In the next few days, the business in Zhang Yang's shop was not affected by the failure of the recent fishing competition. The sales of the main formula bait and the special black sugar paste remained stable.
The incident where Zhang Yang and his two friends were sabotaged seemed to pass by quietly, and Zhang Yang never mentioned it again during their tea sessions.
In the blink of an eye, another three days passed, and it was time for another official fishing competition. Before reserving a spot, Zhang Yang gathered Old Zhao and Wang Jun together.
"Let's go quickly? It's getting late, and the good spots will be gone if we're late!" Wang Jun said habitually.
Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head: "This time, let's go early, but don't rush for a spot! I need you and Brother Zhao to confirm something for me!"
"Why so polite? Just say what you want to do!"
Zhang Yang glanced over the shop entrance to make sure no one was around, then lowered his voice and muttered a few words.
