Live Fishing Studio

　　 learned the master-level hook method, Yue Feng now **** the hook and called it a slip.

　　When I first started learning, I still tied the line of ten to twenty pays at a time. Now I can tie one pair to the next, and I can ensure that every hook is neat and tidy.

　　Even Yuefeng, the hooking device that most people must use, doesn't need it anymore. The eyebrows of his hands are casually glanced at, and the top knot is a standard strand, which is no difference.

After the promotion and efforts in recent days, on the morning of the weekend, some well-known old fishermen finally came in. These old men who had entered the door had limited consumption capacity, and basically only bought Bao Yuefeng's main wine rice recently. A box of five cents of earthworms is not willing to buy.

　　Although not much was sold, Yue Feng was still very happy. Someone found it, saying that the promotion in the past few days was effective. If the store was popular, making money would become a matter of course.

After lunch at noon, Yue Feng took a nap after lying behind the counter. His lack of sleep at night made him a little mentally deprived. In addition, he did not cut off people in the store in the morning. Maybe there will be business in the afternoon. I took a day off in the shop today and stopped fishing.

　　 Just lying on the counter for a while, the store door was pushed open, and a short, middle-aged man came in.

　　 This man looks like he is in his thirties, with five short statures, barely one meter six and five tall, and the round face plate is full of horizontal meat. Looking at the face alone gives people a feeling of not very provocative.

　　Middle-aged people wear very thin clothes. A thin coat is put on the outside of the gown, and a golden necklace that looks very thick and does not know the true and false is hung around the neck.

　　 You can vaguely see a tattoo with an invisible pattern next to the exposed neck. Using a cross talk actor to describe his master's adjective is very appropriate, little black fat man.

　　 "Hello, do you need anything?" Yue Feng asked with a hello.

　　 "Oh, it's okay, I'll just take a look!" The middle-aged man responded and looked around in Yue Feng's shop.

　　Fishing tackle shop, as a place to provide logistic supplies for fishing activities, most of the anglers who enter the shop aim to be relatively clear, but the customer who comes in is not the same as others.

　　 Yue Feng couldn't figure it out in his head, so he got up and waited beside him to see what the other party was thinking.

　　Dwarf winter melon turned around twice in the store, and looked at the store's approximate furnishings before slowly speaking.

　　 "You are Yue Feng? I heard that you have a good effect of making rice wine with rice nests. Where is it? Give me a look!"

　　Yue Feng listened to the other person asking for Jiu Mi, then touched a packet from under his eyelid and handed it to the other party.

　　 "Here! The effect is really good, you can try it!"

　　 Dwarf winter melon took the packaging of rice wine, and then tore the ziplock bag, and casually poured the rice wine a little on the palm of his hand, and smelled it with his nose, his face was disdainful.

　　 "Is this good enough? It smells no different from the rice wine on the market, and the price will be doubled for another package? Not too kind?"

　　 Yue Feng smiled slightly when he heard this remark: "Since you dare to sell this price, there is naturally something unique. I don't believe you can try it!"

　　 "Cheap, I want this package!"

　　 "Hehe, 20 packs, no bargain!"

　　 "You can't get as much as you want, how about 15? Well used, I will buy it later!"

　　 Yue Feng did not speak, shook his head firmly.

　　 "Then I don't want it!" Dwarf melon turned around and left.

　　 "If you don't want it, you are welcome, but as a reminder, you will not need to tear my packaging. You will be on the blacklist in my shop in the future. If you come back to buy it, I will not be able to provide you with service!"

　　 "Cut, a big shop with a big fart, I really take myself as a dish. I didn't even plan to come in the future!" Dwarf melon threw a sentence and went away.

　　 "Slow walking!"

　　 Yue Feng watched this strange guy coming out of the store.

A packaging bag is affixed with stickers, and the cost is a few cents. Yue Feng can’t be tempted to follow this kind of person. He pulls out a new packaging bag and puts the rice in it, and gently seals it with a heat sealer. , Just paste a sticker and finish the job.

　　 Dwarf winter melon walked out of Yuefeng's fishing tackle shop, just turned out of the alley, took out his mobile phone and dialed it out.

"Hey, old Liu, just now I went to the small shop you mentioned. It's a very small fart. It can hold more than 20 square meters. The boss is a young man in his 20s. It looks like It’s soft. I deliberately tore him a bag, he didn’t even dare to put one!”

"What? You say wine rice? What I tear is the packaging of wine rice. How can they be so mysterious? I read it and smelled it. The ordinary rice wine made of corn ballast was repacked into a bag. That's it! The buddy is also an old fisherman anyway, and he can be fooled!"

　　 "A little thing, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com, you have spoken. Our black tiger will definitely do it for you! Don't go to dinner, make an appointment with a friend, change the day!"

　　 Hanged up the phone, Black Tiger passed the bun shop, took out a crumpled five yuan banknote from his pocket, bought a few buns and disappeared around the corner of the street.

　　 Hang up the phone, Liu Mingyuan, the owner of the outdoor fishing gear, was lost in contemplation.

　　Liu Mingyuan's wife Zhang Cuifang at the dining table glanced at him: "What's the matter, didn't you eat even if you answered the phone?"

　　Liu Mingyuan shook his head slightly and said, "I heard a fishing friend say that a fishing tackle shop has recently opened in the town. Many of our customers have let the other party **** it away. I let the black tiger take a look!"

"It's open when you open it. It's a big place for a fart. It's just like a fisherman. It's hard to feed a fishing tackle shop. Although we run a fishing tackle business, we just have a bunch of hay bales and rabbits. You Are you serious?"

　　Liu Mingyuan's wife is not unreasonable. Their main business is the regular tobacco, wine, sugar, tea, daily necessities retail and wholesale. As for the fishing gear business, there is really no scale.

　　 first started to do this, it was because Lao Liu himself loved fishing, and figured out how convenient it is to use bait and fishing gear.

Liu Mingyuan shook his head and said, "That's different. I don't know if I have a temper like this. We don't take the initiative, it's the same thing, and people can't do the whole yellow stall, I can't accept it. Yes, I can’t afford to lose that person! If you pass it, what do you think of my more than 10,000 fans?"

　　 "Cut! A bunch of zombie powder, there are not many living people, you really think you are a big fishing net!" Zhang Cuifang dismissed her contemptuously and dismissed her husband's remarks.