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167: Chapter 167 Summary 167: Chapter 167 Summary “Slow down, what’s the panic!

We’re adults here, it’s just a sip of water, not like it’s gonna carry me away!” Hou Tao muttered.

“Don’t even mention it!

Today is just ridiculously cursed!

After Tao left, I was packing up his gear, but as soon as I hit the main road from the fishing area, the car just died for no reason!

I called for road assistance, and the mechanic tried something, and the car started again!

But, less than a mile out, it died again, blocking the intersection at Fang Chun Road!”

“Then what happened?

What was the problem?”

“Problem my ass!

The mechanic rushed over again and got it started!

He must have thought I was just fucking with him for kicks and was almost ready to start a fight!”

“So we lost at fish wrestling, big deal, we’ll find another chance to save face!

I’ve ordered barbecue takeout, we’ll just make do with that in the store!” Zhao Dezong said.

Before long, the delivery guy arrived with the barbecue, and after signing off, Zhao Dezong pulled out two cases of Qingdao beer from the back and set them up.

Of the four, Li Cungen was the youngest.

Zhou Tao had taken his side in the lost match, making Li feel somewhat embarrassed, so he was particularly keen to pitch in today.

After receiving the beer, he started opening the bottles with chopsticks.

In the past, opening a beer bottle with chopsticks was a basic skill that could be done with eyes closed, no difficulty at all.

However, today, just as he picked up the first bottle, there was a snap, and the chopsticks broke!

Li Cungen was stunned, looking at the two pieces of chopsticks in his hand: “Fuck!

Today’s just damn cursed!

Nothing’s going right!”

While talking, he placed the unopened beer bottle on the ground next to the coffee table.

He didn’t use much force, but the moment it touched the floor, there was a loud bang, and the bottle just exploded, splattering beer foam all over everyone!

“Fuck!

Lost at fish wrestling and now what, taking your frustration out by smashing bottles, Li?” Zhou Tao, seeing Li Cungen’s clumsiness, also expressed his dissatisfaction.

Li Cungen looked at the half-bottle in his hand and, annoyed, tossed it in the trash and rubbed his face.

“Zhou, my son, I’m not lying!

I really didn’t use force!

Today is truly cursed!”

The next second, Li Cungen felt a slight heat on his cheek, and when he wiped it, his hand was sticky!

Suddenly, glass shards, no idea how, stuck to his hand and when he brushed them off, he cut a small gash on his cheek, and the blood started flowing on the spot.

Zhou Tao, hearing the word “son,” got especially twitchy, but as he looked up at Li Cungen, he shuddered.

The guy’s face was covered in blood.

Now there was chaos, everyone hurrying to clean up.

They used paper towels to stop the bleeding and swept up the glass fragments until the bleeding subsided.

“Bro, listen to me, just sit there and don’t do anything, just stay calm, I’ve had enough, you’re just too unlucky!” The bizarre incidents happening one after another made everyone nervous, and they started treating Li Cungen as if he were an endangered animal!

Even just sitting still and eating was nerve-wracking for Li Cungen.

No issue with the chicken wings for anyone else, but he managed to find a nail in his.

After a few beers, he stood up to go to the toilet, slipped, and banged his forehead on the door frame next to the bathroom, raising a huge bump.

This string of misfortunes kept happening right before everyone’s eyes, chain after chain; not even a novelist would dare write like this.

Heart racing with fear, he ate a meal in the fishing gear store.

Li Cungen was thoroughly frightened; they say the richer you are, the more cowardly you become, and this adage was fully embodied in him.

He was too scared to drive his own car and had to pay for a designated driver to finally get him home safely.

After sending Li Cungen on his way, Zhao Dezong and Zhou Tao didn’t rush to disband.

For professional anglers like them, it was a steadfast tradition to debrief after any competition.

“Today’s fishing was really quite strange.

The Seconds Beans method is just something left over from before; logically, it shouldn’t have been so effective!

You clearly performed okay, and didn’t make any mistakes, so how did you end up losing at the end?” Zhao Dezong took a sip of tea as he spoke.

Zhou Tao, being directly involved, had the most say in summarizing the situation.

However, even he was puzzled today.

Yue Feng made a mistake in the middle that cost him at least five minutes, yet Zhou Tao still didn’t manage to gain an advantage, ending the match with a barely even score.

After briefly recalling the events, Hou Tao said, “Could it be that Zhang Fenglin gave Yue Feng something?

That guy has always had a good relationship with Liu Fengnian, and Liu Fengnian is always hanging out at Yue Feng’s place!

During your trial fishing this afternoon, I saw Liu Fengnian carrying a big tackle box into the room; who knows what they were concocting!”

“Zhang Fenglin is indeed good at bait preparation, but when it came to weighing the fish, I paid attention.

The group of soft sticky store-bought bait that Yue Feng prepared from the beginning was never used!

He used a black plastic package of earthworm elastic pellets, which I think were specially treated; there was a coating on them, similar to the recently popular Seconds Beans!”

The brothers discussed among themselves but couldn’t come to any conclusion.

Zhou Tao took his fishing very seriously and couldn’t sleep without figuring out the reason.

Gritting his teeth and not caring that it was already past ten, he pulled out his phone and dialed his mentor.

These kinds of competitive fishing events, although not a major profession, often had traditions of mentorship,

Zhou Tao had a mentor, named Wang Bing, a 45-year-old National Second Level Fishing Master.

He was a well-known figure in the domestic fishing circles, not to the extent of having taught students far and wide, but he had indeed mentored many good anglers.

To debrief after a competition was a habit nurtured by him in his protégés.

After the phone rang a few times, someone on the other end picked up.

“Hello?” came a low, magnetic voice from the other end.

“Mentor, it’s me!

Xiao Tao!

Have you rested yet?”

“I just laid down not too long ago.

What’s up, calling me at this hour?”

Zhou Tao recounted the whole incident with the fish weighing from start to finish, but, afraid to be scolded by his mentor, he glossed over the betting part.

After listening to his disciple’s summary of the situation, Wang Bing pondered for a moment, then asked, “Did the fishing in the spot get progressively faster as you went on?”

“Yeah!

It started slow, but in the last half-hour, there was a short burst of continuous catches!

A total of 36 fish in two hours!”

“What size of line rig were you using?

What equipment?

What about the bait and the medicine situation?”

“Main line 1.5, branch line 1.0, size eight Golden Sea Sunset Carp Hook, Gamma Speed Fight 5h!

Dipped in strong-smelling granules for doughballs, the bait core used a basic blend number two, with added Barley Sweet Potato Paste, brown sugar, and a tiny bit of Medicinal Wine!” Zhou Tao reported truthfully.

“According to what you said, the situation did get a lot faster later on, with a spell of continuous catches.

That 5h rod might have set you back a bit indeed.

For that type of fishing situation, the requirements for the rig aren’t as strict as in a Competition Pond, and you could have gone with a slightly thicker line rig and a stiffer rod!

With a 5h rod’s action against a quick fishing situation, you’d suffer!

Based on my judgment, the problem that led to your loss mainly lies there!”