Since the fishing spot opened until now, fish have been released five or six times, but this is the first time the fish in the pond haven't bit at all.
Quite a few anglers who are here for the first time are getting restless, and some are even shouting for a refund.
Diao Changhe is such a sly person, this was all a trick by him to make the fish hauler mess up so the fish wouldn't start biting properly. How could he possibly refund tickets now?
The anglers not shouting was better; when Diao Changhe saw things were turning bad, he simply hid in the cabin and didn't show up.
Why would he spit out the fat meat that's already in his mouth? Refund? Don't even think about it!
Zhang Yang glanced at the time, it was already almost ten. He hung the rod on the failure rope and placed it on the rack, organized and packed up odds and ends like bait bowls, bobber boxes, and line boxes.
"What's up, Xiao Zhang, packing up to leave?" Qian Wenbo asked curiously upon seeing this.
