The group arrived at their own contracted reservoir. Without any need for Zhang Yang to give instructions, they naturally began unloading the equipment from the car.
In less than ten minutes, a row of fishing boxes was set up near the frequently used fishing area on the northern shore of the reservoir, creating quite the setup.
Zhang Yang, Wang Yan, Han Qiang, and Zhou Chu hadn't fished shoulder to shoulder since a long time ago.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yang felt a bit nostalgic, as if he was back to two years ago when they first started and fought alongside his brothers.
"What should we do, boss? Should we make our own bait or use the public bait?" Wang Yan asked, cigarette hanging from his mouth, turning his head.
Zhang Yang grinned: "The bait we have is this one, and I've already shared the suggested formula with everyone. Make your own bait, adjust freely to your own preference! But to avoid interference, don't add any extra medicated wine or additives!"
