Zhang Yang kept his word and didn't continue to participate in the two fishing competitions until nightfall.
Without competing, Zhang Yang wandered behind the crowd from time to time, mostly focusing his attention on Liu Zi and Meng Fan.
When it got dark and everyone finished for the day, Zhang Yang called out, and the three of them packed their gear and headed back to their base.
Once they got to the shop, Zhang Yang took out the cigarettes he had won and the cash prizes all at once.
"Old rules, whatever we three win, we split equally!"
"Uh, let's skip the cigarettes, shall we? I don't smoke!" Liu Zi shook his head at these words.
Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Zi and, with a hint of annoyance, said, "Don't think I didn't notice. If you don't smoke, what's that Red General in your pocket for? Holding onto a stub all tightly wrapped?
Take these cigarettes and exchange them for some cheap ones. You're wasting them otherwise!"
