This thing has given Wei Song a deeper understanding of bait conditions. After traveling far and wide for competitions, handling slippery target fish and mixed breeds, his performance has significantly improved, frequently winning various awards. His current points are enough for a Third-level Master’s ranking, only waiting for the end-of-year certification to become a genuine master.
Early the next day, just as the sky was getting light, Zhang Yang got up early and woke up the team members. They quickly finished breakfast and headed to the Sun Bay competition fishing site.
Having experienced the passion and competitive atmosphere of local fishermen during practice yesterday, Zhang Yang and his team set off extra early today. At 5:45, their vehicle arrived at the entrance of Sun Bay. As expected, arriving a bit earlier meant there were significantly fewer people.
Zhang Yang found a parking spot in an inconspicuous corner and parked the car, then opened the cooler with ice and live shrimp.
The high-priced large live shrimp, supported by the ice, were still quite active.
To ensure absolute freshness of the shrimp meat, Zhang Yang and his team went to extremes. Even though they could have prepped the shrimp meat the night before, Zhang Yang insisted on preparing it fresh at the competition site. The rightful source is novel⚑fire.net
Zhang Yang checked to make sure the shrimp were fine, then called out, "Don’t just stand around, get to work, peel the shrimp!"
The team members, knowing the dominance of the shrimp bait in combat, didn’t mind the hassle. Usually, they wouldn’t even enter the kitchen at home, but now they were inside the van, near the wall, busily peeling shrimp, creating an extraordinary scene.
Logically speaking, hiding in this corner, they shouldn’t attract much attention.
But before the shrimp were even finished, Zhang Yang heard someone calling from outside the van.
"Zhang Yang? You guys came to Wah City to fish?"
Zhang Yang, who was keeping watch instead of working, heard someone calling his name, looked outside, and met eyes with Wei Song.
"Wow, it really is you! Seeing the license plate from W City and your van, I thought I might be mistaken! Coming to Wah City for a competition, and you didn’t even contact me beforehand!"
After confirming it was Zhang Yang, Wei Song’s tone became much warmer. He stretched out his arms to give Zhang Yang a hug.
"Ah, Brother Wei, hello, hello! It’s too hot for a hug!" Zhang Yang grinned, grabbing the other’s arm for a symbolic handshake instead.
"Long time no see, you’re still as dashing as ever, brother! Since you’re on my turf, lunch and dinner are on me! Let me show you some hospitality!
You don’t know, that Jelly Powder you gave me last time really helped me out a lot. Almost all the key competitions I chased at the end of last year were won because of it!
My current ranking is in the top twenty, and barring any special circumstances, the year-end certification as a Third-level Master is pretty much guaranteed!"
Normally calm and stable, Wei Song got a bit carried away upon seeing Zhang Yang, talking passionately like a chatty old lady.
"It’s just a little trick, not worth mentioning! Winning is mostly due to solid skills!" Zhang Yang grinned and was genuinely happy to hear about Wei Song’s achieving the Third-level Master rank.
"What are you guys doing hiding behind the van?"
After some small talk, Wei Song pointed at the people peeling shrimp behind the van and asked curiously.
Zhang Yang grinned and said, "Just working on some secret weapons, I’ll give you some to try later when it’s ready!"