Seeing everyone struggling with the catch while the fish wouldn't bite, Ge Xiufeng scratched his shiny bald head, a bit embarrassed: "I went out drinking at noon and forgot to turn on the oxygen machine. I'll turn it on now, and the fish should bite better soon! Sorry, guys, I'll treat you to some water!"
"That's more like it! Don't be stingy and give us only Ice Dew; at least Wahaha should be the baseline!" Ding Wen instigated again.
"Alright, alright, no big deal! One bottle of Wahaha, plus a little pudding, and it's for free!"
...
As they were noisily negotiating with the pond owner, Zhang Yang's catch was quickly counted—31 fish, not even a fraction of what he caught in the morning.
After counting Zhang Yang's final tally, Liu Xiaoyun's expression turned a bit solemn.
He remembered his own catch clearly, knowing without counting that he only had 23 fish.
The gap didn't seem big at first, but he ended up trailing Zhang Yang by eight fish.
