Usually, whether it's a private pond or a reservoir, Zhang Yang always outfishes everyone, and old Lang would naturally be quite low-key. But today was different. Old Lang led a team and completely loaded up at the reservoir, so of course, he had to say hi and show off a bit.

"Hey! Xiao Zhang!! What are you doing at the seafood market? Buying seafood? Not many stalls are open at this hour!" Lang Junfeng hit the brakes, parked the car, rolled down the window, and waved at Zhang Yang.

Although Zhang Yang wasn't too fond of old Lang, they were at least acquaintances. Since the other took the initiative to greet him, Zhang Yang also braked and pulled over.

"President Lang just came back from fishing?" Zhang Yang glanced at the other cars behind and noticed they looked quite similar in formation to how Zhang Yang's team looked when wrapping up a fishing trip.

"Oh, I just led a team to Yinma Reservoir. We got in through connections to the unopened East Warehouse District. The fishing was alright, about fifty or sixty pounds on average per person!"

Lang Junfeng found his chance to brag and said in a rather exaggerated manner.

"Fifty or sixty pounds, that's not bad! Pretty good!" Zhang Yang nodded politely, not continuing the topic.

"Where have you guys been fishing recently? If you don't have good spots, why not join us?

I'll take you to Yinma Reservoir. The East Warehouse District has been closed off for several years, and it's just opened. It'll be a blast! It's not expensive either, just about a hundred bucks a day!"

Lang Junfeng kept chattering on, trying to entice them.

"Haha, maybe some other time!" Zhang Yang didn't decline flat out, just laughed it off politely.

Zhang Yang was well aware of the kind of person Lang Junfeng was. He was a cunning businessman who wouldn't lift a finger without benefit and without familial ties. Zhang Yang didn't plan to get too entangled with him.

If it weren't for a place like the artificial irrigation canals that offer the thrill of wild fishing akin to private ponds, Zhang Yang might have considered it for the sake of his live stream. But now, he didn't even need to think about it!

"Alright, let's get in touch some other time! We're taking off now, a whole day of fishing has worn us out. Time to head home for a rest!"

"Alrighty!"

After some pleasantries, Zhang Yang rolled up the car window again and drove the van straight into the market.

The pickup truck had already driven in ahead; they definitely couldn't unload without Zhang Yang being present. The greetings just now did waste a bit of time.

Watching Zhang Yang drive into the market gate, Lang Junfeng initially didn't pay much attention. But seeing Wang Yan's SUV following behind, old Lang furrowed his brows and started pondering.

What's Zhang Yang doing at the market at this hour? Could they also be here to sell fish?

With this suspicion, old Lang thought back carefully to Zhang Yang's outfit just now, wearing a baseball cap and a sunshade scarf; this guess seemed quite plausible.

While the others had finished selling their fish and were already turning around with their indicator lights on, preparing to leave, Lang Junfeng changed his mind and, as if driven by a curious impulse, stayed behind instead and drove into the market as well.

The seafood vendor responsible for buying the fish assumed old Lang had some business and approached.

"Same old deal, I'll transfer the commission to you on WeChat later! Anything else?" the vendor asked.

Lang Junfeng furrowed his brows, staring in the direction where Zhang Yang's car had disappeared, and asked, "No rush on the commission. Are there any stalls here buying wild fish at this hour?"

"Yes, Zhang San's place buys them too. He's been trading wild fish longer than I have and has a lot of regular customers. Why do you ask?" The vendor was puzzled.

"No reason, just send me the commission later. Where is this Zhang San's stall area? I want to go take a look, an acquaintance I just greeted might be here to sell fish too!"

"It's in the freshwater fish section, near the central area, facing south!"

"Got it!"

...

After understanding the general location, Lang Junfeng drove over there.

Just at the entrance to the big shed, before he even turned the corner, he saw Zhang Yang and two other cars parked there. The group, backs turned to old Lang, was busy unloading fish onto scales from the pickup truck bed.

Seeing this, old Lang couldn't hold back anymore. He hit the gas and parked behind the group's car, then leisurely got out and walked over.

Upon seeing what was happening, he was dumbfounded.

Zhang Yang's group was selling big crucian carp, each one at least twice the size of the fish old Lang's team caught. Any fish picked up at random was as big as a shoe sole, almost ungraspable with one hand.

The snow-white fish scales and streamlined shape marked them as unquestionably wild big plate crucians.

Remembering how he had been showing off earlier, Lang Junfeng felt his face burning. Compared to Zhang Yang's catch, their fish were nothing, the sheer volume can't even compare, let alone the few handfuls of specially picked big plate crucians — they were two sizes smaller here.

"Hey! President Lang, how come you're here too? Weren't you guys getting ready to leave?"

Zhang Yang, turning sideways to light a cigarette, happened to spot Lang Junfeng not far away. His heart skipped a beat, but he managed to maintain a calm expression and greeted him.

Seeing he had been spotted, old Lang scratched his head, feeling slightly awkward, but forced himself to come over.

"I saw Wang Yan's SUV, figured you guys were here to sell fish, so I came over to check! Didn't expect I was right! Where did you catch such big crucians? They're fabulously huge!"

"Haha, they're alright!" Zhang Yang gave a societal smile, skillfully dodging the main question without answering.

"Come on, where did you catch these huge crucians? When I have good resources, I never keep them hidden from you! You're being sneaky!"

Lang Junfeng felt as if he had a cat scratching his heart, just badly uncomfortable! With super-sized wild big plate crucians like this, even catching just ten or eight would be enough for him to boast for ages.

"Private fishing ground, can't tell you! Even if I did, you wouldn't be able to go!" Zhang Yang spread his hands, shrugged, and refused with a smile.

"So it really is a private spot! It's the reservoir of my mom's uncle's grand-aunt's neighbor's classmate's relative!" Wang Yan chimed in mischievously.

Hearing Wang Yan's obviously unreliable answer, old Lang felt a bit powerless. Despite Zhang Yang still leaving him some dignity, with the same question posed to Wang Yan, there was no face given at all.

"Wang Yan, you've turned bad! Where's the fun in that kind of joke!" Old Lang's face drooped with a slightly indignant expression.

"Come on, don't be such a sore sport!" Wang Yan laughed behind his hand and exchanged glances with the brothers beside him, teasing old Lang without any reservations.

"Isn't there any way you can share the fishing spot?" Old Lang asked one last time.

Zhang Yang shook his head with a smile: "There's too much involved, really can't tell you! If you're keen on the fish, I could give you a few to take home and make some soup for your wife, no problem there!"

What sounded like a generous offer was terribly grating to old Lang's ears.

"Alright then, if you really can't say, I won't press you! You guys carry on, I've got stuff to do, I'll be off!"

After getting rebuffed, old Lang turned back to his car and left. Maybe it was the pent-up frustration, but he stepped hard on the gas as he turned, sending a few puffs of black smoke from the car's exhaust.

Once old Lang drove off, Wang Yan casually pulled out a box of cigarettes, distributing them to his brothers while lighting one up and saying irritably, "Damn, old Lang still thinks he's some big shot? None of us even pay him any mind!

He was showing off at the entrance and now runs into this? Didn't see it coming!"

Han Qiang also chimed in: "Tonight Lange probably won't be able to sleep well, thinking about those big crucians. It's going to drive him mad like a cat!"

"Just don't tell him, that bastard's too shady. If we told him today, the whole world would know by tomorrow! We want a few more days to enjoy the fishing ourselves," Wang Yan continued.

Zhang Yang grinned: "If we don't tell, we don't tell. But that joke just now was a bit too much, we're bound to bump into each other again."

"Nah! I don't care if he thinks of me favorably or not. Did you notice that small truck when we were at the entrance? That bastard even earns a commission difference from fellow anglers when selling his fish, we're not the same type of people!"

...

The group in Zhang Yang's squad was animatedly discussing, while on the way back, Lang Junfeng had already started calling around to friends, trying to find out the whereabouts of those big plate crucians weighing over a pound. So intense, there's no point going to Yinma Reservoir.

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