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Chapter 148 - 148 148 Rules

148: Chapter 148: Rules 148: Chapter 148: Rules Having arrived at an unfamiliar fishing spot for the first time, Yue Feng was quite low-key, trailing alongside his companions as they slowly made their way to the drawing lots area.

Throughout, he observed the behavior of the crowd around him and unconsciously made certain assessments.

Fishing, like other hobbies, showed distinguishable traces between veterans and novices even in outward appearances such as dress.

With the “Insight” skill, Yue Feng could pick up lots of useful information from minor details.

Take a simple example; in the crowd, there was a middle-aged angler in his forties wearing a rather ordinary-looking baseball cap.

However, Yue Feng noticed that this cap was not simple; it had a small line of text commemorating the finals of the Guangwei Fishing King Cup on the brim.

What did this imply?

It implied that if the cap belonged to the angler, he had at least participated in the preliminaries of the Fishing King Cup.

Qualifying in such a high-level event itself proved his fishing skill, and if drawn next to him, one would need to be cautious.

A moment’s inattention could result in being overshadowed by him.

Through observation, Yue Feng discovered plenty more information; for instance, the relationship between the pit owner and the visiting anglers seemed good, indicating that everyone respected the owner, He Wenlong.

During this time, Mr.

Awesome Ken, who had recently arrived at the fishing spot in a high-profile manner, also approached He Wenlong.

This guy didn’t even complete two sentences before draping his arm around He’s shoulders.

Although He did not resist vehemently, he clearly felt uncomfortable, as Yue Feng noticed a flicker of disdain cross his forehead at that moment.

“Have all the anglers arrived?

Old rules; before drawing lots, let’s verify them.

Who will do it?” called out He Wenlong, placing a bag of ping-pong balls he carried in his other hand on a small table.

“Brother Long, leave it to me!” Mr.

Awesome Ken loved to be in the spotlight and took on the task of verifying the lots boastfully.

Drawing and verifying lots was a practice that had gradually become popular in recent years at Black Pit.

Initially, when playing in these fee-based ponds, anglers would claim spots on their own.

Many people would arrive half a night early to secure a good spot, and some conflicts over spots resulted in discord.

Later, claiming spots during official fishing became rare, shifting to a fairer system of drawing lots.

Verifying the lots meant having someone check the authenticity and count of the lots.

With sixty fishing spots in the pit, there must correspondingly be sixty lots during the draw—neither more nor less, as any discrepancy would suggest foul play.

It was simple logic.

The verification was done in front of everyone, and it was possible to grab five lots at a time.

After drawing them, they were promptly placed in the lot-drawing box, quickly completing the count.

Twelve grabs confirmed exactly sixty lots.

Once the verification was complete, Mr.

Awesome Ken grinned at He Wenlong, “Brother Long, since I helped to verify, do I get to draw first?

How about I draw mine now!”

“Haha, Li Cungen, what are you daydreaming about!” a buddy familiar with Awesome Ken teased with a laugh.

Now Yue Feng knew the rather conspicuous man’s name was Li Cungen, a rather unique name which totally mismatched his demeanor.

“Li, stop fooling around.

We’ll draw according to the signup order; I have the list right here.

Rules are rules, no exceptions!” He Wenlong left no room for debate, firmly refusing.

Li Cungen wasn’t upset; he chuckled sheepishly and stood outside the little table, waiting in line with everyone else.

There were sixty spots, and by morning, they were all filled.

Yue Feng and his companions, having benefited from their association with Liu Fengnian, would draw rather early, probably positioned around the tenth spot on the first page of the signup list.

Before drawing, Yue Feng pondered inwardly if he should activate an “Active Skill” from his badge.

Fishing is indeed a skillful activity, but when fishing in Black Pit, the relationship between the catch and the location is also very significant.

If you draw a spot with no fish, there is also a risk of loss.

Yue Feng wanted to test the effect of this special badge to see how it performed in reality.

Having made up his mind, after his name was called, Yue Feng thought for a moment and activated the active skill on the badge.

“A friend of Big Brother Liu, right?

Come on, young man, draw your lot!” He Wenlong greeted Yue with a friendly gesture as he approached.

Yue Feng nodded and smiled slightly, then reached his hand into the box.

The ping-pong balls used for the draw were all the same size, marked with seat numbers using a marker.

Yue Feng casually grabbed one.

“Wow!

Lucky you!

No.

30, a big edge position!” He Wenlong exclaimed after seeing the number and wrote down the seat number next to Yue Feng’s name on the registration form.

“Damn!

One less big edge!

Guys, save one for me!”

Anglers waiting in line for the draw lamented when they heard that a big edge spot was taken.

In a competition, there are only four big edge positions available.

When one is drawn, there is one less for those who follow, which is why everyone wants to be early in the draw.

Soon, Liu Fengnian and his friends had also finished drawing.

Old Liu got 18, Qiangzi 22, and Wei Liang 37!

All four men had drawn, and three were under thirty, which is the southern bank of the fishing ground, facing away from the sun—a good position for watching floats, which was quite fortunate.

Yue Feng, who drew a big edge spot, had inadvertently riffled through the numbers several times with his right hand during the draw before finally grabbing a ball.

He didn’t feel anything particular, but he knew that it must have been luck taking effect.

All sixty participants had finished drawing lots by 6:30, and He Wenlong walked over to the locked gate and opened it.

Before making way, the boss called out again,

“Thanks, brothers, for coming.

Same old rules; fishing starts at seven.

After you enter, you can prepare anything related to starting the bait, adjusting the floats, etc.

Okay, but no form of feeding or bait carrying is allowed!

Once fishing starts, deliberately targeting someone else’s feeding area is also not allowed!

The fishing ground is under surveillance; I will also be closely monitoring.

If I find anyone breaking the rules, I don’t care who it is, you’re out!

We all have reputations to uphold—no tarnishing them!

Don’t bring dirty tricks from other places to our fishing ground!”

The boss managed the fishing ground with a firm hand, reaffirming the rules in front of everyone before opening the gate.

This way, if anyone caused trouble, they couldn’t use ignorance of the rules as an excuse, thereby preventing many disputes.

“Brother He, open the gate quickly, we’re all old anglers here, everyone knows the rules of the pit!” someone familiar with He Wenlong shouted from the side.

Little He grinned, “One last thing!

We guarantee at least 60% of the participants will catch fish, or else a refund of the entry fee!”

“Let’s start entering!”