Chapter 871: Chapter 583: Do You Guys Use Kuaishou?
Upon hearing the opponent mention the rod again, Zhang Yang merely glanced at Da Bing without saying a word, then turned back to cast his line.
Want to keep the rod? With that petty, cynical demeanor when he spoke just now, impossible, absolutely impossible!
Just wait and see if I break your rod! Serves you right for being an arrogant lackey.
Although Zhang Yang kept reminding himself it wasn’t worth arguing with such a low-life, he was a hot-blooded man after all, and was still somewhat affected emotionally.
According to Zhang Yang’s initial plan, he would use the method of frequent casting to put a small basin of bait mixed with medicine into the spot, roughly gathering the fish.
This process should take about one and a half to two hours.
An hour has already passed now, and at most, half an hour to one hour remains before the harvest season arrives.
Affected by Da Bing’s sarcasm, Zhang Yang changed his mind temporarily; he didn’t want to use such a long setup to win the fishing contest.
So, with a bit of emotion, Zhang Yang got off the platform, brought the remaining half-box of bait from the food box into the bait basin, and then poured out a portion of dry powdered bait.
He added a proper amount of water, then proceeded to mix the bait normally. After a while, Zhang Yang obtained a batch of bait with at least half of the drug concentration diluted.
"Xiaowei, YOYO, would you like to switch to new bait, or keep casting for a while?" After preparing the bait, Zhang Yang looked up and asked his female companions.
The two girls knew Zhang Yang’s general tactical plan; after hearing his inquiry, Xiaowei hesitated slightly and shook her head towards Zhang Yang.
YOYO, on the other hand, was different. Da Bing’s rude words earlier had angered her, and she was now feeling very similar to Zhang Yang, both wanting to restore their lost face promptly and defeat the wealthy heir and his lackey next to them.
"Give me a set! Let Xiaowei continue to manage the spot, I want to start working ahead!" YOYO responded.
"Alright!"
Zhang Yang nodded, divided half of the adjusted bait to YOYO, then whispered a few pointers to her before both returned to their fishing positions.
After completing the bait preparation, Zhang Yang immediately adjusted his fishing method.
As for the intricacies of fishing the edge of the spot, Zhang Yang had already concluded such experiences shortly after starting in the morning. Now with the drug concentration reduced, the goal was to quickly catch fish and retaliate.
Indeed, Zhang Yang soon cast a walnut-sized bait ball with moderate force, sat upright with his rod in his right hand, and line in his left, gently casting the line assembly.
In the breezy large water surface environment of the reservoir, casting easily at seven-point-two meters still requires skill. Xu Cheng, secretly observing Zhang Yang all along, happened to witness this and couldn’t help but mutter internally.
This guy, wrapped tightly with a face cloth, sun-protective clothing, and fishing hat, seems to have decent fishing skills from the casting aspect, so why hasn’t he caught any fish?
If Xu Cheng had watched Zhang Yang’s previous fishing videos or live streams, this doubt would be resolved immediately, but at this moment, Xu is still immersed in the flattering brothers and temporarily leading atmosphere, unaware of the kind of opponent he was facing.
The scene shifted back to Zhang Yang, who, after adjusting the drug concentration, cast his first rod to roughly one and a half meters outside the edge of the fishing spot.
Bait with powerful medicine would make fish circle the spot; Zhang Yang had confidence in this. However, as for the size of this circle, he wasn’t certain, so he had to try probing fishing.
One and a half meters of radius was slightly short, Zhang Yang found no effective action after trying one cast, and shifted the distance to about two meters.
Fishing away from the central position towards about two meters on the right side, seemed in Da Bing’s view, that the opponent was visibly avoiding his boss’s fishing spot, so Da Bing felt at ease.
The opponent was avoiding his boss’s spot, which equivalent to admitting defeat in a way, increasing the odds of winning significantly.
Da Bing didn’t speak but lightly tugged at Xu Cheng’s shirt hem, gesturing with his eyes for his boss to take note.
Xu Cheng nodded to his underling without speaking, proceeded to lift the rod, change bait, and cast it out.
As Xu Cheng’s fishing assembly hit the water, yet to get into position properly, there was a swift sound, and next door, Zhang Yang smoothly completed the action of lifting the rod and hooking a fish. The seven-meter-two rod bent directly into a big bow, and the fish immediately pulled out of Zhang Yang’s fishing spot upon capture.
"Damn! Got lucky there, catching a fish after switching spots; it must be a small fish!" Da Bing glanced over but continued foul-mouthed muttering.
Zhang Yang completely ignored Da Bing’s chatter, calmly holding the rod controlling the fish, exhausting the fish’s strength after several rounds, then brought it to the surface.
Once out of the water, the fish wasn’t bad in size, not the fry that was caught at the beginning of the morning; Zhang Yang estimated it to be around seven or eight pounds.
Facing Da Bing and Xu Cheng’s gaze, Zhang Yang swept disdainfully over the two, deftly picked up the fish with a landing net, brought it to the shore, unhooked it, and swiftly tossed it into the fish hold.
After completing the whole unhooking and storing fish process, Zhang Yang re-baited and cast the line assembly into the water again, concluding the set of actions with his right index finger pointed skyward, making a gesture resembling a lightning rod, saying nothing at all.
