Zhang Yang grinned, "No need to get so worked up! I'm not so big celebrity. No need to be so excited, right?"
"Who says you're not a big celebrity! In the fishing circle, you're definitely considered a celebrity level! I thought you looked familiar! Finally seeing you in person!
I started watching your fishing videos on your public account years ago!
But in the last year or two, you seem to appear less often! It's mostly Wang Yan and his team filming. The content is still exciting, but it's the sa stuff over and over, getting a bit boring!"
"True, the video updates on the public account are mainly done by Yan and his team.
I broadcast more frequently on Kuaishou, about three to four tis a week, sotis fishing at the base or the fishing spots, or more often just chatting indoors with fellow anglers! It's quite laid-back."
"Oh, so that's how it is! I'll check out your account later!"
"Sounds good!" Zhang Yang nodded with a smile.
The conversation between this angler and Zhang Yang seed quite ordinary, just like with the other anglers before, recognizing Zhang Yang and having a brief chat.
However, in Zhang Yang's ears, he picked up on a problem that he considered very significant.
The angler ntioned that although Wang Yan and his team's videos are exciting, they are sowhat repetitive.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Yang is unlikely to hear such critical feedback, so hearing it now, he took it seriously.
The "Black Pit Jianghu" series was sothing Zhang Yang copied from Gao Feishi's team's flagship program in his previous life. It was one of Zhang Yang's core businesses that helped him rise. It was precisely the traffic from the public account that gave Zhang Yang his initial base of fans and allowed him to gradually grow stronger.
The series is now in its third season, and all the tricks and fish scenarios they could think of have been fild. The audience's feedback about it being repetitive is valid, and it's ti to co up with new ideas.
As Zhang Yang was contemplating this issue while organizing his fishing gear, a referee with an electronic scale and a staff mber walked up to him.
The fish weighing started from both ends, one by one, and since Zhang Yang was sitting at the edge, he was the first to be weighed.
"Hey! You got lucky this round, getting the edge spot!" The staff mber responsible for weighing recognized Zhang Yang and nodded politely in greeting.
"Hehe, who doesn't enjoy a dumpling feast during the holidays! Got lucky this round, snagging the edge spot, and enjoyed a great catch!" Zhang Yang replied with a chuckle.
"Co on, lift up your fish basket! Let's weigh and record the results!"
Zhang Yang nodded, "Okay, but I might need so help lifting it! Can you give a hand?"
"How much did you catch? You need help? Don't tease !" The young man thought Zhang Yang was joking when he ntioned needing help.
Zhang Yang shook his head, "For real! Why would I joke on such a serious part as weighing fish! Plenty of fish on the edge, didn't stop biting the whole ti!"
"Alright then, I'll give you a hand!"
The young man ca over, and Zhang Yang packed away his fishing box and competition rod rack, handing the young man half of the fish basket opening.
The two of them got a firm grip on the bottom of the fish basket's lining and lifted it together, exerting quite a bit of effort to finally get the fish basket out of the water.
A fish basket with a 40 cm diater, Zhang Yang had caught a full level – estimating at least a hundred pounds.
Honestly, at this point, the disadvantage of a competition fish basket beca apparent.
With so many fish, if it were a black pit line with heavy adhesive, Zhang Yang could have easily lifted it alone, securing the basket firmly.
However, the competition fish basket, with its tal fra at each section, provided support to the net but also impeded overall lifting force.
Although the fish basket was a well-made genuine brand, lifting out a hundred pounds of fish had slightly deford the tal fra.
"Wow, you caught so much! Is this a slow-mix pond? You're amazing!"
Seeing the entire basket of fish, the young man responsible for weighing was completely astonished.
Under the regular fish conditions of this pond, catching thirty to forty pounds in an hour was already considered an excellent result.
In the previous round of weighing, even the edge spot only yielded less than fifty pounds, which was already easily outperforming others and securing one point for the group.
Now, Zhang Yang had a full basket, and without weighing, it was evident that he'd easily secured the point for this round.
"Got lucky! Better weigh them quickly; too many fish, and they'll die if pressed for too long!" Zhang Yang urged again.
"Alright! Hold the basket steady!"
The young man skillfully lifted the fish basket opening, then grasped the rear handle and poured the fish into the weighing basket.
The weighing basket was over six pounds and almost 70% full. The two of them lifted it together and placed it on the electronic scale.
109.3 pounds!
Over a hundred, nearly reaching 110 with skin included! Achieving such results in a slow-mix pond, while not daring to claim future greatness, it undoubtedly sets a precedent.
"Amazing, amazing, amazing! Even in a live-mix competition, I've never seen anyone break a hundred! You're the first!"
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