The first fish-fight of the afternoon hadn't finished yet when Hu Changsheng stopped midway to try Wang Xiaomin's method.
Using a sieve to eliminate the fine powder, he opened the loose powder with large broken bait and tried it out after a busy while. Goodness, the nest was quickly set up, and those slippery old fish really entered the nest to eat the bait.
"This fish-fight is impossible to play!"
Looking at the dense fish stars in the nest, Hu Changsheng felt a surge of powerlessness, a sense of being hit by a dimensional reduction attack, shattering his understanding of the slippery fish pit's situation.
"Hehe, don't be like that. Your fish-fight isn't over yet! Are you surrendering now?" Wang Xiaomin grinned, his expression and eyes like a cunning country old man.
"A bet is a bet! I'm convinced, utterly and completely! You, this guy, have given me too many surprises!" Hu Changsheng waved his hand, putting down his rod very dejectedly.
