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283: Chapter 282: Relying on Old Age to Sell the Old 283: Chapter 282: Relying on Old Age to Sell the Old All intermediate and higher special skills have certain applicability and specificity.

For example, the “Stabbing toad” provides a plus 20 to Rod Line Control.

Although Yue Feng didn’t know exactly how effective it was, it was definitely useful.

Holding the rod without casting, he felt that the touch and strength were subtly different from before!

It seemed like casting at closer ranges had become more nimble.

“Don’t just stand there, the Fish Guard is up for weighing!

After the weigh-in, don’t wander off.

Pack up your gear and head to the temporary office of the organizing committee, and oh, bring your video evidence!” Old Zhao, accompanied by staff members, came over to Yue Feng’s side.

Being at the first angler’s spot, Yue Feng was naturally the first to weigh in.

He engaged his side muscles and lifted the Fish Guard.

As the Fish Guard emerged from the water, many exclaimed in surprise, that’s quite a lot.

The 40-caliber Fish Guard was filled more than halfway by Yue Feng!

The main species in the mixed-culture pit were carps ranging from three to four to over a pound.

Judging by the amount of catch, it looked to be over fifty pounds!

“You didn’t catch a small amount!

The impact was much less than I expected!” Old Zhao said, staring at Yue Feng’s catch admiringly.

“Not bad!”

The staff quickly lifted the Fish Guard and dumped all the catches into the plastic basket for weighing fish.

After the weighing was complete, they covered the catch with a small blue blanket, and the carps that were previously flipping madly soon calmed down.

“28.8kg!!” The staff announced Yue Feng’s mixed-culture catch!

“The best score in the last mixed-culture competition was 31.3 kilograms.

With this weight for the second round, the minor points should be stable!

Now, sign your name behind your score!” Old Zhao said.

“Thank you, Teacher Zhao!” Yue Feng thanked respectfully and took the record book to sign behind his score.

While signing, Yue Feng took a specific look at the chart.

His fellow angler Meng Chuan scored thirteen points in the first round and had an ‘x’ marked for the just finished second round, which must mean his score was voided.

“Where’s the temporary office?

I’ll head over next!” Yue Feng asked.

Old Zhao pointed towards the far end of the row of portable buildings where Boss Ge lived.

“The one at the very east end, don’t reveal any details before I get there!

And don’t submit the original evidence!” Old Zhao specifically cautioned him.

“Okay!” Although Yue Feng couldn’t quite understand why, he still agreed readily.

The two rounds were over, and Yue Feng took back control of the livestream.

“Sorry guys, the live broadcast may not continue!

The score for the second round is 28.8kg, which should secure the minor points.

I’ll announce the final results in the posts after they’re out.

If nothing unexpected happens tonight, I’ll go live and talk about my first time participating in a competitive fishing match today!

Everyone, come and watch if you’re free!

The winners of the two raffles, please send me your address and contact information, and I’ll arrange for the shipments!”

After greeting everyone, Yue Feng temporarily closed the livestream.

Following Referee Old Zhao’s reminder, Yue Feng quickly packed his equipment neatly, slung the Fishing Box over his shoulder, grabbed his rod, and stuffed all the gear into his car.

After closing the car door, Yue Feng took the drone in hand, his mind intent on selecting the video storage area.

Soon after, he connected the hardware to his phone and edited out all the details of Meng Chuan’s cheating before and after, importing them into his phone.

Considering it wasn’t quite sufficient, he also cut some footage comparing the fish situation before and after the destruction of the nest, just in case it was needed.

None of these operations were difficult; it took only a few minutes to compile the evidence.

With everything prepared, Yue Feng headed towards the office with his phone in hand.

Arriving at the door, which was closed, Yue Feng politely knocked twice.

Upon receiving a response from inside, he pushed the door open and entered.

In the room, at the southeast corner, there was a double desk, while the rest of the space was quite empty.

In the center was a glass coffee table.

There were four people in the room.

Besides Meng Chuan standing off to one side, the other three were calmly drinking tea near the coffee table.

Of the three, Yue Feng only recognized one, Lu Yong, the vice president of the City Fishing Association.

One of the others appeared to be around fifty or sixty years old, with glasses, graying hair, and fairly deep wrinkles on his face.

The last one looked to be about fifty, around 175 cm tall with a hooked nose and slanted eyes, exuding malice.

This fellow had been staring at Yue Feng from the moment he entered the room.

“Greetings to the leaders, I am Yue Feng.

Referee Zhao asked me to come to deal with the rule violation that occurred during the second round of the competition,” Yue Feng greeted them neither humbly nor arrogantly as he came in.

“Violation?

What violation?

The matter hasn’t been confirmed yet, so how can you say it’s a violation?

Zhao is just making a racket.

Chairman Leng, don’t you think that makes sense?”

Yue Feng had barely spoken when the man with slanted eyes piped up.

His voice wasn’t loud and his tone wasn’t high, but his words carried an undeniable tone of arrogance.

The bespectacled elder in the middle sipped his tea calmly and said, “Exactly, nothing’s been confirmed—talking about it is premature.

You’re Yue, right?

How did the second round go for you?”

“28.8 kilograms, not bad,” Yue Feng replied truthfully.

“With the first round’s mixed fish conditions being so good, and the best result being just over thirty kilograms, you caught 28.8 kg despite claiming someone sabotaged your spot by destroying the nest?

If your nest was truly destroyed, you wouldn’t have been able to catch that many fish.

You’re clearly making a mountain out of a molehill—there’s no logic to that!” The man with slanted eyes murmured dismissively.

Lu Yong couldn’t stand by any longer and glanced at the man with an oblique look, “Lv San, don’t get agitated.

We’re just investigating, right?”

“Not get agitated?

If it were your apprentice who was pulled into the office in the middle of a four-category competition and not allowed to continue fishing, wouldn’t you be agitated?” Lv San was obstinate; he bit whoever crossed him and didn’t even give face to Lu Yong.

After those words, Lu Yong became somewhat angry, replying, “There are so many people competing, why would they single out your apprentice?

You all know what kind of person Zhao is.

Would he wrongfully accuse someone?

The mixed fish weigh-in is fast approaching, so let’s hash it out face to face when the time comes!”

Lv San said nothing in response, but turned to look at Yue Feng, “You mentioned there’s video evidence.

Where is it?

Let me see it!”

Yue Feng had been instructed by Referee Zhao and wouldn’t easily hand over the video.

His lips curved slightly as he said, “Are you a member of the organizing committee’s judging panel for this event?

Can you represent the panel to define this matter and take corresponding responsibility?”

That question stopped Lv San in his tracks.

Lv San, formally Lv Peng, also known as Lv San, was a prominent figure in the W City fishing community.

He’d been exposed to Taiwan Fishing early on, having learned from the Taiwanese angling expert Xiao Chunping, and was considered among the first-generation anglers with significant seniority in the domestic Taiwan Fishing circles.

Relying on a very good relationship with Leng Changjun, the president of the City Fishing Association, he was brazenly arguing and trying to downplay the situation to fight for his apprentice.

“I…

these young anglers nowadays, once they get a little skill, they don’t know their own limits.

Back in my days of Taiwan Fishing, you weren’t even born yet!

Stop trying to be cocky with me!” Failing to find a retort, Lv San again flaunted his seniority.

Yue Feng had no patience for such old lamps, “You can really tell that you’re a senior expert.

As the old saying goes, ‘a good teacher produces capable students!'”

Upon hearing Yue Feng’s words, Lv San’s face instantly turned green with anger!!