Yesterday afternoon, Old Yu was drinking tea in his shop and chatting with Zhang Qiang about the last time he was next to Lin Yang.
Yu Yitong bluffed about Lin Yang's skills to avoid his own embarrassment. It was not too exaggerated. He just guessed wildly about many details he didn't understand and added subjective guesses, but after all, the catch was real.
In another field, Zhang Qiang might have been impressed, but when it came to fishing, there was really no one in Jiangdong City he acknowledged as his superior.
Even losing to Lin Yang twice in a row last time did not convince him because he thought Lin Yang had an unfair advantage due to different bait, believing that if they used the same bait, he might not necessarily lose.
According to his calculation, a young angler in his twenties, even if he began fishing at about ten years old, how many years of fishing experience could he have?
Most of it, at least eighty percent, was luck.