After knowing Brother Cheng is a big shot, a few newly-met fishing buddies at the table noticeably became more respectful towards him.
However, Zhang Yang remained neither overly enthusiastic nor indifferent, maintaining the same state of conversation, modest yet courteous as before.
The outdoor meal with food and drink was quickly finished, and after greeting Brother Cheng and the others, Zhang Yang took out a napkin to wipe his mouth, then stood up to return to his fishing spot.
Having drunk a little, his whole body warmed up, and after returning to the fishing deck, Zhang Yang went back to casting his rod methodically.
After changing the bait and casting it into the fishing spot, Zhang Yang turned his head and greeted the fishing friend next door who didn't join the meal: "Hey, did you get any bites?"
The other person replied, "I caught two fish! But the bites are slow!"
"Oh, oh!" Zhang Yang nodded, roughly making a judgment in his mind.
