Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 407
The game was still going on, and two hours passed before we knew it.

The chief referee yelled loudly on the loudspeaker: "Attention all fishermen, there is still one minute before the end of the game.

Because there are too many participants in this competition, in order to reduce the possible risk of cheating, everyone is not allowed to leave the fishing position after hearing the whistle at the end of the competition, and wait for the staff of each group to count the results. Those who fail to win this match will be disqualified!

Once again, after the whistle sounds and the game is over, everyone is not allowed to leave the fishing position and wait for the staff of each group to count the results. Those who do not get permission from the referee to leave the fishing position without reason will cancel the result of the game! ! "

The countdown to the rod closing of the field control loudspeaker made the fishing friends who were still struggling in the fishing position raise their heads subconsciously. The game ended at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and most of them hadn’t eaten yet.

Zhang Yang didn't raise his head. To be precise, he didn't even hear the sound from the field control loudspeaker. The game was about to end, but there were still schools of fish in the nest in front of him, as if there were inexhaustible catches. of.

"Baoding Xiaohuangbai Cup Black Pit Grand Prix, the first round, countdown, 54321! The game is over!"

The sharp whistle sounded throughout the huge black pit arena. The whistle was an order. After Zhang Yang heard the familiar voice, he put down his fishing rod and slowly raised his head.

From 07:30 in the morning, he stayed on the fishing box until [-] o'clock in the afternoon. From the beginning to the end, Zhang Yang didn't lift his butt except for drinking a few bottles of mineral water when he was thirsty.

Most of the time, Zhang Yang was completely immersed in the highly focused game state and did not feel tired at all.

But after the breath in the chest was relieved, it was another matter. Arms, lower back, neck, shoulders, all the body muscles used in the previous six hours of high-intensity fishing, all felt sore. up.

When he put down the fishing rod, he didn't notice any abnormality, but when he turned sideways to pick up the remaining half bottle of mineral water at his feet, he found that he was a little bit out of strength.The water bottle was not held firmly, and it came out of his hand.

"Boss, are you okay?" Xiao Zhang, the assistant behind him, saw that Zhang Yang's movements were a little stiff, and asked with concern.

Zhang Yang stretched his sore arm for a few seconds: "It's nothing serious, the game was too hard, and I lost my strength, just take it easy!"

As soon as the words were finished, Zhang Yang picked up the water bottle sideways again. Before his waist straightened up, he suddenly felt a sharp twitch in his calf, and a huge pain came without warning.

"Damn it!! My tendons are twisted!" Zhang Yang uttered a sweet sentence, and grabbed his ankle.

Most people should have had the experience of calf cramps, the pain is very sour.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of calf tendons occurs because of calcium deficiency due to growth in adolescence, or muscle fatigue caused by a lot of exercise in adulthood.

Obviously, Zhang Yang is the latter.

Xiao Zhang moved behind Zhang Yang with concern, and the Lord, at this moment, was holding his ankle with both hands. After a few seconds of stalemate, his expression finally eased.

"Are you all right? Are you having cramps?" When the assistant asked, he noticed the area around Zhang Yang's neck and spine behind the sunscreen.Complex eyes.

Sweat alkali, white flowers and a piece of sweat alkali.

After more than six hours of high-intensity fishing, Zhang Yang spent at least five hours in a state of going all out. Even if the pole is used horizontally enough to save the fisherman a lot of energy, the high-intensity fishing still makes Zhang Yang The body is a bit overwhelmed.

"You help me go to the cold drink shop and get a bottle of Gatorade, I'll do it slowly!" Zhang Yang said very experienced.

Gatorade is different from ordinary drinks. Some of the ingredients in it can supplement the body's electrolyte imbalance caused by excessive sweating.

"Okay, I'll remember to come back!" The assistant ran away and went to buy drinks soon.

"Okay, buddy! What do you call it? Today you fished really well!" At this time, the strange fishing friend next to Zhang Yang couldn't hold back anymore, raised his hand and took out a pack of cigarettes, and threw one to Zhang Yang. .

"Thank you, my name is Zhang Yang! What's your name, big brother?" Zhang Yang pulled off the scarf covering his face, thanked him with a smile and showed his white teeth.

"Damn it! It's Zhang Yang! I said, there is nothing worthless under the fame, the first time I saw the black pit Jianghu you took! Hello, hello!" The middle-aged brother next to him took a good look at Zhang Yang, The tone suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Hey, I'm just kidding, I'm laughing at you!" Zhang Yang wanted to take out the lighter and light a cigarette for the other party, but he couldn't leave the fishing position after realizing it, so he raised his hand and gestured at the other party as a courtesy.

"What kind of bait and medicine did you use? Or the little yellow noodles you sold before? You are too good at fishing, and you can still float when you catch carp. I have seen a master!" Big brother lit a cigarette by himself. Taking a sip, he sighed.

"Our company's own product, Xiaoyao, added some medicinal wine. The bait is an experimental product that has just been released, and the effect is not bad! It will be on the market soon, and both online stores and offline agents can buy it! The name is determined. It's down, the packaging is not in place yet, it's called Yellow Storm!"

If Zhang Yang has the opportunity to advertise his bait on the spot, he will not miss it at all, and it will be a one-way output to fishing friends.

"Yellow Storm? That's a good name, that's a domineering name!! Let me grab a small handful of your unused bait and see if it's okay?" Afraid of being taboo, the other party asked very politely.

Zhang Yang pushed the leftover bait in front of the opponent: "Look at it casually! It's not something to keep secret!"

The other party couldn't wait to pick up the basin, grabbed a small handful of bait and started to study it.

The yellow storm bait that has been opened has a very special bright yellow overall, which is much lighter than the brownish yellow of the small yellow noodles. If you look at it, it is very recognizable.

The bait in the basin was added by Zhang Yang at noon. It has been two hours, but the condition is still very good. It feels very light in the hand, and it can be quickly dispersed after a simple grasp. .Water absorption and fluffiness and other indicators, rolling ordinary small yellow noodles.

If the little yellow noodles want to grow to the current state, at least a quarter or even a third of the high-quality light bran must be added, and the high-expansion yellow storm bait does not need to be added. This is easily achieved through a simple production process.

"Boss, here's the water, here it is!" The assistant came back with the bought drink at this time, and handed it directly to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang unscrewed the bottle cap, gulped down half of the bottle as if he didn't want money, and then smoked the whole cigarette, gradually feeling relieved.

"Mr. Zhang Yang, hello, can you take a photo with me later? I really like you, and I finally met a real person! I said, why do you look familiar, and I don't dare to recognize you with a face scarf!" Zhang Yang on the other side The young fishermen also came up and said hello.

"Hello, hello! No problem!" Zhang Yang nodded with a smile and politely agreed.

After a few more pleasantries, the staff in charge of weighing Zhang Yang's side pushed a flatbed truck full of plastic baskets, and a small crane came over behind them.

For a while, many people focused their attention on the four large black pit fish guards placed in the empty space at Zhang Yang's feet.

(End of this chapter)