Zhang Yang grinned, "I made the Little Yellow Face! How come, Brother, you've used our product too!"
"Wow! It's really you! I was wondering why you look familiar! I've been following the Heikeng Jianghu public account!
The Little Yellow Face bait you guys make is amazing, it's selling like crazy in our city! Where are Wang Yan and Han Qiang? Did they come to compete? I haven't seen them!"
Upon hearing that Wei Song is a fan of Heikeng Jianghu, he even remembered Wang Yan and Han Qiang's names.
Zhang Yang grinned, "They've gone out to shoot live shows, competitive fishing isn't really their thing! Only Meng Fan, myself, and a buddy Liu Zi signed up!"
"Oh oh! That's too bad, I was hoping to get an autograph or something, really like you guys!" Wei Song nodded, showing a bit of regret.
"Haha, you're too kind, we're all just anglers, not celebrities, no need for autographs. Next time I'll have Wang Yan treat us to dinner!"
