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Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Organize 10 People to Sign Up
In less than ten minutes, Diao Changhe called.
"Old Zhao, if you can help coordinate ten anglers for the main event, I’ll put in more fish for everyone, what do you think..."
"Ten people? That’s easy, leave it to me!"
When Zhao Bingguang heard this condition, he thought it was simple. Just among the anglers he knows on the field, there are more than ten. Just a matter of making a call!
"About the fishing fee..."
"Don’t worry, I’ll organize ten anglers at one hundred and twenty each, making a total of twelve hundred. If we’re short on people, however short we are, I’ll cover the difference!"
"President Zhao, you’re straightforward! It’s settled then, I’ll contact the fish supplier right away!"
"Don’t get too happy just yet. I’ve agreed to your terms, but there’s something I need to clarify!
The fish we put must be okay, just like those vocal carp from the last event; if the quality isn’t good, we won’t be digging you out of this hole! Don’t put me in a position where I call the people over and you can’t supply the fish, or I’ll take the blame!"
"Relax, they’re the same fish as last time, guaranteed quality! We release the fish right in front of the anglers; the skins, the quality, everyone can see it, no way to fool them! Even though I’m not the most reliable, I’ve got integrity about this!"
"Alright, it’s settled! Get contacting, and we’ll come over tomorrow afternoon!"
"Okay!"
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After hanging up, Old Zhao immediately took out his phone and called several more anglers one by one. However, for the subsequent calls, Old Zhao intentionally adjusted his wording.
He didn’t organize the anglers under his own name but rather borrowed the name of Zhang Yang’s fishing tackle shop, so in the minds of the anglers, it was like Zhang Yang was organizing the event, thereby enhancing Zhang Yang’s reputation.
With the event organized by Mingyang Tackle, Old Zhao was responsible for overseeing the fish situation, the fees were increased, and so was the fish stock.
After making the call, as expected, everyone wasn’t bothered by the forty extra bucks for the fee and agreed to enroll. The ten slots were quickly filled.
With this sorted, Diao Changhe quickly followed up, increasing the fish stock from five hundred pounds to eight hundred pounds and pre-ordering the number, just waiting for the fish to arrive the next day.
This time, the three of Zhang Yang and his friends, having the experience of reserving fishing spots, had Wang Jun drive ahead near noon to secure their spots.
The three of them secured their spots along the middle of the north and south banks, just waiting for the evening to fish officially.
To maintain the mystery of their techniques and bait from outsiders, Zhang Yang and his friends did not prepare their bait on-site but prepared it in large basins at the shop beforehand, bringing it in convenient bags to the fishing ground.
Each person had three pounds of fish bait, mixed by Zhang Yang, enough with three pounds of ground bait for such a fish amount per person!
In the afternoon at five, Old Zhao drove Zhang Yang to the Oil House Fishing Ground once more.
Upon arrival, Zhang Yang vaguely sensed that today’s atmosphere was a bit different from last time.
Wherever he went, there were familiar anglers greeting him. Just after he put down the fishing box, several anglers came over.
"Hey, are you Zhang Yang? I’m with Liu Shulin and the others, Old Liu will be here later. Did Old Zhao say today’s event was organized by you with the pit owner? Should we pay you the fee or directly to the owner?"
Zhang Yang nodded: "Pay me! I’ll coordinate everyone’s registration! This time, we have cooperative terms with Old Diao for stocking the fish, right? Zhao has informed everyone?
We’re organizing ten people on our side! Don’t worry about others, I’ll be responsible for those ten!"
"Got it, then we’ll pay you the fishing fee!"
"Alright!"
Soon, they handed over their fishing fees to Zhang Yang. Including Zhang Yang’s own three slots, quickly collecting from the ten people.
Besides the ten anglers arranged by Old Zhao, hearing that more fish were being stocked, the number of anglers who came for the main event today wasn’t reduced.
With an hour and a half to go before the start of fishing, over twenty people were already at the fishing ground. In Zhang Yang’s estimate, there would definitely be more people today than last time, not fewer.
Sure enough, come five-thirty, there were twenty-eight anglers at the fishing ground, and from what Old Zhao said, some "experts" from downtown heard about the fish stocking and came over.
When Zhang Yang heard about these so-called fishing experts mentioned by Old Zhao, he couldn’t help but remain calm.
Even at a national level, his current fishing skills are top-tier. In terms of understanding fishing, Zhang Yang isn’t undermined at all.
Another ten minutes passed, and at five-forty, the fish truck arrived!
Hearing the truck pulling in, Zhang Yang and Old Zhao stood and walked over to the fish truck.
Regarding the fish quality, Diao Changhe didn’t play any tricks. Eight hundred pounds of fish, filled into seven and a half baskets, the total number was measured by Zhang Yang and company one basket at a time. The total fish stocked was eight hundred and fifteen pounds, even a few more than announced.
The fish were still of the same quality as last event, with satisfactory quality, skin, size, and vitality; Zhang Yang handed the ten anglers’ fees to Diao Changhe, marking the agreement to organize the fishing successfully fulfilled.
Seeing that despite the increased fishing fees, more anglers arrived, Diao Changhe was even more thrilled!
Payback was achieved on the same day; anything afterward was profit. More fish meant more catch, and just the difference of three hundred pounds of fish at fifty cents per pound meant a profit of one hundred and fifty yuan more.
Diao Changhe was so happy that his mouth almost reached the back of his head, handing out cigarettes to everyone, not at all like his usual penny-pinching self.
Back at the fishing spot, Zhao Bingguang turned to Zhang Yang: "Should we continue with the same strategy as last time today? Short rods, rapid ground baiting?"
Zhang Yang sat at the spot he had set up last time, and when asked by Old Zhao, he instinctively glanced at the water in front, thought for a moment, then had a plan.
Zhang Yang proposed: "Why don’t we both fish one spot?
With more fish today and fast fish conditions, two of us working together might be better than each having our own spot!
But there’s one condition I need to state up front: We must be steady when lifting the pole, making sure not to startle the fish by bombing or letting fish escape by excessive movements, and you’ll need to follow my pace on catching, not fishing randomly!"
"Fine! I’ll follow your lead today; however, you arrange, I’ll execute! I won’t mess with things on my own!"
"Great, then let’s adjust our fishing boxes toward the center! Making the spot around the center point!"
"Alright!"
Soon, the two adjusted their fishing boxes slightly, sorted the angles, and patiently waited for the boss to signal the start of fishing!
Across from them, Wang Jun watched the two moving their boxes, looking puzzled.
Why wouldn’t they fish directly ahead but instead start fishing one spot together? What kind of method is that?
At six-twenty, all the anglers were in position, and at Diao Changhe’s command, fishing started ten minutes early!
Hearing the call, the small reservoir at the Oil House Fishing Ground was again filled with the sounds of baits plunging into the water, most anglers still using the throw-the-ground-bait method, the sound of bait balls splashing into the water one after another.
