Zhang Yang brought Meng Fan, Liu Zi, and the rest of the group back to the competition venue. From afar, Liu Zi recognized Chen Guangzu sitting under a sun umbrella drinking tea.

"It's that referee drinking tea who took my bait!" Liu Zi pointed at him with a tone of certainty.

Zhang Yang nodded: "Just keep it in mind, stay calm!

This kind of referee is definitely connected with the local anglers. Don't hold any illusions during the afternoon competition! Just treat it as fighting with public bait, and we'll still win against them!"

"Damn! These bastards bully me because I'm young!" Liu Zi spat angrily on the ground, his tone carrying a hint of resentment.

As the group was whispering among themselves, Wei Song approached carrying a bag with eight-yuan-a-piece ice creams.

"Where did you all go after the morning competition? And you, Xiao Zhang, you didn't answer your phone or reply to my WeChat, what's up, are we no longer friends?" Wei Song joked, complaining as he handed out the ice cream.

Not answering the phone or returning the WeChat was Zhang Yang's own decision, as the lunchtime break was short, and Zhang Yang didn't want Wei Song to waste money, so he didn't contact him for a meal.

Zhang Yang grinned: "I just had a quick lunch with a boxed meal, with the money we could just do something else that's more worthwhile! Brother Song, I mean no harm, please don't hold it against me!"

Wei Song felt warmed inside and smiled: "I knew you were just trying to save me money!

Don't worry, I'm doing alright financially now. I've paid off most of the debts my friends owed me, so treating you guys this casually won't break the bank!

If we missed lunch, we missed it, but you must let me treat you for dinner. If you don't answer the phone again, I'll really get mad!"

"Hehe, alright!" Zhang Yang accepted the ice cream, grinning as he agreed.

Han Qiang, Wang Yan, and the rest didn't mind Wei Song being around either, eating ice cream together and cooling off, the atmosphere was quite pleasant.

A few minutes later, as everyone finished their ice cream and was dividing the bait from the basin, Qian Wenjun's voice emerged from behind.

"Well, well, well, no wonder Brother Song from society stands up for Master Zhang and his crew, they're stirring the pot in the same basin! Mixing bait together?"

Qian Wenjun spoke with a clear tone of mockery.

Wei Song looked at Qian Wenjun, somewhat displeased, and asked, "What's up? Master Qian, any advice?"

Qian Wenjun glanced down at the shrimp bait Zhang Yang and his group prepared and said, "Not really advice, I just came to say hi and a few words!

The first two rounds we let you have it, but in the afternoon, we're going all out! Don't think we buddies don't know your shrimp tricks!"

Hearing Qian Wenjun bluntly revealing the shrimp bait issue further verified Zhang Yang's earlier judgment.

The bait taken by Chen Guangzu must have fallen into Qian Wenjun's hands, so in other words, the afternoon competition basically reset to using public bait from the same starting line again.

Zhang Yang squinted slightly, giving a half-smile as he said, "The locals really live up to their name, I originally didn't want to fuss with that tall referee, but now, this is blatant undercover work, not just skirting the line! I wonder if anyone at the Chinese Fishing Association would care if we filed a complaint!"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

Qian Wenjun feigned ignorance, having done such things numerous times, even if complained, it would just be bureaucratic foot-dragging with no results. Qian Wenjun didn't care.

"No worries! It's okay if you don't understand! There are still two more rounds, and our performance will speak for itself!" Zhang Yang smiled again, directly stating his position.

"Alright, get busy first, let's talk after the competition ends and see the results!" Qian Wenjun turned and left.

...

"Boss, what do we do next? This bastard has figured out our bait!" The tension was clear in Meng Fan's voice.

Zhang Yang gave Meng Fan a reassuring look and said, "No worries! There's still one targeted fish and one mixed fish match in the afternoon, and I have a trick up my sleeve!"

After finishing these words, Zhang Yang turned and walked back to the van, taking out the last portion of fresh shrimp meat from the cooler.

Using the blender, he processed it, with the number of times the blades spun clearly more than when processing the shrimp meat in the morning.

On the basis of the bait made in the morning, Zhang Yang added a large amount of basic particle powder with original flavor and some light bran Snowflake Powder type state bait.

The shrimp paste, after meticulous adjustments by Zhang Yang, turned into a very light, fluffy dispersing bait similar to fish meal bait.

Zhang Yang unceremoniously packed half of the newly prepared bait into a plastic bag, then placed it in his fishing box, while explaining: "I call this stuff shrimp cannon! We'll rely on it for the two rounds this afternoon! The material is limited, so I'm not sharing it. Let's help Xiao Meng win the heavy catch first!"

The rules for the heavy catch were clear, only the highest scoring angler counts, so Zhang Yang's strategy made sense.

As for Wei Song, he had already received a portion of normal shrimp bait, and it wasn't a problem to explain in person why the new shrimp cannon wasn't shared with him.

This attention to detail reflected Zhang Yang's surpassing level of fishing technique knowledge and adaptability.

The shrimp cannon, with fresh shrimp meat combined with state and basic ingredients acting as dispersing bait, since the sly fish in this pond weren't afraid of scattering bait, and liked shrimp bait, they wouldn't resist this type of bait.

The fresh shrimp meat mixed into the water when making the bait provided a unique flavor that served as a foundational material, with the juice acting as a fish-attracting agent, achieving two goals with one step.

With a lot of fish drawn into the area, Zhang Yang has countless ways to maneuver them into his net.

A few more minutes passed, and the loudspeaker started calling for the lottery draw. Zhang Yang, leading his team, headed toward the workbench in a grand manner.

In the first round of the afternoon draw, Zhang Yang casually pulled a number from the box.

Target Fish b08

08 fishing spot on the south bank, only two spots away from the oxygenator, luck was not bad.

Seeing this number, the burden in Zhang Yang's mind eased.

In a competition venue like Sun Bay, where the density of fish is extremely high, as long as the draw position wasn't naturally dead with scarce fish, Zhang Yang was confident he could achieve a good score.

Entering the fishing field, Zhang Yang without hesitation placed the prepared shrimp cannon into the food box.

In the targeted fish competition, secondary baiting was not allowed, under normal circumstances, anglers often rely on the frequency of a single bait to attract fish. Only anglers choosing a floating strategy would prepare standalone dispersing bait for attracting fish like this.

Zhang Yang was serious in this round, going all out to reach the utmost performance.

Without mentioning the various preparations, fifteen minutes after entering the field, a whistle blew, signaling the start of the afternoon competition.

At the instant the competition began, Zhang Yang pinched two balls of shrimp cannon and threw them into the fishing site. Upon entering the water, the dispersing bait exploded rapidly, and before the bobber even floated upright, Zhang Yang had already reeled in the rod to change bait and cast the second rod.

This fishing method was entirely analogous to an offensive floating strategy, and since Qian Wenjun's side was showing teeth, Zhang Yang didn't mind counterattacking with the most aggressive stance.

And the huge difference in fish capture would be the most effective means of countering the opponent's provocation!

Under Zhang Yang's super-fast rod-casting rhythm, the massive dispersing baits mixed with shrimp meat created a vertical dispersion zone in the water.

The unique scent of fresh shrimp quickly spread in the water, attracting all the fish within a certain range over.

Originally planned to wait fifteen minutes to start fishing for the catch once the spot attracted fish, it turned out that only ten minutes were needed before the water surface in front of Zhang Yang was rolling with fish!

What fish eats bait at the bottom? What high water temperature and slightly less active fish?

Under Zhang Yang's exaggerated baiting volume and the super-effective shrimp cannon bombardment, none of those were issues anymore.

At this moment, in front of Zhang Yang, the water surface was densely packed with a swarm of crucian carp, the bobber couldn't even stabilize before the hook was taken by fish competing to swallow it.

Seeing the fish rising to the surface, Zhang Yang quickly switched to a short bobber for floating fishing, pulling the bobber seat just above the weight seat.

Double hooks with shrimp bait off they go!

The floating fishing method, which no one used successfully in the morning, was executed to perfection by Zhang Yang in the first afternoon round.

Double fish!

Double fish!

Still double fish!

With the ultra-high density of crucian carp, every cast of the fishing set had a seventy to eighty percent chance of catching double fish.

The fish school was completely frenzied by the shrimp cannon, losing all semblance of the finicky fish it was supposed to be.

The competition time wasn't even over, but Zhang Yang already knew that the bet between Meng Fan and Qian Wenjun was over!

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