As Zhang Yang walked to the fish truck, he felt someone pull him from behind.
He turned around to see Wang Yan, whom he had met earlier that afternoon, grinning at him with his big teeth.
Zhang Yang thought Wang Yan was merely greeting him, so he nodded in response, but the next moment he heard Wang Yan mumbling.
"Hey, Zhang!"
"What's up? Something you need?" Zhang Yang asked.
"You're not fishing tonight, right? Can you help me out?"
"I'm not fishing tonight. Tell me what you need..."
"Can you teach me some fishing tricks tonight? Using your usual methods. I made a bet with Old Han on who could catch more fish, so I need your technical guidance."
Zhang Yang came to the fishing spot to check the quality of the fish and chat with familiar customers and fellow anglers. Wang Yan's request didn't really conflict with his plans.
