Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 60 The Empty Small Drug Market

"Isn’t it just five fish? Hard to catch up?" Zhang Yang cast his line into the bait spot again, squinting as he glanced at Lang Junfeng and Xiao Mao.

This time, the master and apprentice duo fell silent.

Xiao Mao was confused, not sure what had happened, while the old Lang was similarly slow to react, having long forgotten the golden advice his senior had given about maintaining rhythm and frequency.

Zhang Yang, having caught up with Lang Junfeng’s catch next door, didn’t stop and continued casting with explosive speed, grabbing bites and catching fish.

A large amount of bait kept the spot super atomized, drawing the fish to a high position with small particles of bait, many bites coming right when the bobber flipped high.

Zhang Yang judged from this that the fish layer had already been lifted 40-50 centimeters from the bottom.

In the columnar, three-dimensional atomized bait spot, from the bottom to fifty centimeters high, how many fish could gather there? It was quite terrifying to think about!

All this was the result of Zhang Yang’s relentless casting and gathering fish after he started his rod. If not for Xiao Mao’s mockery, Zhang Yang would have held back a bit longer, but now it seemed unnecessary; the fish activity was even more intense than he had anticipated.

After several casts with no bites, Lang Junfeng felt uncomfortable. Next to him, Zhang Yang kept catching fish, already eight fish in, while Lang Junfeng still had no bites.

Fishing is like ancient warfare; it’s easy to win with the wind at your back, but once the fish activity turns against you, it’s hard to adjust back!

The earlier fish escape and bait explosion were fatal; the fish gathered at the bait point at the beginning had scared away at least seven or eight, leaving the spot empty, strange to have any bites.

Lang Junfeng realized that his mistake had a significant impact. The bowling ball bait was cast more than ten times in a row without improvement. Then he made yet another decision that Zhang Yang saw as a complete misstep.

Change rods! From three meters six, switched to the prepared five meters four!

Previously mentioned, during the fish-grabbing period, a short rod is much more efficient for catching newly introduced fast fish than a long rod. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

If the old Lang could maintain a quick tempo and continue short rod casting to gather fish, he might have had a chance to struggle in the second half, especially since there was always a bait spot gathering fish at a distant point.

But now with no bites nearby, switching directly to a distant point meant completely abandoning the fish near the close spot, rendering the bait laid down in the early stage completely wasted!

The subsequent fishing conditions for the old Lang matched Zhang Yang’s predictions once again.

Having switched to the long rod, the old Lang caught four fish from the bait point, then the fish bites slowed again, and there was no more activity.

Meanwhile, next to him, Zhang Yang continued to maintain an ultra-high casting frequency and bait volume.

He caught more and more fish, and the bites became faster and faster, moving from catching a dozen or so fish in a row to a burst chain!

"What did I say earlier? First round is baby fat! Kid, are you convinced now?" Zhang Yang said with full confidence.

Xiao Mao’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

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Seeing the nine fish in the fish net, there was no suspense; in today’s fishing, Lang Junfeng was once again at a loss!

Last time, sitting next to Zhang Yang, he got beaten, yet Old Lang didn’t mock him, and Zhang Yang didn’t say much.

This time was different; eager to open rods with good bites, apprentice Xiao Mao stirred up resentment, resulting in Zhang Yang’s relentless face-slapping, each fish caught felt like a burning slap on Old Lang’s face.

After such a small wave, Old Lang left earlier today; by not even nine, Lang Junfeng was packing up with a sullen face, leaving only those nine fish in the net when he departed.

What magic little medicines, what top-notch techniques – facing an overwhelming player like Zhang Yang, once again, he met with failure!

Old Lang left early, but his companions who came fishing with him didn’t leave, and soon someone noticed that the team leader was shut down again by Zhang Yang.

Many started to wonder, could Zhang Yang’s bait really be that incredible? It’s unreasonable, even taking down a veteran like Lang Junfeng?

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While Zhang Yang triumphs in the northern midsection, Qian Wenbo on the southern bank performed equally well today.

The base bait remained his own mixed Maru Kyu formula bait, and after adding sweet famine food, the bite clearly improved; with Old Zhao and Wang Jun on either side, the three had similar casting frequencies and understood the fish situation equally well.

Their bait spots, taking turns to catch fish, gradually lost bite, and their catches didn’t differ much.

In the end, Qian Wenbo caught 71 pounds, Old Zhao 68 pounds, Wang Jun 64 pounds, the difference only a few fish, essentially a tie.

And when the battle ended, Zhang Yang’s side caught 145 pounds, breaking the previous record again and leading by a large margin!

After the fishing ended, the three followed the usual routine, driving to get some authentic grilled skewers.

As soon as Zhang Yang got in the car, Old Zhao, who was driving, couldn’t hold back.

"Little Zhang, I think the little medicine Qian Wenbo used was quite effective! Tonight, sitting next to me and Wang Jun, the two of us didn’t get any advantage. Could you get some too?"

"Little medicine? Sweet famine food?" Zhang Yang casually mentioned, not taking it too seriously.

"What food?"

"Sweet famine food! That little medicine is called sweet famine food! Our bait already has an appetizing base aroma flavor, no need to add such little medicines!"

"I don’t care what it’s called, I feel it’s still useful!

You didn’t think so, fishing this rod pond is like the Cold War arms race between the US and Russia!

Spending money just for the thrill, as long as it works, anglers don’t mind the cost! You could have some extra income, why not?"

Hearing the word ’money’, Zhang Yang rarely pondered.

Actually, with his high understanding of fishing, he didn’t think much of the role of little medicines, as the brocade carp formula bait contained a base aroma type that was not inferior to sweet famine food.

But Old Zhao’s point was valid, who wouldn’t want their bait to be effective?

Fishing little medicines are inherently profitable, and at this stage, his focus was on quickly making money and accumulating his first bucket of gold; this was a great product type, unexplored in the community yet, and if he could capitalize on this, it would greatly benefit the shop’s profit!

"Alright, I’ll check the market later, if there’s stock, I’ll get some for us to use, and sell in the shop!"

"That’s the way! Effective and profitable, that’s the king’s way!" Old Zhao eagerly anticipated when he heard Zhang Yang agree to get some.

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Thinking about the little medicine, Zhang Yang called the Sinda store manager to place an order early the next morning.

However, after a simple inquiry, the answer surprised Zhang Yang a little.

None!

Not only did Sinda not have it, but neither did any of the ten-plus stores at the Guangfeng fishing gear wholesale market! Even large out-of-town wholesalers working with Sinda didn’t have it!

At the time, the little medicine category was still a blank in fishing gear! Upon receiving the news, Zhang Yang was stunned.

But upon second thought, he quickly came to terms with it.

The Chinese Fishing Association, just established in January 2012, had only just begun the formal competitive fishing sport.

Paid fishing ponds were also in the initial stages, and little medicine wasn’t really used in wild fishing, without the soil, the market naturally couldn’t grow.

Zhang Yang didn’t have channels for importing little medicines, so trying to get stock and sell like Old Lang was impossible in the short term.

But this wouldn’t stump him; while purely chemically mixed little medicines were beyond him for now, creating an artificial "little medicine" was still within his capabilities!

Zhang Yang envisioned a classic black pond carp fishing additive product.

Brown sugar!