"Tsk, just hearing the way you talk, I can tell we're not on the same level! The difference in fish yield is just a matter of whether you go ashore or into the water when the fish return, at most you lose a little money! But using the Flying Kicking method, looking cool is a lifelong thing!"

"+1 to the guy above, if black pit fishing isn't about showing off, then the fish yield becomes utterly meaningless!"

...

The battle on the field still continued, and unknowingly, three hours had already passed.

Zhang Yang switched to a third fish keeper, still maintaining a terrifying pace of catching a fish every forty to fifty seconds at least.

The fish bites slowed down just a little, and Zhang Yang would immediately adjust with the next cast, giving up on grabbing bites and adding a few more bait spots, trying to maintain the overall density of the fish school in the area as much as possible.

Zhu Wentao, also known as the 800-pound brother, felt like he was sitting on a hot plate now, unwilling to sit there for even a second longer.

But as someone who came from afar to challenge the venue, he couldn't just get up and leave. The last bit of dignity as a big man held him up, enduring the onlookers' commentary and criticisms which demeaned him to worthlessness without having the chance to retort.

Slowly, as the competition continued, the fish bites of the three anglers on the north bank also began to slow down.

When the competition reached the last half hour, only Zhang Yang was still catching fish in the entire pit.

From the time he switched to the third fish keeper until now, just an hour had passed, and Zhang Yang had already filled two sections of the third fish keeper.

Currently, there are large-capacity black pit big belly mesh fish keepers on the market, so everyone was using brand competition fish keepers that are thickened and weighted.

Two sections in the fish keeper, at least over a hundred pounds.

Aside from his normal cast and retrieval routine, Zhang Yang also occasionally watched the situation on the field with his peripheral vision. After noticing the opposite side also gradually stopped catching, Zhang Yang looked down to check the time.

Beijing time, 11:32, with twenty-eight minutes left until the four-hour fish tagging ends.

"Phew, I'm a bit tired. How about we end the tagging early? It's already 11:30, and the guys are waiting to eat lunch!"

Zhang Yang, without any prior buildup, straightforwardly and directly spoke to Zhu Wentao.

Zhu Wentao was slightly startled, not quite comprehending.

Others indeed had no bites, but Zhang Yang was still catching fish consecutively. And now he's planning to call it off and end it?

With his own bait spot extinguished, Zhu Wentao, to divert his attention, occasionally stared at the bobber next to Zhang Yang.

Up until now, Zhang Yang's bobber couldn't properly settle to the bottom.

Zhu Wentao judged that bites would stably connect to fish at about ten centimeters from the bottom, indicating that the fish layer in the spot was still very high with incredible density.

In such circumstances, Zhang Yang unexpectedly offered to end the tagging early?

"Huh? Hm?" Zhu Wentao subconsciously responded.

"I said, why not call it early? I've noticed no bites on the opposite side! Tagging is just about deciding the outcome, there's no point in continuing, and it's a private pond anyway! The price difference isn't calculated like regular black pit fishing returns!" Zhang Yang calmly smiled and explained.

"Alright, whatever you say! Old Liu and I have stopped getting bites for a while now! There's no point insisting any longer!" Zhu Wentao straightforwardly agreed.

"Good!" Zhang Yang nodded.

After three seconds, Zhang Yang put down the fishing rod and stood up from his fishing box: "Brothers on the north bank, let's call it early, shall we? I've confirmed with Xiao Zhu here, what do you guys think?"

Across the pond, Wu Dong was the only one, having been crushed by the two guys to the point of exhaustion, eager for the tagging to end early, he couldn't care less, and as for Han Qiang on Zhang Yang's side, he certainly wouldn't pick on Zhang Yang.

"Let's call it! Bites have stopped on our side!"

The six quickly reached a consensus, simultaneously abandoning their fishing and standing up to stretch their muscles.

"Brother Meng, it's your job now! Please handle the fish yield tally for everyone!" Zhang Yang once again called out to Meng Xiangqiu, the venue owner.

"Alright! I've got cold drinks waiting for you by the prefab house entrance! After being under the scorching sun all morning, feel free to rest in the shade, the rest of the work, the guys will handle it!"

With a big wave of his hand from Meng Xiangqiu, the venue staff immediately picked up baskets and electronic scales to begin tallying the fish yields.

The black pit fishing venue with over 300 pounds of actual fish release per person and the fish bites so aggressive, everyone had a decent haul in their fish keepers.

Zhu Wentao and Liu Yingxiong both snagged quite a few fish at the start, each using two fish keepers, and the second keeper ran out of room soon after due to the fish stop biting, so they were far from full.

Soon the fish yields were tallied with help from water friends and staff.

Zhu Wentao, 259 pounds.

Liu Yingxiong, 244 pounds.

Wu Dong: 204 pounds.

Wang Yan: 313 pounds.

Zhou Chu: 291 pounds.

The final act, Zhang Yang, with a yield of 628 pounds.

One person's yield outweighed the two guys challenging across the pond combined. Had he fished the entire four-hour tagging window, one person's yield could probably match three people altogether.

As for the total weight, the gap was even larger; the challenging trio, 707 pounds total fish yield. And Zhang Yang's side, 1232 pounds, an almost crushing absolute advantage.

"Wow, you guys fished quite a bit this morning, altogether released 2057 pounds of fish, adding the old fish in the pond, at most just over 2500 pounds, and your six caught a total of 1939 pounds! Almost all the released fish are out!"

Having tallied the final result, Meng Xiangqiu announced to everyone, expressing great admiration.

Zhang Yang grinned and pulled out some cigarettes to pass around, saying with a laugh, "It's thanks to Brother Meng's quality fish release! Every bite like a three-objective hit, aggressively chomping away!"

Meng Xiangqiu took a cigarette, lit it, and continued, "Well, do you guys have any ceremonies or something for the fish tagging?

If not, how about we all head to the grove behind the prefab house? I already arranged the lunch dishes in advance, just need to cook, in over half an hour at most, we can start eating!"

The implication is simple; it was agreed before the tagging, whoever loses covers the venue fee. Old Meng choosing to remind them now is to prevent anyone from backing out. If they drink too much later at lunch and play dead, it would be difficult to sort out.

On hearing this, Zhu Wentao immediately said, "We admit defeat this time fishing out, our group has gained quite the experience! How much is the venue fee? We won't back out; let's stick to the agreement!"

"Xiao Zhang, was that the arrangement?" Old Meng glanced at Zhang Yang.

"Yes!"

"Then I'll quote the price!

Long-time black pit players, you know the market. 2000 pounds of pure fresh top-grade fish stocked, once they pass a hook, the price difference costs about one and a half per pound in depreciation.

I'll round off the fish release; let's say 3000!

Adding venue fees and worker costs, for Zhang and his old friends' sake, I'll keep it at a thousand! Total, four thousand yuan, cash or card?"

Credit where it's due, that wasn't a bad quote from Old Meng!

The depreciation cost for releasing fresh fish is a market norm, whoever releases the fish, the fish come at four or five yuan per pound, sell for a little over three, with more than a one yuan price differential. Just the fish caught by six people totaled over 1900 pounds, undoubtedly more than 2000 pounds of fish.

As for a thousand yuan venue fee, it's quite fair too—a full day's pond closure for restocking, and today being busy from morning till now, one boss and two assistants, a thousand yuan venue fee is definitely reasonable!

"Alright, card it is!" said Zhu Wentao, who drove a big pickup, naturally not bothered by a few thousand yuan, quickly agreeing to pay after hearing the price.

While the expenses were being sorted out, Wang Yan, holding a live streaming rig, walked over.

"Boss, the fishing's done, but the stream isn't over! The water friends in the live room watched since the start till now, waiting for you to give everyone a lecture!

How about it? Say a few words to the brothers? Live room brothers, let's see those lollipops, show me your enthusiasm!"

Once Wang Yan got in the groove, he immediately warmed up, enthusiastically greeting, the public screen instantly filled with all sorts of lollipop emojis.