At two thirty in the afternoon, Zhang Yang and his group successfully arrived at the destination for this car grand prix.
The Dragon and Phoenix Manor fishing base on the outskirts of Fengcheng City.
I must say, this fishing base is quite large in scale, and it's beautifully maintained. The road surfaces are well-paved, and there are plenty of ornamental plants on both sides. At first glance, it looks more like a botanic garden built on a mountain.
Old Zhao, who was driving a full-size van, just had to show the race registration receipt at the entrance, and the gatekeeper let them through without any problems.
Following behind, Zhang Yang didn't hurry forward. Instead, he pulled up the handbrake and got out of the car, magically pulling a pack of Huazi cigarettes from his pocket.
"Hello there, boss! We're here to fish!"
Zhang Yang smiled as he greeted the gatekeeper in a humble and polite manner while deftly handing him a cigarette.
