"Brother Zhao, could you pick one for me?" Jiang Xiaobai looked at Zhao Sanlin.
"Me?"
Zhao Sanlin pointed at himself, then quickly shook his head, "I can't do it. Xiao Bai, I don't understand this."
"You've been raising fish for so many years, how can you say you don't understand? Come on, believe in yourself and pick one." Jiang Xiaobai encouraged Zhao Sanlin with a smile.
Zhao Sanlin knew he couldn't avoid it, so he reluctantly went to pick a fish.
"Xiao Bai, just one fish?"
Jiang Xiaobai nodded.
Watanabe Saburo glanced at the fish Zhao Sanlin picked and immediately concluded that Zhao Sanlin was an amateur, a sneer forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Jiang, I think you might not be clear about the competition rules. There's no rule saying you can only pick one fish; you can choose many, just like me." Watanabe Saburo explained the rules of the competition once more.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Oh, really? But no one said you must pick more than one, right?"
