His eyes visible, he saw Lin Yang quietly adjusting his float in the corner from a distance. He shrank his neck and pretended not to see him, walking to the other side.
A few minutes later, Zhang Qiang took a phone call and left.
However, he soon returned, carrying a rod bag and gear, and this time he was followed by an angler dressed much more professionally.
It was Wu Tian, the expert angler whom Zhang Qiang had consulted over the phone after deserting last time.
"Qiangzi, has that Lin Yang you mentioned arrived?" Wu Tian whispered as soon as he set down the fishing gear.
Zhang Qiang nodded subtly and discreetly pointed to the corner where Lin Yang was sitting, "The little white face sitting over there is him."
Wu Tian nodded and subtly scanned him a few times.
Anglers who often participate in competitions definitely have higher standards than the average fisherman.