Seeing Zhang Yang's move, Zhu Wentao's mind went blank with a buzz.
What's going on? A thick rod, attaching a blocking needle, what's this plan?
Directly unloading fish with the blocking needle? These aren't small fish weighing a few ounces, they're carp starting at over two pounds. Just yesterday, I saw them release the carp here with my own eyes.
Zhu Wentao noticed the anomaly in Zhang Yang's equipment. On the other side, Liu Yingxiong also noticed the details on Zhang Yang's side. Old Liu had a slightly more advanced technical perspective than Zhu Wentao and realized that Zhang Yang was not following conventional methods.
"Hey, Mr. Zhang Yang! You're using a thick rod and a blocking needle, are you planning to directly unload the fish with a blocking needle?" Liu Yingxiong asked casually.
Zhang Yang grinned, putting on a pair of small deer leather gloves used for rock fishing with his left hand, and then said unhurriedly, "Just messing around, no need to worry!"
