Fishing Livestream
Chapter 425 - 425 414 Hua School Olive Branch

425: Chapter 414 Hua School Olive Branch 425: Chapter 414 Hua School Olive Branch In front of so many people, Yue Feng scratched his head shamelessly and said, “Teacher Hua, could you sign a few autographs for me?”

The old man thought Yue Feng had something serious to discuss, so he was slightly startled when he heard the request for autographs.

Although the elder was a grandmaster in the fishing community, fishing was not like the entertainment industry, and anglers had no mystique to maintain—they weren’t like celebrities with their various airs and idol baggage.

Therefore, requests for autographs were extremely rare in daily life.

But Yue Feng just had to ask, and not just for one, either.

By the sound of it, he wanted several.

It was unclear what the guy needed them for.

“Signing autographs is a small matter, but do you want them for yourself, or…?” the elder curiously asked.

Yue Feng responded truthfully, “Keeping one for myself is enough, mainly because I promised my livestream viewers.

They know I study at Hua School and were aware that you’d be the judge at today’s friendship competition!

There was an opportunity today, so they asked me to help get your autograph; they’re all your fans!”

There were Hua Clan staff members who also engaged in livestreaming, including the old man’s son-in-law, the little Fishing King, Wang Xiaochao, who had a livestream account with hundreds of thousands of followers, so the old man had no aversion to livestreaming.

On the contrary, he was quite supportive.

Among the older generation, the elder’s thoughts and concepts were rather progressive, not stubbornly traditional like Coach Ma.

“Okay!

There aren’t enough books to sign, so I’ll sign on our Hua Clan hats instead!

Is ten hats enough?”

The Hua Clan hats were made with exquisite craftsmanship, retailing at several dozen yuan each in the market, and ten hats amounted to several hundred yuan—a generous offer from the elder.

“Enough!

More than enough!” Yue Feng replied eagerly, his face blooming with a smile.

…

After the award ceremony ended, Yue Feng handed over his fishing rod prize and competition certificate to his close friend Zhao Zheng to take back, and he himself scampered after the elder to his upstairs office.

The elder made an internal phone call, and soon a staff member in charge of the storeroom delivered ten of this year’s latest Hua Clan fishing hats.

The elder took a black marker and with a flourish wrote his name in the blank space above the brim of the hat.

His signature was bold and sweeping, brimming with an effortless grandeur.

“There you go!

I’ve come across a few people who have asked me for autographs in person, but you’re the first to ask on stage!” the elder said with a chuckle as he capped the marker.

Yue Feng laughed, “Heh, mainly because the Divine Dragon is elusive.

I’ve been here for over ten days, and today’s the first time I’ve seen you!”

“All right, the autographs are done.

Now it’s time to talk about serious matters!” the elder suddenly said with a formal tone.

“Hmm?

Serious matters?

What serious matters?” Yue Feng was a bit confused.

“Ever since you came to the club, I’ve heard little Yang mention you a few times.

I made a point of watching you in today’s friendly match, and your basic skills are very solid.

You also have a good judgement and control over the fish.

In the same position on the edge, even Little Luofeng was outperformed by you.

Would you be interested in joining the Hua Clan’s team to go professional?”

“Go professional?” As those words came from the elder’s mouth, Yue Feng’s mind went blank.

Yue Feng had never considered the path of becoming a professional angler.

His goal in attending the training camp was mainly to expand his network and gain insights, along with creating some video material for Hua School to enrich his livestream content.

He had his own little fishing gear shop and a platform for live streaming, where he also made a decent profit selling things like medicinal wine.

Joining the Hua Clan to fish professionally would indeed be a case of losing much by trying to gain little.

The atmosphere and competitions of Taiwan Fishing in the domestic scene were still in the developmental stage, even the fanciest fishing teams didn’t offer amazing benefits to their members, just a tiny bit better than your average office worker.

Master Hua nodded, “Right, going professional!

With your current basic skills, all you need is to follow the team for a few Class Four competitions to get some practice, and then you could be a starting main player representing the club!

You’re not old either.

With a few years to steady yourself and refine your mindset and skills, you have great potential!”

To receive such high praise from Master Hua was indeed something Yue Feng could be proud of, considering even Han Luofeng, the leading figure among the club’s younger generation, hadn’t received such comments.

“I can’t make a decision just yet, could you give me some time to think about it?” Yue Feng did not rush to decline, but indicated he would think it over.

“Sure!

It’s a big decision, after all, you do need to think it through!

Anyway, there’s still a week to go before this training camp is over.

Give me your final answer before you leave!”

“Got it!” Yue Feng agreed.

…

Carrying a stack of signed fishing hats, Yue Feng casually walked downstairs heading straight for the dorm, he couldn’t possibly take all these hats to the dining hall; if those trainees saw them, they might just scramble for them, and he planned to use them as prizes for a raffle during his live stream that evening.

Upon returning to his dorm and casually tossing the hats onto his bed, Yue Feng closed the door and ran towards the canteen where Zhao Zheng had already bought lunch and was waiting for him to start eating.

As soon as he entered the canteen, he saw Zhao Zheng leaning against the wall and waving at him, then leading Yue Feng to a private room behind the small cafeteria..

“Got the signatures taken care of?” Zhao Zheng casually asked.

Yue Feng nodded, “I’ve taken the hats back to the dorm!

The lunch today is pretty awesome!

Chicken, fish, meat, eight dishes and a soup, huh?”

“That’s right!

Instructor Yang, as well as Guan Ping’an, are coming over.

You’ve won the championship, and I’ve come in fifth; we’ve got to drink a little to celebrate at lunch today!”

“Alright then, let’s make an exception and have a few drinks!” Yue Feng nodded in agreement.

A few minutes later, Guan Ping’an and Yang Wenjian each arrived carrying a case of chilled Tsingtao beer from the store.

Although Zhao Zheng had a bit of a carefree personality, he was quite accurate in assessing people.

Among the students of his period, there weren’t many he respected, but Guan Ping’an was a decent guy.

After a few days of playing together, their personalities matched well, so Zhao Zheng had also invited him to join.

Having placed in the competition was already exciting, but with only familiar faces in the private room, they soon started clinking cups and having a chaotic celebration.

While some were happy, others faced difficulties.

Yue Feng and his excited peers at the Hua Clan team’s residence didn’t have it easy.

Barely having settled back at the club after the competition, Old Ma arrived at the activity room with a stern face.

Pointing to the conference room on the second floor, he signaled a meeting!

Having lost their positions and underperformed, the members one by one silently headed upstairs.

As Old Ma was the last to enter and close the door, he slammed the schedule document onto the conference table.

“A friendly match in our very own Practice Pole Pond, and yet you let a bunch of freelance anglers snatch most of the positions!

Are you all just here to eat for free?” Old Ma roared, saliva flying everywhere as veins popped out on his forehead.