Yes, you saw it right.

Four large, black pit nets!

Zhang Yang's own company originally started with black pit fishing gear, besides bait and additives, this black pit net was a creative idea he pioneered, leading the market with it.

The design of black pit nets is like a large pocket, made of thick nylon weave coated with glue, with two rings at the bottom fitted with anti-wear plastic beads.

If you stuff it to the limit, a single net could hold hundreds of pounds, maybe even a couple thousand pounds. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Of course, normal anglers don't catch that many fish. Today, Zhang Yang caught a lot, but since too many fish at the bottom would die from being crushed, the competition rules state no net can hold more than 300 pounds of fish.

What is 300 pounds of fish? Considering Jinghai Garden's average fish weight of two pounds or so, that's about 120 fish.

During the competition, Zhang Yang is very sensitive to the number of fish caught; even small crucian carp shells can be counted precisely, let alone these big carp.

There are four nets placed side by side at his feet, plus a not-so-full one on the fishing box - a total of five nets. Conservatively speaking, that's over a thousand pounds of fish, evidence of Zhang Yang's explosive connection so far.

"Friends next door, move your feet! Gather up your equipment stuff! Let our little truck pass, thanks!"

The staff responsible for collecting the fish politely cleared the way and quickly began weighing the fish from one end.

Weighing fish at Jinghai Garden is unlike any other little black pit.

An electronic scale hangs from a crane, then the hook is attached to the neck of the net, the crane starts lifting, pulling the net out of the water, quickly stabilizing the weight.

Once the weight of one net's fish is recorded, the fish are dragged to the shore, directly dumped into the water tank of the seafood truck. Net weight minus the weight of the net gives the precise fish weight, significantly saving labor during the entire weighing process.

A few anglers near Zhang Yang had their fish weighed one after the other.

The crowd soon noticed a curious phenomenon: the further the fishing spot from Zhang Yang's, the more fish caught, starting from four or five hundred pounds, gradually to three hundred pounds, two hundred pounds.

When it came to the middle-aged man next to Zhang Yang, there were less than two hundred pounds of fish in the net.

This was the catch from the initial one or two hours of fish grabbing before Zhang Yang began drawing fish entirely to the surface, essentially shutting down bites for the neighboring angler.

"One hundred eighty-seven point three pounds!" The staff called out a precise number, which was promptly noted by the referee recorder.

"Old Three, you're not performing well today, huh! Such good fishing conditions today, and you've caught less than two hundred pounds?" Joked a familiar friend of the middle-aged angler.

The middle-aged angler, called Old Three, smirked, and lit a cigarette: "I'm bad, I admit. If it were you, Old Hu, even one hundred fifty would be tough! Want to bet?"

"Tch! Sounds like you're just talking nonsense? We didn't even drink at noon! I was at East Bank, at least caught almost four hundred pounds!" Old Hu proudly said.

"Watch out, stop embarrassing yourself! Look at Zhang Yang here next to me, that's real fishing! Four hundred pounds? That wouldn't even be a fraction of his catch!"

While the two chatted away, the weighing team arrived next to Zhang Yang.

The staff routinely asked: "Hi, which net is yours?"

Zhang Yang looked a bit embarrassed and pointed at the nets in the water at his feet: "All these are mine! Could you please weigh them?"

"Five nets caught, huh?"

"Yeah, lucky day!" Zhang Yang nodded.

"Now, let's see what our handsome angler has caught!"

Next second, the staff secured the net opening and the small crane quickly got to work.

Many spectators thought a single net would just have a hundred pounds of fish, but when the first net was raised, there was a low gasp from the crowd.

"Wow! So full?"

"This net is almost three hundred pounds!"

"This net is packed, probably at its tail limit!"

The onlookers commented as the electronic scale displayed the number.

291 pounds!

Amidst the crowd's exclamations, the second, third, fourth...

Four fish-filled nets were lifted from the water for weighing, each net close to three hundred pounds.

Once the four nets were weighed, it was heading towards over eleven hundred pounds of fish. At this time, the last net on the fishing box port had not been weighed yet.

"Wow, Old Three, something's off with your results, huh? You catch so little? The neighbor catches so much? Not collaborating, are you?"

Old Hu watched Zhang Yang's fish weighed all the way through, speaking with a slightly envious tone.

"Damn, Old Hu talking like he's got a tumor in his brain, sick! You think the referee doesn't see? There's a monitoring pole right there, think there's a problem, go ask Pretty Woman to check the camera!

I wish I could go easy, but you need the skills for that! Zhang Yang's floating fishing, flying kicking, do you understand carp flying kicking at float? Embarrassing!"

Old Three rolled his eyes, scolding his envious friend.

Suddenly, among the fish-weighing spectators, the atmosphere became a bit unusual.

At least dozens of people whispered quietly, all inquiring about the young angler Zhang Yang who caught over a thousand pounds of fish.

Compared to the local spectators, Zhang Yang was a rather unfamiliar name, having risen quickly and visited Jinghai Garden sparingly, so many still didn't recognize him.

However, online, Zhang Yang's popularity was high, not losing to top professional competitive anglers.

Someone started explaining, and many rushed to search on their phones, soon causing a stir among the crowd.

Seemingly young, very modest, the young lad turned out to be a real black pit expert, appearances can be deceiving!

Finally, the scores for the five nets were tallied, Zhang Yang's total score was 1431 pounds, leaving the temporarily second-ranked angler behind by more than eight hundred pounds.

"Lucky day, caught the right fish condition! The bait was spot on, so caught a bit more! We stand tall and fear no shadows, no trickery in fishing competitions, if anyone doubts my catch, they can check the cameras, I fully support it!"

Zhang Yang smiled and spoke softly to the crowd before taking the referee's pen and neatly signing his name on the score sheet.

With this statement, those clamoring to check the cameras fell silent.

In Lao Ma's fishing venue, it was reputed to have top-notch domestic surveillance cameras, covering every angle without a blind spot, anyone doing tricks or having clever ideas would be seen clearly on HD cameras.