After saying that, Brother Zhao patted Ye Chengguo on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Why are you still worried about this? With your skills, you're definitely number one."
"No, my brother, don't talk nonsense."
Brother Zhao's words were spoken very loudly, and many people heard them. Ye Cheng now feels like he wants to die; he's just making himself a target of hatred.
They don't want to die fast enough, do they?
Sure enough, as soon as he said that, not only did the contestants look at him with hostility, but even the old men drinking tea on the judges' table gave Ye Cheng a special look.
Chairman Jiang Weiyang sat on the makeshift stage, while several people pointed and whispered at Ye Cheng.
"President Jiang, who is this? I don't think I've seen him before."
"Yeah, they're aiming for first place right from the start. They have such smooth skin and tender flesh, and their hair isn't thinning at all. It doesn't seem like it."
"I guess it was caught in some fishing ground and the owner fed it so much that it thought it was a great fisherman."
"Sigh, young people are too proud. There's always someone better."
Jiang Weiyang's expression remained completely calm. He pointed at Zhao Zhiming and said, "Old Zhao introduced you. He said you're an expert. Let's see in a bit. Maybe you really are amazing, carrying such a big water tank."
The registration was completed here. At 8:30, with the referee's whistle, more than a hundred people began to find their places according to their number plates.
Because it wasn't a formal venue, the numbers were scrambled quite a bit. Ye Cheng searched for a long time before finally finding his spot in a corner, where the number 99 was written on the ground.
Meanwhile, people had already taken seats in numbers 98 and 100 next to me. They were two middle-aged men, fully armed, with bronze skin, looking much like that Hong Kong celebrity.
The two were chatting, but stopped when they saw Ye Cheng arrive.
Ye Cheng gave the two men a dry laugh as a greeting.
“Young man, I’ve never seen you before. Are you new to the group?” Number 98 was the first to ask.
"Yes, I joined yesterday," Ye Cheng answered directly.
"No wonder you look unfamiliar. Are you from the city or something?" Number 100 took over the conversation and asked.
"No, it's from Baiyun Village, which is a bit far from the city."
"Oh, there are several fishing villages over there."
Clearly, the two were not very familiar with Baiyun Village.
Since they were still in the preparation stage, the three of them were preparing their own fishing gear and bait.
To ensure fairness, disturbing the fishpond is not allowed during the competition.
Based on his previous fishing experience, Ye Cheng looked down to check the water depth.
"Young man, is this your first time here?" Number 100 joked.
"Yeah, we used to fish there in the village."
"No wonder. Come on, no need to look anymore. Let me tell you, the water here is 3-5 meters deep, and there are all kinds of fish."
"Looking at you, wanting to get first place on your first visit, haha, not to discourage you, but it's a bit difficult," added number 98 from the side.
Ye Cheng smiled helplessly, took out a cigarette and offered one to each of them. "I didn't say I wanted to be number one. It was Brother Zhao who was just shouting nonsense. Besides, with my skills, I'm here to learn. You two look like fishing gods. Please give me some pointers later."
Seeing Ye Cheng's attitude and his claim of being a fishing god, the hostility on their faces lessened, and they took the cigarettes and started smoking.
"Well, my surname is Lin, you can call me Lao Lin. I've been fishing for about ten years now. I wouldn't call myself a fishing god, but I'm considered to have some seniority in this circle." Lao Lin, number 98, introduced himself first.
"You can call me Old Chen, I've been fishing for over ten years." Number 100 is surnamed Chen.
"Both of you are amazing, you've been fishing for over ten years, you're definitely going to win this competition." Ye Cheng quickly offered two compliments.
Upon hearing this, the two waved their hands repeatedly, "Forget it, our level is only above average. We'd be lucky to make it to the finals, but winning first place is impossible. The real experts are over there."
Ye Cheng followed the two people's hands and looked over. In the middle sat a handsome young man, dressed in a neat white tracksuit, with a clear jawline and sharp-edged eyes. This guy didn't seem to have anything to do with a fisherman at all.
Seeing Ye Cheng's puzzled look, the two smiled knowingly. "You wouldn't believe it, would you? Just like movie stars, Cui Shuran is not only good at fishing, but also comes from a very powerful family, and he's handsome too."
"Yes, what's most infuriating is that he always wears sunscreen when he's fishing, unlike us fishers who all get tanned."
The two of them sounded a bit envious and jealous.
However, if it's really as they say, then it would indeed be hated.
Ye Cheng was looking over there when Cui Shuran suddenly turned her head and looked at him, and their eyes met.
This was a bit awkward, so Ye Cheng could only manage a small smile as a greeting.
However, the other party responded with a disdainful look, the corners of their mouth slightly upturned.
Holy crap!
So arrogant!?
"You were looked down upon? I guess they were unhappy because you said you wanted to be number one," Old Lin explained.
"Oh, that's just how Xiao Cui is, he looks down on everyone. Don't mind him. Come on, sit down, it's about to start." Old Chen gestured for Ye Cheng to sit down.
Ye Cheng sat down calmly. Let whoever wants to be an idiot be an idiot, why should I care?
I had just set up my fishing rod when the whistle blew, and the competition officially began. It lasted for 6 hours and tested my skills, luck, and endurance.
On both sides, Lao Lin and Lao Chen cast their fishing rods, and the fishing lines flew out with a whoosh, landing steadily on the sea surface, with colorful floats standing upright on the water.
However, noticing there were only two floats, both of them looked at Ye Cheng in the middle.
Ye Cheng took a deep breath and then steadily flicked the fishing line out—yes, steadily.
It landed on the sea surface two meters away.
The two men stared wide-eyed at Ye Cheng, giving him a thumbs-up. "Dude, how many years have you been fishing?"
Ye Chengdu felt a little embarrassed by that look. "I've only just started learning."
After the float went down, Ye Cheng began to watch nervously.
Based on previous experience, there should be some movement within two minutes at most.
Sure enough, after two minutes, the float, which had been standing straight, tilted slightly. Without thinking, Ye Cheng pulled the rod!
This is exactly the feeling I've been looking for!
What's wrong with a luck value of 30?
Let me tell you, it's possible to catch fish!
With a whoosh, a silver line shot into the sky, and a few drops of crystal-clear seawater followed the fishing line and landed on Ye Cheng's face.
The bait is still on the hook, but everything else is empty.
"Your float only bobbed up and down with the seawater, why are you in such a hurry?" Old Lin shook his head from the side.
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