"Shit, first place!"
"Front row seats!"
"Has the fishing started, Brother Feng? How's it going today?"
Yue Feng: "Hello guys, I'm Yue Feng! We're back at Winter Fishing Hall for some regular fishing today. We've got 5000 pounds of fish, 880 tickets, and a full house of 20 anglers. We're in luck, I drew a great spot - position 10 on the broad side! A little calculation, and it looks like I'm set to land a catch today!"
"Holy crap, a spot on the broad side! That position's great, Brother Feng can turn the corner and land a catch even in a normal spot, but on the broad side, it's like picking up money with your eyes closed!"
"Winter Fishing Hall's format is so innovative. They started broadcasting live, and I mentioned it to the owner of our local Black Pit. He's quite interested and has already started construction. In about twenty days or so, we'll have a place to play too!"
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, are you still using elastic-wrapped Doughballs as bait today?"
