"What grudge is this, why make it so big!" He Wenlong furrowed his eyebrows once again; Yue Feng didn't mention these details during lunch.
"Buddy, do you know who this guy next to me is?" Zhao Dezong glanced at Yue Feng and pointed at Zhou Tao, who was dressed like a fisherman.
"I'm sorry, this is the first time I'm meeting him; I don't recognize him!"
"His name is Zhou Tao, has quite a reputation in our W city fishing circles! Last year's East Mountain Province river fishing Champion! He has been chasing competitions this year and might even become a Third Level Competitive Fishing Master by the end of the year," Zhao Dezong proudly introduced.
"Oh, that's great, nice to meet you; please take care of me!" Yue Feng, neither humble nor haughty, nodded at him as a form of greeting.
"I heard you opened a fishing gear store yourself?" Zhou Tao was quite proud, and his tone when talking to Yue Feng was anything but polite—it had a condescending quality to it.