If you ask Zhang Yang to na a few well-known professional anglers in the dostic fishing competition circle, he could list many, but if you ask him to na a few well-known professional teams, there aren't too many.
Among these not-so-many professional teams, Wuhan Tianyuan, Zhongsheng Team, and Shandong Hua Clan are fixtures on the dostic competition scene.
Previously, when Zhang Yang and his team went out to participate in class four national level or regional competitions, they had fewer chances to run into these big shots; after all, China is vast, and there are a lot of low-level events, so it's not always certain they'll et.
But ftt is different. Although these are individual station competitions, the high stakes and substantial prizes attract the attention of major competitive teams.
To secure more qualifying spots in the year-end finals, if the main players of these teams do not advance in other station competitions, they will pursue other station matches across the country.
The rcedes van in front with "Wuhan Tianyuan" in big letters is here for the competition too.
"Damn! Big teams really are sothing else, even the way they drive is different, look at that swagger!"
Han Mocheng glanced at the parking van with so dissatisfaction and spat on the ground.
Zhang Yang waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go! It's a few dozen ters away, not like it hit us, why make a fuss?"
The team leader spoke, so Han Mocheng had to swallow his discontent, but while they didn't want trouble, it didn't an the others thought the sa.
Just then, a young angler in his mid-twenties stepped out of the driver's seat. This guy had a dark complexion, a slim build, and a cap with the Tianyuan logo cocked on his head. His gaze was sowhat defiant.
"Is your team from Famous Fishing Tackle Company? Is Zhang Yang here?" The young angler with the crooked cap asked quite arrogantly.
As the other party posed the question, Zhang Yang had already gotten a good look at his face. The other guy probably didn't recognize Zhang Yang, or maybe he did and was just pretending not to.
But Zhang Yang knew this arrogant guy. He was Huang Zheng, Deng Gang's proud disciple, known as Tianyuan's top player, nicknad Yellow Slippers!
"Haha, I'm Zhang Yang! You look a bit unfamiliar, what's your na?" Zhang Yang feigned ignorance, speaking with a forced smile.
Huang Zheng looked Zhang Yang up and down, feeling more and more like this guy didn't match the Zhang Yang in his mory. This handso young man in front of him, though the sa as the one in the livestreams, looked much younger in real life.
Huang Zheng usually prided himself as the young hotshot in the fishing scene, but compared to Zhang Yang, he totally fell short.
"What, is there sothing on my face? Or do you have so special fetish?" Zhang Yang glanced at Huang Zheng, slightly annoyed by his inappropriate scanning.
"Damn! You look way younger in real life than in videos and livestreams!" Huang Zheng couldn't help but blurt out that he recognized Zhang Yang.
"Not bad, it's just how I was born! So, you need sothing from ? If not, don't block the way, we have things to do!" Huang Zheng was impolite, so Zhang Yang decided to be a bit arrogant himself.
"I'm Huang Zheng from the Tianyuan competition team! I've heard you're quite the skilled angler, winning big awards in many competitions! I saw you guys wearing Famous Fishing Tackle's sun protection suits from afar, so I ca to say hi! Maybe we can fish together soti?" Huang Zheng suggested.
"Sure, if there's a chance!"
Zhang Yang nodded, having no desire to continue the conversation, and turned to head towards the parking area, quickly getting onto the van and driving away from Huang Zheng and the others' sight.
After Zhang Yang left, a young guy next to Huang Zheng muttered while staring at the departing vehicle, "Brother Zheng, doesn't it feel a bit deaning to greet an internet celebrity like this? Look at their style, they even seem more arrogant than us!"
Huang Zheng grinned, speaking aningfully: "Xiaoxing, this Zhang Yang isn't like those fishing internet celebrities who can't even handle a float! I've heard my teacher ntion this Zhang Yang; his skills are impressive, and he has quite unique insights on bait.
A couple of years ago, it was him who developed the little yellow noodle bait! Recently, there's been a rumor that because of a new bait infringent case, Zhang Yang's company sued a fish bait factory owner in Hebei, and the guy's already been arrested!"
Li Xiaoxing sneered: "We don't make fake bait, so why should we care? If we're capable, let's et on the competition field and see who prevails! I might not beat him, but Brother Zheng, you can definitely handle them easily!"
This flattery was sowhat clumsy, but Huang Zheng seed to enjoy it: "Alright, let's go sign in and get the morabilia!
The FTT competition isn't as simple as you think, the other team mbers have already qualified, it's just the two of us left, and there are plenty of hidden experts in Shandong, so take it easy! If you overpromise, I can't cover you!"
"Hehe! Top ten is all it takes to qualify, no big deal, if the fish are biting well, just keep them on the surface, and we'll definitely qualify!" Li Xiaoxing was brimming with unwarranted confidence.
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