In the evening, after having dinner, Niu Ben strolled into Yue Feng's room carrying two large sea rod bags and an extra bucket bag.
"What's up, Manager Niu?"
Niu Ben casually placed the rod bag and the bucket bag to one side, saying, "Isn't there two rounds of casting tomorrow in the competition? Aren't you and Zhao Ran going to check the reels, fishing lines, and fishing rigs or whatnot?"
With Niu Ben's reminder, Yue Feng slapped his forehead, "Almost forgot about that! I've been focusing on the Taiwan Fishing gear, thinking we have everything! Isn't it three rods per person? Wait a moment, I'll call Zhao Ran over too!"
A few minutes later, Zhao Ran also strolled into the room wearing large shorts and a tank top.
"We forgot to sort out the casting reels and line rigs. Luckily, Manager Niu thought of it and brought them over. Lend a hand, mainly the reels, most of them haven't been used for over half a year!"
"Oh, are we using these you brought?"
