The whole session, not a single fish! To avoid a zero score, I even tried the anchor fishing method, but ended up with a clean slate!"

"Did it have a smell? Like the strong smell of sow's milk in the air or something!"

"I was upwind, didn't smell anything, it seemed like it was colorless and odorless, didn't notice if he added anything extra!"

"It's not easy to gather or lure fish, but ruining a spot is simple. A lot of chemicals in the water can repel fish temporarily, like the most common ground-up mothball powder! With the right amount, within a three to five-meter range, not a bite!" With memories of experience, Zhang Yang spoke confidently.

"Is there no way to deal with this kind of situation?" Meng Fan asked unwillingly.

Zhang Yang nodded and then shook his head.

"If you're asking for a method, there aren't good solutions! As long as it's not caught red-handed, it's difficult to provide substantial evidence! My personal recommendation is to observe which anglers are beside you right after entering the venue.

If it's a rival with a grudge, be vigilant. At the slightest hint of suspicious activity, raise your hand and report to the referee immediately!

As you mentioned, if you're the only one not catching fish while others are, it's suspicious—report it timely, and the referee might accept it and pause the competition!

Teaching you and Liu Zi through competition experience involves learning these points to watch out for!

The more formal the competition, the more it relies on evidence for such problems; sabotaging someone carries risks, and if caught, the troublemaker can essentially bid farewell to CAA!"

"Understood, prepare in advance, prevent before it happens, and leave evidence when the chance arises, then report to the referee!"

"Yes, catching a thief requires catching them red-handed!" Zhang Yang nodded.

"What about next week's competition in Wacheng? What should we do? Come with us, brother!" Meng Fan continued to ask about the next topic.

"Sure, sign up for it, and I'll go with you! If there are many on the other side, we can bring Wang Yan and Han Qiang too! We're not easy targets either!" Zhang Yang said with a menacing squint.

"Alright, it's settled then! I'll register for us right away!"

Having nailed down the Wacheng competition details for next week, Meng Fan pulled out his phone right in front of Zhang Yang to get in touch and, a few minutes later, sent the registration fee to a friend via WeChat, ending the call.

"Done! I've secured spots for all four of us!" Meng Fan said.

"Alright, anything else? If not, go home and rest. If you don't want to go home, you can sleep in my bedroom upstairs, you and Liu Zi look like you've stayed up two nights in a row! Your eyes are dark!" Zhang Yang advised with slight concern in his tone.

"Then I'll go upstairs and sleep for a bit! I wasn't sleepy at all while driving with the adrenaline up, but now I'm back and relaxed, my eyes won't stay open!" Meng Fan said with a big yawn, which prompted Liu Zi to follow with a big yawn too.

"Go sleep, I'll call you two when it's dinner time!"

"Alright, Liu Zi, let's go, catch a nap upstairs!" Meng Fan called out, not showing any formality with Zhang Yang, taking Liu Zi upstairs.

By around seven in the evening, Zhang Yang called the other few members of the team together as well, taking advantage of a team-building opportunity to briefly mention Meng Fan's upcoming competition.

As predicted by Zhang Yang, Wang Yan, Han Qiang, and the other strong players immediately reacted, enthusiastically stating their intention to accompany Meng Fan to Wacheng to back him up.

Thus, the fullest team operation was settled this way.

In the following days, everyone carried on as usual, until noon on Sunday when everyone gathered at Zhang Yang's shop as planned.

The Wacheng competition was on Tuesday, leaving at noon today perfectly timed them to reach their destination in the evening to settle down, with the whole Monday to practice and get accustomed to fishing conditions, the plan was very reasonable.

…

While Zhang Yang was mobilizing troops to help Meng Fan regain dignity, on the other side, Qian Wenjun from the Dongxing Fishing Tackle team was also actively preparing for the competition.

Dongxing Fishing Tackle originally started as a fishing tackle shop. Later, the shop owner apprenticed at Wuhan Tianyuan, becoming Deng Gang's disciple. After a few years in the competitive circle without much success, he gained industry resources smoothly. Eventually, he formed his own tackle company, traveling around with a few anglers from the team, not the most professional, but definitely above the acceptable standard.

The reason Qian Wenjun and his team chose to target Wacheng is that their base is Wacheng, just like Zhang Yang's team is based in W City—it's their home ground, giving them a tremendous geographical advantage.

Over the weekend, Qian Wenjun had already brought a few team members to the competition site early to practice and observe current fishing conditions.

While practicing, Qian Wenjun glanced at his phone intermittently until 11 AM when he finally received a message back from a friend on WeChat.

"What's up, Xiao Jun? Non-stop calls, is the house on fire? I was playing mahjong all night last night, just fell asleep this morning!" A voice of a man with a low tone came over the phone, clearly showing a good relationship with Qian Wenjun.

"Xiao Wei, have you signed up for the four-category competition on Tuesday? I have something serious to discuss!"

"The four-category at Sun Bay?"

"Yes, a few days ago, I made a bet at Wacheng with a kid named Meng Fan—ten thousand yuan, plus having to bow and apologize if we lose! That guy was schooled last round by Maomao, ending with three points from three rounds and zero in one, eliminated!"

"A ten thousand yuan bet? Playing big huh? But what do you want me to do? First off, I'm not bowing if I lose!"

Upon hearing the specifics, Xiao Wei's eyes lit up. Winning this could easily score him a few thousand yuan from the bet. Recently, his luck was poor, losing a lot in mahjong, a win could be a nice top-up.

"We haven't agreed on specific rules yet, but these competitions usually depend on the best result! Your skill level around Wacheng is absolutely top-notch for this kind of thing! You can't back down on this! If we win, you get half the prize!"

"Damn, it's a deal! Just for your offer of five thousand, I'll give it my all! In Sun Bay, there aren't many who can beat me! I'll have to see what makes the other side so special!"

"Two young guys, in their early twenties, driving an A4, seem to have some money back home, but no other teammates spotted, likely just some overconfident players!"

"Got it! Keep in touch, I'll grab some food and head out to practice at Sun Bay this afternoon if free, and we'll discuss more when we meet!"

"Alright!"

…

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang's group, who set off at noon, drove in two cars towards Wacheng and successfully checked into the hotel at around seven in the evening.

After a whole afternoon drive, the team didn't venture out to experience Wacheng's nightlife. After finding a small restaurant downstairs to fill their stomachs, everyone returned early to the hotel, gathered to play some poker, and went back to their rooms for a good rest, waiting to get up for practice the next morning.

The next day, just at 5:10 AM, Zhang Yang's alarm went off right on time. Zhang Yang swiftly got up, knocking on doors to wake the team members up, they grabbed light breakfasts in the hotel's restaurant, and drove straight to the venue.

The Sun Bay in Wacheng is surely the gathering spot for local fishing experts. In Wacheng, the competitive fishing atmosphere is much stronger than in W City. Sun Bay, with its long-standing history as a competition pond, boasts excellent facilities that can host over a hundred participants simultaneously.

Worth mentioning is that the fish situation in Sun Bay is much more complex than what Meng Fan faced last round.

Having been established for at least a decade, apart from annual stocking of new fish, the old fish in the pond have never been cleared out.

Some old fish you might catch can weigh around a half kilogram and be five or six years old, or even older!

The complexity of the fish environment goes far beyond regular competition pond "slick fish," requiring highly proficient fishing skills to perform well.

Now with Zhang Yang leading, these so-called challenges are nothing in the face of absolute prowess!

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