Zhang Yang listened to Qian Wenjun's provocation and calmly gave a slight smile.

"You can compete with fish, sure, but it's not quite convenient right now. We just arrived at Sun Bay today for a test run, and we haven't figured out the fish situation or bait flavors yet! Competing under these circumstances isn't fair to me, right?"

"Then what do you want?"

Upon hearing Zhang Yang relent, Qian Wenjun was inwardly filled with eager anticipation.

At this moment, his thoughts were simple. As long as Zhang Yang dared to set conditions, he would accept. As a local, he had this confidence.

Zhang Yang pretended to think for a few seconds, frowned, and said, "My brothers have other tasks and can't all stay here to compete with fish. How about each of us send one person to a duel? Let's not take advantage of each other and use common bait!"

"Common bait?"

Hearing this request, Qian Wenjun was slightly stunned and hesitated inwardly.

Their local group competes with fish at Sun Bay, and they can say they know the fish situation, flavors, and bait conditions inside out. One of the reasons he dared to boast was the very mature bait formula he had.

If using common bait, regardless of whose bait it was, these innate advantages would be significantly diminished.

"What? Don't dare? If you're scared, then forget it, there's a match tomorrow anyway. It's not like we're in a rush!"

Zhang Yang responded with a very provocative look, intentionally trying to get under the opponent's skin.

"Dare, of course! Common bait it is! I'll play with you!"

Qian Wenjun, still young and lacking sophistication, was quickly provoked by Zhang Yang's words.

"Great spirit! Tell me, what are we betting on?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.

"If we play, let's make it big. How about a pack of cigarettes?"

"Alright, then one pack of Zhonghua Cigarettes, soft pack! You prepare the bait!" Zhang Yang added with a smile.

"Sure!"

...

With this tense atmosphere, the two groups quickly reached an agreement to compete with fish.

The wager was a pack of cigarettes. When it comes to this commodity, Zhang Yang was familiar. It's hard currency, whether for personal use or gifting; there are no issues.

Using this opportunity, he could also test the 'quality' of the opponent's bait.

Killing two birds with one stone!

Soon, Qian Wenjun got busy, preparing bait in front of everyone and produced a bait for small crucian carp.

This bait is primarily fishy, with a small amount of condition bait mixed in, and a significantly large proportion of red tail fish, along with a hint of pig's colostrum scent in the flavor profile.

Zhang Yang received his share of the common bait, played with it briefly in his hands, and then used both hands to tentatively break it open and check the consistency, forming a rough assessment in his mind.

The overall bait mix approach was in line with Zhang Yang's expectations, but Zhang Yang's shrimp bait materials were fresher and of higher quality.

Additionally, Qian Wenjun's bait-preparing technique wasn't particularly skilled; the water ratio was slightly off, resulting in the common bait not reaching the ideal state.

Just based on these details, Zhang Yang had preliminary judgment on the opponent's level.

A half-filled bottle shaking around, the basics aren't solid, not a particularly formidable adversary.

"Wow, the bait flavor is quite spot-on! Though the feel is a bit off for me, adding a bit of water for slight adjustment shouldn't be a problem, right?" Zhang Yang straightforwardly asked in front of the opponent.

"You can only add water, don't randomly add any supplements!"

"Fine!"

Having received the opponent's approval, Zhang Yang nodded and swung his arm to toss the bait into the bait-opening bowl.

Pa!

With a crisp sound, the bait that was originally a lump was directly smashed into a cow patty shape by the tremendous force.

Ignoring the astonished gaze of the surrounding crowd, Zhang Yang dabbed a bit of water with his right hand and casually flicked it onto the bait.

Then, Zhang Yang's right hand gathered several fingers together into a fist, and his fingertips kept stirring small areas of the cow patty-shaped bait.

Soon, the patty-shaped bait was stirred by Zhang Yang's nimble fingers into a loose state.

Zhang Yang glanced at the bait, wetted his hand again, stirred it again in the same direction, and after feeling the state was about right, he re-lumped the bait and looked at it with satisfaction.

Compared to the bait lump when it arrived in his hands, Zhang Yang's personal adjustments made it seem like there wasn't much visible change, but Zhang Yang knew that this difference in water ratio determined the state of the bait ball when entering the water, and this difference in state was enough for Zhang Yang to win.

Seeing Zhang Yang dramatically adjusting the bait, the young anglers behind Qian Wenjun looked disdainful.

One of them did not even lower his voice, commenting publicly, "Geez! Putting on a show, it's the same thing before and after the adjustment!"

"I agree! Outside masters like to do that flashy stuff!"

Zhang Yang's gaze swept over the faces of the few opponents, memorizing their looks, while still maintaining a smile.

"There's more than one way to do it! I'm ready here, Master Qian, how about you? If you're ready, we can start! Forty minutes per round, I am in a hurry!"

"Alright, let's start! You're the outsider, you can pick the spot first!" Qian Wenjun said, pretending to be magnanimous.

Zhang Yang pointed to the position where his tackle box was placed: "I've picked, so I won't move! The spots on both sides are open, feel free!"

Not holding back, Qian Wenjun sat to Zhang Yang's right.

The two quickly set up the pre-match preparations, set the alarm, and started the match!

At the sound of the whistle, both threw their baited double hooks into the nearby fishing spots with a flick of their wrists.

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