After selling the fish at the market and dividing the profits, Zhang Yang followed the usual routine and gave half of the earnings to Xiao Yi, then everyone returned home.
The whole day of intense fishing drained Zhang Yang's energy greatly, so after dinner, he quickly washed up and went to his room to rest. The drowsiness set in, and he soon fell asleep.
Early the next morning, around four o'clock, Zhang Yang's five o'clock alarm hadn't sounded yet, but his phone rang first.
Zhang Yang, still sleepy-eyed, grabbed the phone on the bedside and pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Not awake yet? It's Old Zhao!"
"Huh? What's going on?" Hearing Old Zhao's voice, Zhang Yang became a bit more awake.
