Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 83 Minglun Cup Fishing Friendly Tournament
"Fuck! I'm afraid of death, it's not a good thing!"

Although Han Qiang didn't know what happened, but based on his little understanding of Zhang Yang, he knew that Xiao Zhang was not a person who liked to make such jokes, so he immediately became a little more cautious, and the frequency of throwing poles naturally became faster. Not a lot.

The subsequent battle situation basically developed according to Zhang Yang's expectations. Wang Yan kept casting bait and luring fish at a relatively fast frequency, and the operation of the den was obviously better than that of Han Qiang next door.

Although it was not as extreme as expected to kill the other party, but just after eight o'clock, Han Qiang's nest was quiet and he had to change to a long pole.And Wang Yan can still maintain a relatively slow frequency and jump up from time to time.

By the time Zhang Yang was about to say hello and go home at 09:30, today's fish pinching battle between the two brothers had basically settled down.

Currently, Yuhuo, Wang Yan, and Yuhuo have 24, while Han Qiang only has 16.Wang Yan is far ahead with eight advantages.

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Early the next morning, just after 06:30, Zhang Yang was eating deep-fried dough sticks and drinking bean brains in the shop. Wang Yan, Han Qiang, and Zhou Chu, who had been fighting all night, came to Zhang Yang's shop with swollen eyes that hadn't slept almost all night.

"Hey! The three of you have been fishing all night and didn't finish early?" Zhang Yang just glanced at the status of the three of them and was basically sure.

Wang Yan quickly took out a box of unopened white generals and tore open the package, and said, "That's for sure! It's hard to spend a lot of money on fishing, how can you not finish the rod halfway, isn't it a waste of money!
Smoking and smoking, the big front door is gone, let’s play a white general! This is a bet to win, thanks to your trick, I won a complete victory last night! "

Han Qiang also snatched two cigarettes in pain, one in his mouth and one in his ear, and said viciously: "Damn, yesterday Wang Yan drank a mad dog and pissed. , just after five o'clock in the morning, I caught several more in a circle! We brothers, counting Wang Yan, caught a lot!"

Zhang Yang covered the fire and lit the cigarette, pursed his lips and asked, "How much did the three of you catch?"

"I am 68 catties, my master is 47 catties, and Brother Qiang is 51 catties! Your bait and fishing method are very effective, but the bait consumption is a bit high!" Wang Yan reported last night's results excitedly.

"Congratulations, they're all ashore! Not bad!" Zhang Yang nodded his congratulations again after hearing that the three mermaids had been caught.

Although Zhou Chu caught the least amount of fish among the three, he was very satisfied to be able to go ashore. He also asked with a cigarette in his mouth, "I'm curious, what trick did you give him last night? I asked Xiao Han about this grandson for a long time. , let’s not talk about life and death!”

"It's nothing! It's just a little common sense of how to make a nest and the details of adjusting the bait-water ratio!"

"Let's talk about it in detail. Playing here in the oil room is much better than playing in the pond of our reservoir!"

"Row……"

Seeing the thirsty eyes of the three people, Zhang Yang did not hide it, pressed the button to boil water, and chatted while brushing the teacups.

Although these three people have different personalities, they are extremely devout in the face of the fishing knowledge shared by Zhang Yang, like a dry sponge meeting clear water, hungry and thirsty.

From six o'clock in the morning, I have been playing in the store until nine o'clock and almost ten o'clock, and I still have no intention of leaving.

But at this time Zhou Chu's wife called, and the tiger would eat people if he didn't leave the house, so the three reluctantly greeted Zhang Yang and left.

Seeing the two cars leaving, Zhang Yang felt a little bit emotional, this is a fishing enthusiast, and he was like this at a stage in his previous life.

Although Zhang Yang had already rated the three brothers as enthusiasts, he still underestimated their enthusiasm.

second day, third day, fourth day

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For a whole week, before seven o'clock every morning, the three brothers came to the store on time to report, sometimes carrying some fruit, sometimes bringing two packs of melon seeds, anyway, it was all kinds of chatting and fishing from all over the world.

Drinking tea, chatting and sharing summaries in the store, when the fishing season came, they formed a group to go fishing. Under the conscious guidance of Zhang Yang, the fishing skills of several people improved rapidly.

In this high-intensity contact with thirst for knowledge, Zhang Yang's relationship with these buddies is also deepening rapidly. Gradually more and more, from the initial acquaintance to a good fishing friend.

Unknowingly, half a month passed, and when Han Qiang and Zhou Chu were transferred to the day shift again, the three brothers finally disappeared in Zhang Yang's shop during the day.

This Thursday, Zhang Yang was busy with trivial work in the store by himself, tying hooks and tying lines, when Zhao Bingguang called.

"Xiao Zhang, I just heard the news that Lang Junfeng is going to organize a fishing competition at the Mengcun fishing ground!"

"Fishing competition? When?" Hearing the news, Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat subconsciously.

"Weekend! An announcement has been made in Lang Junfeng's fishing customer group! Liu Shulin copied a copy and posted it in my QQ group, and I will send it to you later!"

"it is good!"

Soon, a message was sent on Zhang Yang's QQ, and Zhang Yang looked at it with a frown.

Minglun Cup Fishing Friendship Competition!

It probably means Junfeng Fishing Tackle Organization, and Minglun Fishing Tackle Company sponsors the competition prizes. The competition venue is at the Mengcun Fishing Ground, and the time is on weekends. The following details are the various competition rules.

When it comes to sponsoring competitions, Zhang Yang is quite thorough.

A decent fishing tackle company will give a certain amount of sponsorship to the big agency every year to support the partners in organizing competitions, promoting them locally, and expanding their brand influence.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of competition sponsored by fishing tackle companies, as long as the charge does not exceed the original fishing fee, is profitable for ordinary fishing friends.

After all, the prizes or bonuses are provided by the company, and have no great interest in the fishing grounds or the organizers.If the operation is good, it can also expand the popularity of fishing grounds and fishing tackle shops.

Minglun is one of the top fishing tackle companies among domestic fishing rod brands, and the regional agent is held by Lang Junfeng. It is normal for him to come forward to organize fishing competitions.

However, the details of Lang Junfeng's game announcement are worth scrutinizing.

Sign up in your own client QQ group first, in order to reduce external registration as much as possible, the total number of places is limited, if your own group can be fully registered, then outsiders will have no chance.

Lao Lang is in the registration stage, and he wants to prevent the participation of other peers as much as possible, and give priority to providing registration places for his own customer group fishing friends.

In this case, Zhang Yang is weighing the pros and cons, should he sign up to play?

Why is it a trade-off?
The advantage of this kind of competition is that if the publicity person gets the result, in addition to the prize, he can further enhance the popularity of his store and advertise the product.

On the downside, Zhang Yang thinks that he has a bad relationship with Lao Lang. There was an off-stage confrontation before, and the other party didn't get any advantage.I bring people to sign up here, I don't know if Lao Lang will allow it.

After all, as the organizer, Zhang Yang has no choice but to say that the quota is full.

Just when Zhang Yang was hesitating, Lao Zhao called again.

"Have you read the announcement? I called Lang Junfeng just now, and he said that we are welcome to sign up for the competition!"

(End of this chapter)