"Will two hundred plus pounds be enough?" Hearing this news, Zhang Yang's mouth curled up again.
"What do you think? The southern shore has deep water and the fish grab period is shorter. It's usually a hundred yuan cheaper to fish here!" The captain of the fish collection team explained knowingly.
"Oh, oh!" Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly.
Just at this moment, a young man responsible for pulling up the fish net whispered, "Yang, it seems like the fish net is caught on the bottom! Can't pull it up!"
Hearing this familiar issue of the fish net being stuck, Zhang Yang almost burst into laughter.
Zhang Yang quickly said, "Haha, it's not stuck at the bottom, just too many fish. Scoop some out and it'll be fine! Didn't we scoop once yesterday at Bridge No. 155, already forgotten so soon!"
"Ah, it's you! I remember you, yesterday's pit champion!"
The young man recognized him and looked at Zhang Yang with admiration.
