The Top Fishing Master

In the live broadcast, witnessing Lin Yang's fishing situation, the viewers exploded once again.

"The host is awesome, the host is dominating, the host doesn't give a shit!"

"That's it? The fishing just ends as it starts? Such a way of fishing, doesn't seem like there's much to see."

"Shocked, huh? Out of tricks, aren't you? Zhang Qiang was so brazen, now he's embarrassed."

"Ah, I watched for less than a minute, feels totally bland."

"Something's off with you upstairs...."

As the notification 'Experience +2, points +2' floated past, Lin Yang caught another Crucian Carp, removed the hook, and then turned to look at Zhang Qiang: "Yo, Boss Zhang seems a bit lost today, got no bites?"

"Hmph, didn't you say it this morning, the early fat doesn't count, the later fat crushes the bed! It's just the beginning!" Zhang Qiang replied stiffly, his hand motions growing even faster.

Zhang Qiang thought: "This morning Lin Yang drew the fish away with his pulling frequency; now I'll do the same, it must be effective, just wait, soon enough when it's my turn, all taunts will be returned double!"

At first glance, it seemed like there was a chance, but the reality was not the case.

If there were an underwater view at this moment, one could see a very peculiar phenomenon.

Directly beneath Zhang Qiang's fishing spot, there were two piles of red yeast rice of different sizes next to each other, and not a single fish around the spot.

Contrarily, in Lin Yang's fishing spot, there was just a small scattering of yeast rice, but the fish were packed tightly, one after another.

Unlike ordinary groups of Crucian Carp, the fish today almost didn't rise more than ten centimeters from the bottom, tails wagging as they frantically competed for the yeast rice on the bottom, as if these small grains were some kind of gourmet delicacy.

As soon as Lin Yang's double hooks hit the water and the bait reached the bottom, nearby fish would bite, but even more attention was on the fragments of yeast rice that fell off as the bait absorbed water and expanded.

The amount of yeast rice Lin Yang mixed into the bait by hand wasn't much; on average, in a handful of bait, there were only about half a grain, but this stuff was much more tempting to the fish, even surpassing the allure of the bait itself.

This was his secret weapon for the afternoon!

You need to know, he mixed his own bait, so he had complete control over the proportions.

The bait he sold in his little yellow cart was mixed at a 1:100 ratio, that is, 1g of fortified fish-attracting agent per 100g of millet.

But now, Lin Yang was using an even smaller ratio of secret bait, naturally the effects were much better!

There's an old saying: in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are illusory.

Right now, between the two fishing spots, such was the state.

Steal the fish back with frequency? Not possible until his PIUS fortified yeast rice was all eaten up.

The subsequent part of the competition transformed into a flamboyant fish-catching show by Lin Yang; every bite, the float dived in a deeply satisfying manner, exciting the live viewers as one Crucian Carp after another was pulled ashore.

At four fifty, an hour and twenty minutes had elapsed since they began competing, and Zhang Qiang held back his frustration, having pulled with increased frequency for over an hour.

Using his old-style, heavy, and clumsy rod, his arms were already sore and numb, but the float was like it was thrown into a water tank at home, unmoving, without even a small fish causing a ripple.

"How can there be no fish at all! Lin Yang, did you tamper with the fishing spot?" Zhang Qiang deliberately picked a quarrel.

"Tampering? I came after you, and besides, the spot was decided spontaneously. What you're saying doesn't make sense, does it?" Lin Yang replied with narrowed eyes.

"Then why is there not a single fish in my spot, while you're continuously catching them? I pulled for over an hour with no effect!"

Zhang Qiang was desperate and irrational with frustration.

"The reason is simple, your bait and fishing spot are no good."

"Impossible! My yeast rice and..." In his haste, Zhang Qiang almost revealed that his bait was the same type as Lin Yang's, but he caught himself mid-sentence.

"You don't believe it? In front of so many viewers here in the live stream, how about we test it? If you're going to lose, you might as well be thoroughly convinced."

"How do we test it?"

"Move your tackle box next to me, try fishing my spot with your bait," Lin Yang suggested enticingly.

The fishing spot was teeming with fish, surely a crowd of them underwater, any bait thrown in would surely be fiercely hit.

"Let's test it, then. I really don't believe in bad luck!" Zhang Qiang immediately agreed, picking up his tackle box and sitting next to Lin Yang, angling toward Lin Yang's spot.

But what happened next left Zhang Qiang dumbfounded.

Following the entry of two baits, the float quickly turned and slowly sank to the bottom.

The anticipated biting action didn't occur; after casting three rods, it was the same each time. The fish underwater just wouldn't bite Zhang Qiang's bait!

"Tsk tsk, Boss Zhang, it seems like the fish don't really like your bait. Why not try mine? Spare yourself finding more excuses."

Lin Yang casually handed over a lump of bait the size of a date to Zhang Qiang.

Such a large lump of bait could be used two or three times for hooking; it was sufficient for testing.

Zhang Qiang, still skeptical, rolled two pea-sized balls of bait onto the hooks and cast them into the water.

This time there was a bite; the float had only just settled when a sharp tug occurred, but Zhang Qiang, stunned, failed to lift the rod, and the remaining fishing targets were quickly blacked out.