: Crack

"You can only make Zhang Yang unable to catch fish at one time, and you can ventilate with Diao Changhe. If you do it well, you may be able to squeeze Zhang Yang away directly!

Zhang Yang was in the oil-house fishing ground and every field was going ashore and turning. This was equivalent to cutting the flesh from Diao Changhe. Diao Changhe must have been holding it in for a long time. If this matter is done well, the success rate will be very high!"

"Your skills are more senior brother, so just do what you said!"

After a discussion, the brothers and brothers quickly decided on the insidious plan to deal with Zhang Yang.

A few days later, before I knew it, it was another weekend to release fish, and Zhang Yang and Lao Zhao and the others came to the fishing ground again.

I still had lunch at noon and came to take the fishing spot, but Zhang Yang was a little surprised after coming to the fishing ground today.

Qian Wenbo, who liked the most, who came early to take up space, did not come, and Lang Junfeng and others who had appeared in a row did not come. The huge oil house fishing ground was 1:00 noon, and there was no one there.

There is no one in the fishing spot, so you will naturally occupy the best place. Zhang Yang and the other two went to the south bank to the middle waist next to each other. Zhang Yang chose the north bank to take up the middle waist and took the position in advance.

Next, as time went on, Zhang Yang didn't think much about it, just thought it happened to catch up today.

However, after driving fishing normally for more than half an hour, Zhang Yang felt something was wrong.

Today's fish have good fur quality in all aspects, but after working hard for a long time, there was no movement of fish in the den entering the nest.

This is something Zhang Yang has never been to fish in the oil room. The quality of the fish is fine, it shouldn’t be!

He muttered in his heart, Zhang Yang changed to the fish bait and tried to catch a few shots.

No one! Not even a rubbing thread!

At this time, fishing friends had already caught fish in the southeast and northeast corners of the opposite side, and there was no movement in the middle waist position of Lao Zhao and Wang Jun on the opposite side.

Zhang Yang put down the fishing rod, stood up and roughly scanned the situation in the fishing ground.

After seeing clearly the situation of other people on the North Bank getting fished, Zhang Yang's heart sank, took out his cell phone and turned around and called Lao Zhao.

"What's the matter? I'm trying to make a nest with a frequency!"

Lao Zhao was quite quick after answering the phone. He and Wang Jun caught a nest, and he was competing with each other, who would throw the rod faster?

"Old Zhao, have you seen any movement in your nest? You can try to hold a few sticks of soft baits on the hook!"

"We started fishing so early? We are planning to make a few more nests before we can open it!"

"After my arrangement, something is wrong! There is no fish in my nest! Don't get slutted!"

"No, right? I'll try!"

"Okay, try it, just say hello!"

"good!"

After hanging up the phone, Lao Zhao quickly changed the bait and guarded the fish as Zhang Yang arranged.

But there was no movement in the den, as if he threw a bait into a large water tank.

Soon Lao Zhao called back.

"No, Junzi and I tried it, but there was no movement!"

"Then don't be embarrassed. Just change the place quickly and catch as much as you can. Let's talk about other things after fishing!"

"good!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang and Lao Zhao from the opposite side moved to the fishing spot with no one. Wang Jun was reluctant to leave the nest that Zhongliu and the two of them managed in the early stage, so they gritted their teeth to continue fishing.

More than half an hour has passed since the fishing process started. Others have set up their nests and started fishing. Zhang Yang and Lao Zhao rashly changed the fishing spot and started from scratch. Naturally, the fish catch cannot be too good.

Zhang Yang reopened the fishing spot where no one sat in the northwest corner and continued to fish. He worked hard for a long time with his head down, but he only caught eight fish.

At around 9 o'clock in the evening, the entire pit had basically stopped. At this time, Lang Junfeng, who was sitting on the second side of the southwest corner, was still fishing after changing to a five-meter and four-meter long pole, and the fish had already caught a lot.

After lasting until ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yang's side had completely stopped. Lao Zhao from the south bank had only caught three fish in the fish guard.

Wang Jun, who insisted on not leaving at the original position, was even more miserable. He didn't catch a fish from beginning to end, and he actually got the Air Force!

"Old Zhao, please? I'm in a hurry to go back if I have something to do!" Zhang Yang did not call, but shouted at the top of his throat.

"Okay, then take it!" Zhao Bingguang was not vague and quickly packed up his equipment.

Diao Changhe, who had never appeared, is now sneaking around the window in the prefabricated house.

Seeing Zhang Yang and the other two who had been in their own fishing ground frequently, they were frustrated today. Diao Changhe was more enjoyable than washing his head on the second floor of the railway station.

The three people had a fishing fee of 360 yuan, and only caught eleven fish, and made a net profit of at least 300 yuan.

It was because Lang Junfeng was so awesome to recruit. He had no experience in this area before, so he could greet him more in the future.

A few bags of mothballs can make a net profit of hundreds of yuan. There is no more cost-effective business in the world.

From greeting the pole to carrying the fish to weighing the fish, Zhang Yang was calm and said nothing. There were 11 fish in total, 26 kilograms, and 78 yuan was sold for only the usual fraction.

After taking Diao Changhe's money back, the three of them drove away.

As soon as he got on the car, Zhao Bingguang squinted his eyes and asked, "We are being secretly squinted?"

Zhang Yang nodded: "I asked why no one took up the mid-waist fishing spot today! It turned out that he had done something weird!"

"Dao Changhe?"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "Unsure, he is the most suspicious! But it is not ruled out that someone else is mean to be a shameful person. He is not the only one who can't stand our good deeds!"

"What do you mean, besides Diao Changhe, others may also be suspicious?"

"Yes, if it's done by Diao Changhe, the angler doesn't know why others don't take the middle ground?

It is normal for ordinary anglers to come late. Qian Wenbo and Lang Junfeng and others are more enthusiastic about coming early to take up fishing spots than us!

If this alone can also be explained, it may be that we have suffered losses and do not want to compete.

But have you noticed that the candidates Lang Junfeng brought today are all at the corners, as if he was deliberately hiding from the middle waist area!"

After listening to Zhang Yang's analysis, Lao Zhao frowned and nodded.

Zhang Yang’s analysis is very reasonable. Diao Changhe and Lang Junfeng are both very suspicious of this matter.

"I've already suffered a loss. What do you think we should do? Otherwise, I'll go find Diao Changhe?" Lao Zhao said with anger.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "We have no evidence in our hands. He bit him to death and didn't know. We didn't have any tricks!

I made a lot of money when I went ashore in every game before. I just endured it this time and observed it again!"

"Okay! What a thing? If you can't fight it on the front, you'll be so stupid!" Old Zhao spitted out the window, a little depressed.

They had a good fishing game, but they didn't even finish the first half of the night. The three of them went to the authentic barbecue stall again, and kept drinking beer and chatting until midnight before they went home.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Yang, who was lying on the camp bed in the store, looked at the battle report that Lang Junfeng had won 75 kilograms and won the pit crown from the fishing group in the oil room, and secretly thought about it for a long time.

After making plans to deal with it, Zhang Yang turned over and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!