Hearing what Zhang Yang said, Wang Defa's face remained impassive, but inside he was about to explode.

The competition spanned two days, and the first day caught them off guard. He couldn't let Zhang Yang act so arrogant on the second day; this was no longer just about interests, but also involved saving face for Wang Defa.

"President Wang's team has good fishing skills too!" At that moment, the host, who was not very perceptive, chimed in.

Wang Defa had long been annoyed by this two-faced person, and seeing him interject, he immediately lost the desire to continue the conversation. After glancing at him out of the corner of his eye without saying anything, he presented the award to Zhang Yang, forced himself to suppress his irritation to shake hands and take pictures, and then quickly returned to the backstage.

Once the award ceremony was over, it marked the end of today's competition. Wang Defa, holding in a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent, directly summoned the anglers from his scrapped-together team into a prefab room behind the fishing ground and held a debriefing meeting.

This was a little privilege as the title sponsor of the event, with Lao Ma and Da Meili specially arranging a ten-square-meter prefab room for them, equipped with tables, tea, a water cooler, and stools.

The so-called debriefing meeting was more like an individual venting session for boss Wang Defa. From the moment everyone entered the room, the atmosphere was very tense.

"Everyone speak up! Weren't you bragging noisily before the match? The contest ended today, and those claiming that their position was good and they would definitely get results, where are your results? A bunch of big burly men can't even beat a female angler!

Everyone take turns to summarize today's issues and come up with a plan for tomorrow's match! I've spent so much money on you all to see results! You need to be able to deliver at crucial moments!"

Wang Defa spat around the room, his eyes faintly red.

The team leader Guo Xiaopeng mustered the courage to say, "President Wang, the fish weight we estimated before the match, today's competition actually wasn't that far off!

Xiao Qiang and Li Ming performed better than expected and exceeded the fish catch! It's not entirely the brothers' fault!"

Xiao Qiang also chimed in, "Yes, President Wang, Zhang Yang's team was well-prepared, bringing new bait! Today's game, at most, was an unexpected accident; everyone performed normally without any major mistakes!

You can't blame our guys for poor skills just because they performed well, right?

I heard them say that Zhang Yang even caught carp using the Flying Kicking method on the surface. Who can keep up with such a technique!"

This logic made sense—everyone on the team performed similarly to usual, without big mistakes, but Zhang Yang's team simply outperformed them, breaking Jinghai Garden's record with an unbelievable fishing method, something no one expected.

Even after hearing the team's explanation, Wang Defa was still not appeased and stubbed out a half-burnt cigarette on his shoe.

"According to you, you performed normally and didn't get results because the other team fished better? It has nothing to do with you? Is that the logic?

Now you're stressing the bait problem? Previously, who was it saying that the bait was all about the same, it relied on positioning and technique? And now you're emphasizing bait?"

Guo Xiaopeng and the others had indeed bragged to boss Wang Defa before, and hearing this, they couldn't refute and could only listen to the boss's lecture, making the atmosphere awkward again in the room.

Seeing no one raising their heads, Wang Defa took a deep breath to adjust his state, and after more than ten seconds, continued: "Today's competition is over, but tomorrow's match, I want you to come up with a plan for me!

At the very least, you need to recover the lost face! They took six out of the top ten places in the standings, and four out of the top five were their anglers. Such results are a slap to our brand as sponsor!

I've roughly seen the bait they used from the surveillance; it's just some puffed bait. I've also copied the video footage onto a USB drive for you to study! Strive to recover our reputation in tomorrow's match! Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"Let's call it a day, return to the hotel! Before the match ends, no one is allowed to show off! Dismissed!"

After venting his anger on his team members, Wang Defa announced the dismissal, then drove his second-hand BMW towards the hotel where he was staying.

The daytime competition was over, but Wang Defa had arranged some meetings with contacts and connections in the fishing circle through Lao Ma for the evening, so he needed to go back to change clothes.

After the award ceremony, all the anglers began gradually leaving the fishing site with their companions. Zhang Yang and his team, having arrived early in the morning, parked their cars close to the competition area.

Unloading equipment was convenient, but when leaving, there was quite a distance, and by the time they drove out, a long queue had already formed ahead.

Old Xu's brothers who were helping were parked by the roadside on the main road outside the fishing grounds in large-displacement off-road vehicles, making quite a visual impact.

Anglers gradually leaving the fishing site took a few looks and quietly discussed with their companions about whose people these might be; the setup was incredibly impressive.

The answer soon became apparent.

Three of Zhang Yang's team's cars came out from the intersection, greeted by Old Xu's Humvee leading the way.

Zhang Yang stuck his head out and honked at the other side.

Old Xu got the message, honked back, and then called out on the walkie-talkie,

"Zhang Yang's team is out; let their three cars go first, all cars switch formation, U-turn and follow them! My car will be the last, make sure no one falls out!"

After Zhang Yang's cars passed, Old Xu simply parked his massive Humvee across the road, temporarily blocking all cars, while others in the convoy began to make U-turns.

Once the U-turns were completed and the cars lined up, Old Xu swiftly turned his Humvee around, followed by flashing hazard lights, and majestically left with the convoy.

If parking by the roadside with hazard lights blinking to wait for someone creates a bit of a spectacle, then having a Humvee block the road and the convoy make a uniform U-turn definitely comes off as arrogant.

Among the anglers or streamers who came for the competition, many have some money in their pockets, but facing such a scene, none dared to step forward.

Not to mention negotiating, no one even dared to honk, fearing trouble.

As they watched the convoy drive away with Zhang Yang's car, they frantically inquired in their groups or through other channels.

"Damn, five 9-plate Humvee blocked the road at Jinghai Garden, and over twenty cars turned around and left afterward. Does anyone know whose people these are, this is insane!"

"All hardcore off-roaders, Humvees, Land Cruisers, 570s, at the very least a Jeep Wrangler! Judging by the plates, they aren't local; they're from the surrounding areas!"

"The big Humvee parked horizontally in the middle of the road, it feels so domineering!"

"Is there some big shot flaunting at Jinghai Garden? Who knows what's going on?"

As the discussion in the group sparked these comments, various speculations and discussions quickly heated up. With such a display at Jinghai Garden, it must be a big shot.

At this moment, someone casually mentioned in the group, "Zhang Yang's girlfriend's assistant got into a scuffle with some thugs, it caused some trouble, that convoy belongs to Zhang Yang's friends!"