Chapter 40: Targeting Us? You've Crashed onto the Aircraft Carrier Deck!
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"..." Jiang Fan felt like hitting someone.
With a 400-point strength boost and over twenty years of experience behind his strike, he wondered if the opponent could even withstand it!
Unfortunately, the rule of law protected them.
“Brother Fan, they look down on us. Judging by the names on their uniforms, they seem to be from the Storm Club,” Zhou Hong said, stroking his chin as he contemplated how to deal with them.
At that moment, Jiang Fan had an idea. “Ahem, let’s not be petty. Here’s the deal: if anyone meets a Storm Club player during the competition, I’ll give them ten packs of Wild Battle Blue Crucian bait to use for ground baiting!”
Ten packs?!
With the scent of that Wild Battle Blue Crucian—Dragon King Warrior Edition bait, it was basically a plan to ensure the other side wouldn’t catch a single fish!
Zhou Hong, Huang Mao, and Ma Dongdong memorized this well.
No more of that nonsense Storm Fishing Club nonsense—if you run into them, you’re out in the first round!
...
Soon, the Douyin Fishing Cup tournament held its opening ceremony.
After more than half an hour, the ceremony concluded.
The first round of the competition then began.
Jiang Fan and his team signed in, then drew lots for their fishing spots.
Jiang Fan drew spot number 100 at the third fishing venue.
He Qiang and Zhou Hong were assigned to other venues.
Just as Jiang Fan was about to head to the third venue, Zhou Hong, Huang Mao, and Ma Dongdong approached him.
“Brother Fan, it seems we’ve been set up by the capitalists,” Zhou Hong said.
“Look, it’s supposed to be a random draw, but by some tiny chance, all the seats beside us belong to Storm Club players!”
“Damn! So unlucky! Clearly they’re targeting us. Could He Qiang have a grudge against the Storm Club? We were just walking with him, and they immediately sent people to mess with us,” Huang Mao added.
“Yeah, this is obviously a capitalist scheme!” Ma Dongdong agreed.
Jiang Fan smiled. “What’s there to fear? The tournament’s fair and just, and with the Wild Battle Blue Crucian Dragon King Warrior Edition bait, let’s see if they can catch any fish!”
He then pulled out thirty packs of the bait from his bag and handed them to the three.
Their eyes widened. “Brother Fan, since when did you have so much bait in your bag?!”
Jiang Fan shrugged. “Don’t sweat the details.”
“Remember, throw all of it into the water for ground baiting. Let them sit next to us and see how they catch fish!”
Zhou Hong, Huang Mao, and Ma Dongdong nodded enthusiastically and hurried off.
Jiang Fan chuckled softly. “Targeting us? You just ran into an aircraft carrier deck!”
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Meanwhile, in a certain lounge, Song Rentou, the owner of the Storm Fishing Club, sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, cursing.
“Damn cripple! You refuse our invitation to join, huh?”
“Look at my latest high-tech bait research! If your crippled friend can catch a fish, I, Song Rentou, will change my name to Song Coffin!”
At that moment, someone entered and reported, “Boss Song, I’ve already informed the venue director. Our people are all arranged right beside them.”
Song Rentou beamed. “Ha ha ha, excellent, excellent! Let’s finish them off!”
...
Jiang Fan arrived at the third fishing venue.
By now, most of the competitors had arrived.
Many veteran anglers were chatting.
Some boasted about their records this year.
Others bragged about their impressive rods.
But when Jiang Fan appeared carrying a rebar fishing rod, all eyes turned to him instantly.
“Whoa, what material is that fishing rod made of?”
“Looks like rebar steel…”
“I’ve always seen online jokes about fishing with rebar, but is today the day I actually see it?!”
“Look at that! He even brought a two-meter-diameter fish basket?!”
“Damn! That’s a huge basket. Is he here to compete or to make a joke?”
“Who is this guy? Anyone know him?”
“From the name on the seat 100, it seems to be Jiang Fan…”
“Jiang Fan? Ever heard of him?”
“Hearing that name, it’s obvious he’s no threat!”
One angler laughed. “Ha ha, yeah. If you’re talking skill, who beats Master Luo? He’s a first-class competitive angler with our national fishing association!”
Master Luo smiled. “Right back at you, Master Zheng!”
Master Zheng chuckled. “Ha ha, the two of us, both first-class competitive anglers, sitting on either side of him—this guy’s luck is seriously bad!”
The two exchanged sly smiles.
Clearly, Master Luo and Master Zheng were from the Storm Fishing Club.
They had been placed beside Jiang Fan specifically to use their high-tech bait to lure all the fish away from spot 100, hoping Jiang Fan would catch nothing and be eliminated in the first round.
...
Jiang Fan examined their uniforms and confirmed they were Storm Club players.
He immediately opened ten packs of bait and threw them all into the water for ground baiting.
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In no time, fish from spots 99 and 101 swam over to spot 100.
Even fish from other spots began to gather there!
Meanwhile, Master Luo and Master Zheng remained oblivious, smugly mixing their own bait concoctions and pouring them into the water.
Minutes later, the host’s voice announced the start of the third competition.
“The first round of this fishing tournament will begin in three minutes. All competitors, please take your assigned spots. When the whistle blows, the competition officially starts!”
“The duration of this round is three hours. Scoring is based on fish weight; the highest score ranks the highest.”
“Those ranked within the top 500 will advance to tomorrow’s second round. Competitors, please be seated promptly.”
“Beep!!”
Three minutes later, the referee’s whistle blew.
Master Zheng and Master Luo looked eagerly at Jiang Fan, ready to watch him fail to catch any fish.
But the situation was nothing like they imagined...
No, it wasn’t just a little different—it was completely opposite!
Jiang Fan picked up his rebar rod, baited the hook, and cast.
Within two seconds, he reeled in a three-pound tilapia!
Then another of two pounds, then three and a half, four, five...
“What the hell?!”
“Master Luo, did you pour all the bait onto his spot? How is he catching so many fish? And each one bigger than the last!”
Master Luo looked confused. “No, I poured it on my own spot…”
Master Zheng said, “Could it be our Storm Club’s high-tech bait has failed?!”
Master Luo said, “Forget it, just keep fishing. If time runs out and we’re out, that’s trouble.”
The two began fishing, but after a long wait, not a single fish bit.
Meanwhile, Jiang Fan kept reeling them in!
He even hooked a gigantic one, currently fighting on the line!
A giant fish in this black pit?
Jiang Fan was thrilled.
“A super giant! Definitely over 300 pounds!”
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