Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 47 The First Meeting of Lang Junfeng

In the current fishing gear industry, commercial pond players do not account for a large share, and more fishermen still use natural waters such as lakes, reservoirs, and rivers as their main battlefields.

Lao Lang never imagined that someone could snatch more than a dozen high-quality customers from his store with just one farmed fish formula bait.

After inquiring about the important information, Lang Junfeng acted quickly.

Today is another day when the Youfang Fishing Ground is catching and releasing fish.

Zhang Yang and the others came to the fishing ground early to take up space and waited to release the fish. A Jeep Grand Cherokee drove to the oil room fishing ground.

Hearing the roar of the Grand Cherokee's engine, Zhao Bingguang looked up habitually, and frowned after seeing the license plate clearly.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhao?" Zhang Yang followed his gaze and looked over.

"Here comes an acquaintance!"

"Who?"

"Old Lang, Lang Junfeng! Didn't this guy bring a group of people to Tianhe Reservoir to play? Why did he play Heikeng instead!" Zhao Bingguang said to himself in confusion.

"Coming together! I heard you mention it before!"

Zhang Yang grinned when he heard the name Lang Junfeng, and he already knew why Lao Zhao frowned.

In terms of the size of the store and the comprehensive influence in the circle, Zhang Yang at this stage must be much worse than Lang Junfeng.

However, if Zhang Yang wants to develop rapidly, he always has to face these seniors in the same industry and snatch the relatively solidified market share from them!
When Lang Junfeng came to fish, Zhang Yang's mentality was quite good, so he didn't take it seriously, and continued to be busy with the matter at hand, watching the development of the situation.

Behind the Cherokee, followed by a black Santana, the car stopped and soon three people got off.

The leader, Lang Junfeng, is in his 40s, and his stature is not high, only 170, but he has a strong figure, a dark face, a square face and a wide nose, which looks dignified.

He wears a fishing cap from Wuhan Tianyuan on his head, sun protection clothing on his upper body, and a small army green vest that senior fishermen and photographers like to wear.

From the time Lang Junfeng got off the car to carry fishing boxes, rods, bags and other equipment, fishing friends successively noticed his arrival and went to say hello.

Zhang Yang roughly noticed that there were at least a dozen fishing friends in the fishing grounds who knew him, accounting for more than half of the total number.

The person sitting in the same car with Lang Junfeng was a child about seventeen or eighteen years old, who looked like a fisherman apprentice at first glance. He helped him unload the car and carried the fishing box. When someone greeted Lao Lang, he rarely interrupted.

It was only after four o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still a period of time before the fish would be released. After unloading the truck, Lao Lang went straight to the middle waist of the South Bank with his equipment on his back. Someone helped him occupy a fishing spot there in advance.

Zhang Yang still habitually set his fishing position in the middle of the North Shore, sitting opposite Lao Lang.

Needless to say, Lang Junfeng's aura is indeed quite strong.

Whether it is the car you drive, the fishing boy you bring, or the acquaintances who greet you frequently after you come to the fishing ground.These are invisible pressures, declaring his status and qualifications in the local fishing circle.

But Zhang Yang didn't like him at all.

Zhang Yang has seen many fishing kings, masters, and masters from all over the country in his previous life. Players of this level are at best bumpkins, and Zhang Yang doesn't take it seriously at all.

At this time, Qian Wenbo also rushed to the fishing ground.Lang Junfeng found him and waved his hand to greet him from the south bank. Qian Wenbo strode over after seeing him.

Seeing this, Wang Jun said, "Tsk tsk, the master is the master! Come catch a fish, look at the leader of his school! It's like a city leader going to the countryside!"

Zhang Yang grinned: "Acquaintances and friends, normal!"

"Qian Wenbo is a wall-riding guy. Lao Lang called him over, and he didn't know what he was muttering! I guess he came for you, so be careful later!" Wang Jun said angrily.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "Not at all!"

In less than 10 minutes, Qian Wenbo came to the north bank next to Zhang Yang and carried his fishing box to the south bank, while Lang Junfeng, who had already unloaded his equipment, walked straight towards the north bank on Zhang Yang's side with his little apprentice .

"Hey, old Zhao, you're here to fish too! This is Qian Wenbo's fishing spot, right? I switched with him and come to the north bank to play!"

Lang Junfeng came to the fishing position next to Zhang Yang, put down the pole bag, raised his head and greeted Zhao Bingguang.

Old Zhao nodded and lit a cigarette to the other party: "Master Lang, what day is it today? Why did you come to play in the pole pond! It doesn't look like your style! Haven't you been leading people to build reservoirs?"

"Don't mention it, the fish situation in the reservoir is so bad this season, I organized fishing friends to go there several times and they were all empty!
I just heard from a friend that a pole pit was opened in the oil house and it was not bad, so I came here to experience it!
I haven't seen you for a few days, go to the store for tea when I have time! "

"Okay, I'll go and play with you when I have time!" Zhao Bingguang nodded and said nothing.

Seeing that Zhao Bingguang had no desire for follow-up communication, Lang Junfeng didn't feel embarrassed, and quickly straightened out his equipment, and took out a folded plastic bucket from the live fish bag. Needless to say, this was for making a nest after preparing to start fishing later Wozi.

A few minutes later, Qian Wenbo came over again.

"Is the nest ready? Get me some! I'll give you such a good fishing position in the middle of the North Shore!

By the way, I didn't know Xiao Zhang next to me, you are colleagues!

Let me tell you, Zhang Yang is a master at playing tricks!Recently in the Youfang Fishing Ground, that’s this! "

As soon as he spoke, Qian Wenbo raised his thumb to Zhang Yang.

With Qian Wenbo's meddling, he even introduced Lang Junfeng to Zhang Yang.

Lao Lang took a look at Zhang Yang, and reached out to shake Zhang Yang's hand: "You are Zhang Yang? I heard that several fishing friends in the shop mentioned you, you are quite young!"

Zhang Yang got up and shook hands with the other party, and said very modestly: "Brother Lang, hello, Brother Qian was just joking, just playing around, lucky enough to go ashore a few times, how can it be so amazing!"

"There is nothing in vain under the prestigious name, I'm afraid it's not just playing around! Xiao Zhang is quite modest!

What brands do you mainly represent and sell in your store?I am working as a city-level agent for Tianyuan, Huashi, Minglun, Wolf King, and Eastern District. They are all hard goods, and I need a word! "

What can I say, these first-line fishing gear brand agents that Lao Lang is holding in his hands are really awesome at this time point.

Not to mention anything else, just wholesale in the sunken markets around City W can earn him a lot of money every year.

However, Zhang Yang's appeal for these hard goods is not too big. For categories such as floating fishing rods, the quality of the fishing gear brands he chooses is not bad.

As for the commercial bait that has a large volume, Xinda can also handle it.It doesn't have to be purchased from Lang Junfeng!
There is a phenomenon of cross-selling in the fishing gear industry. For example, Huashi and Tianyuan's baits can be obtained by not only his family in the market, but also by large players in the wholesale market, and some of them don't even go through local agents. Bring in goods from outside.

"Okay! I will trouble you if necessary!"

Zhang Yang responded politely, and ended the conversation, not having a strong desire to communicate.

(End of this chapter)