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Chapter 682 - 682 669 Taking Over the Slot

682: Chapter 669: Taking Over the Slot 682: Chapter 669: Taking Over the Slot Thanks to Big Brother Gu Qingtian’s networking, Lawrence was definitely one of the most important contacts Yue Feng had made.

Even though they didn’t communicate often, Yue Feng would still send an email or a greeting card for traditional Western holidays like Christmas.

When the new record Yue Feng set had been approved by the website, Lawrence had called to congratulate him, and after hearing that Yue Feng’s fishing had been made into a CCTV documentary, the white-haired man heaped even higher praise on him.

That is to say, if Yue Feng talked to Lawrence about topics like shipping or business, the white-headed man might not be interested.

But if the topic was fishing, especially fishing in the United States, Lawrence would go out of his way to help.

He had already extended several invitations to Yue Feng.

Deciding on his course of action, Yue Feng found Lawrence’s private phone number and made a direct international call.

On the other side of the world in the United States, after having his dinner, Lawrence was watching a fishing program on TV in his spacious living room.

This year’s Big Mouth Bass competition was in full swing, with several veteran anglers failing to achieve good results in the tour.

Instead, two young rookies had managed to qualify, and their post-qualification interviews were being broadcast on television.

It was then that Lawrence’s phone rang.

As a successful billionaire, Lawrence had several phone numbers, but not many people knew this private one.

Seeing the incoming call on his phone, Lawrence was a little surprised—it was from the distant and mysterious country of China, Yue Feng’s call.

Without hesitation, Lawrence answered the call.

“Hello, my dear friend Yue Feng!”

“Honorable Mr.

Lawrence!

Please forgive my audacity for calling at this time.

If I’ve disturbed your sleep, please accept my apologies,” Yue Feng said in his broken English.

“Haha, no worries, I usually stay up late!

Are you planning on coming to the United States for fishing?

Is there anything I can do for you, my friend?”

“Actually, I would like to trouble you with something.

I had a friend help me register for a fishing competition across the United States, but the spots were filled, and I didn’t get to register!

I promised friends at CCTV to make an episode about competing in a tournament in the United States, and now I’m in a bit of a bind!”

“FLW?” Lawrence blurted out the acronym casual.

“What?” Yue Feng didn’t understand, a large question mark hanging over his head.

“The World Outdoor Fishing Championship?” Lawrence asked again using the full name.

“I’m not sure.

I only know it’s a competition open to the entire United States and it’s going to be held in Miami, but it’s already closed for registration—I didn’t manage to register!”

“Then it shouldn’t be the FLW; to participate in the FLW, you need a certain number of Points.

It should be the NS (Nation Series) State competition; Miami has quite a few active clubs!”

“Yes, that’s the one!

I need your help or it will significantly impact my plans!

It could even affect my work!”

“Well, I think I can solve that for you.

A friend of mine sponsors the Miami State competition; I should be able to secure you a spot.

Are you sure it’s that one?” said Lawrence calmly.

“Yes, it’s that one!

My previous plan was to attend the state competition and then go with the forum guys to fish for Giant Grouper!

The latter event is an unofficial friendly competition, but the state competition is more formal.

I mentioned this when I was in Palau.”

Lawrence nodded in agreement, “No problem.

Keep an eye on your email; I’ll call my friend right away for you!

You’ll need to provide your registration information.”

“Thank you very much!

I look forward to meeting you in the United States in a few days!”

“Wait for my news!”

…

After hanging up, Yue Feng let out a sigh of relief.

Big shots were big shots.

To solve a competition registration by directly contacting a sponsor was something probably only someone on Lawrence’s level could manage.

After ending the call, Lawrence immediately rang his good friend George.

After briefly explaining the situation, George agreed to help without hesitation.

In terms of the level of fishing competitions in the United States, state competitions were a very basic entry-level event.

Above it were the Open, Elite, and Classic—three major levels of competition.

Comparing it to Taiwan Fishing events back in China, the state competition was about equivalent to the domestic open fourth-category competition.

There was hardly any significant threshold; any Angler of the appropriate Age could participate, and winning the competition would also reward Points, which could accumulate to a level allowing entry into the Classic competition.

Indeed, the registration deadline had passed, but there was always a way around this issue.

For example, getting a nod from an acquaintance involved in the competition’s arrangements could replace some unlucky person’s spot with Yue Feng’s.

The registration needed to be reviewed, and finding faults would be quite easy.

With about a week left before the start of the competition, there was still time.

The next day, Bob, who was chatting and exchanging experiences at Joe Smith’s fishing store, was unfortunate to receive a phone call from the event’s staff, informing him that due to a past incident of marijuana use, his registration had not passed the review and was canceled.

Bob was a white guy in his early twenties who had been fishing with his father and uncle since he was very young.

His uncle, Joe Smith, ran a very large outdoor gear and fishing store in Miami, Florida.

The young Bob, a member of the store’s Bass Club, was participating in the state competition for the first time and hadn’t expected that a marijuana incident at a high school graduation party would lead to failing the registration review.

“Damn it!

I can’t join the tournament with you guys!” Bob swore and threw his iPhone fiercely onto the table.

Seeing his nephew in distress, Joe Smith asked with concern, “What happened?”

Bob: “I just received a call from the staff, telling me that my fishing tournament registration didn’t pass the review.

The reason being my past record of marijuana use!

Damn it, that was a stupid thing I did once when I was drunk at a high school graduation party!

I swear, I haven’t touched that damned weed in years!”

Joe Smith frowned slightly, “Tournament rules require driving speedboats, and it’s reasonable to refuse registration of any contestant with a history of heavy drinking, drug abuse, and other bad records from the past.

I believe you, my dear nephew.

Maybe a call to an old friend might solve this problem for you.”

Having run the outdoor fishing store for half his life, Joe Smith had many connections.

But after making a few calls, the conclusion he reached was not promising.