The one-hour competition continued until the end under Zhang Yang’s ultra-fast serial catch state. Zhang Yang fished with such exuberance and felt incredibly refreshed.
"Phew!" After the whistle signaled the end of the competition, Zhang Yang put down his fishing rod and casually stretched his neck.
"Not bad, you actually managed to pull off float fishing this round!"
At this moment, a voice from behind, which was vaguely familiar despite its strangeness, could be heard.
Zhang Yang turned around to see that it was the tall referee, Chen Guangzu, who had checked his bait earlier in the morning.
Zhang Yang didn’t have a good impression of this guy, so his response was rather cold when the other party greeted him.
After glancing at the other person, Zhang Yang gave a slight nod without engaging further.
"How many did you catch this round? Your rate must have exceeded 200, right?" The other party continued to inquire when Zhang Yang didn’t say anything.
Zhang Yang said expressionlessly, "I can’t say for sure. We’ll know once we count them! Aren’t you assisting with the catch evaluation?"
"The task of counting and recording the catch is executed by the regional referees. I’m not responsible for that! Young man, you’re quite good at fishing, who is your mentor?"
"No mentor, just like fishing for fun!" Zhang Yang casually responded.
"Oh, that’s quite rare! To pull off float fishing in the first pit at Sun Bay, and in the third session this morning, it’s the first time I’ve seen it!"
Throughout the conversation, the other party showed great curiosity about Zhang Yang, asking about his mentorship and discussing the catch. However, Zhang Yang only provided polite responses, mostly evading the questions.
Seeing that Zhang Yang had no intention for deeper conversation, Chen Guangzu left with his hands behind his back.
Soon, the staff arrived behind Zhang Yang for the catch count. After the count, the final tally for the third session of target fish was 219 fish.
With a speed close to 220, such a performance may not be overly aggressive, but in the competitive slippery fish pool, it definitely ranked at the top, without doubt. Zhang Yang undeniably took the lead for the third session with ease.
When the record of Zhang Yang’s performance was sent to the temporary office outside for summary, Chen Guangzu quickly took a photo and sent it on WeChat.
On the other end, Qian Wenjun’s phone beeped with a WeChat notification. Upon seeing the message, Qian Wenjun’s expression turned peculiar.
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After cracking the secret of using shrimp meat as bait, Qian Wenjun and his group also bought shrimp from the supermarket, crushed it to make bait, which significantly improved the fish bite rate, but Qian Wenjun only caught 161 fish in this round from the northwest corner, quite a gap from Zhang Yang.
With a total of four competitions, Zhang Yang had been performing terrifyingly well in the first three. If the final round maintained this competitive state, then their bet would be completely lost!
"Brother Wei, Zhang Yang fished entirely in float mode this round, catching 219 fish! Damn it, did this guy take stimulants or something, he’s too fierce!" Getting the news, Qian Wenjun frowned with mixed emotions.
Xiao Wei, hearing the score, also frowned: "To achieve such a score in a slippery fish pit is indeed very exaggerated!
Now is not the time for amazement, if this continues, we won’t stand a chance in the fish-grabbing game!"
"So... what do you think we should do?" Qian Wenjun scratched his head, at a loss.
Xiao Wei pondered for a few seconds, then whispered to Qian Wenjun: "Go find Old Chen, have him figure something out with the seating in the final round! Just like how we sabotaged Meng Fan before, take care of Zhang Yang in the last round the same way!"
"You mean..." At this, Qian Wenjun was taken aback, with a conspicuous element of unexpectedness in his eyes.
"That’s right! Exactly as you’re thinking! All the record-keeping is managed by Old Chen’s own people, as long as nobody deliberately watches, there won’t be a problem!
In the last round, shouldn’t there still be four or five from our side fishing mixed species?
Plus, there are another four or five from the team playing with Xiao Northeast, and a few more from Ma Xiaofei’s side, so the probability should be quite high!
They’re all acquaintances, they’d surely agree to handle a few out-of-towners!
Have Old Chen set it up, and if you can swap places to sit next to Zhang Yang, directly ruin his performance in the final round, then the fish-grabbing will surely be a win! You go to Old Chen, I’ll handle Xiao Northeast!"
"Alright!" Qian Wenjun gritted his teeth and agreed.
Soon, both sides started quietly reaching out via their phones, and the dark side of competitive fishing once again loomed over Zhang Yang.
At this point, some people might still be confused, so here’s a simple explanation.
The first three rounds had already been completed, so in the final round, the draw was only for seat numbers without zone numbers.
This presented a problem, as the referees holding the list of competitors and their previous scores already knew who would participate in the fourth round.
In this situation, Qian Wenjun and his group secretly approached familiar friends fishing mixed species in the same competition pool, and had the referee tamper with the draw number records.
Through a series of maneuvers, as long as anyone from Qian Wenjun’s side sat in any position drawn next to Zhang Yang, Qian Wenjun himself could swap seats to sit beside Zhang Yang under the referee’s cover and ruin his final round performance.