Live Fishing Studio

Chapter 272 Strong Enemy

There are several tables put together in front of the staff, and the three tables are exactly 3.6 meters. When the fisherman's fishing rod is fully extended, he can know whether there is any problem with the length of the rod.

The staff member in charge of the bar inspection was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a straight belly, dark skin, and a straight face with no expression on his face. He should also be in charge of on-court refereeing.

The fisherman in front of the line handed over the pole. The black-faced referee showed no expression. After checking the length and confirming that it was correct, he put a special label on the handle of the pole, and the pole could be used in the competition.

But after taking over Yue Feng's Chengying 3h, the black-faced referee showed a rare expression.

light! It feels so light!

The black-faced referees are called Lao Zhao and Zhao Yanjun. They have been refereeing various competitions all year round. They have seen a lot of poles commonly used by competitive fishermen, such as gamma carp and dawa, and are very familiar with all aspects of hand feel.

To be exaggerated, if you get a fake famous-brand pole, you don't need to look at it in detail in Lao Zhao's hands, you can make a general judgment by shaking your hand or unfolding it.

But the two poles of the young man in front of him were beyond Lao Zhao's cognition.

Especially the one at 3h, as if holding a section of wheat straw in its hand, it was as light as nothing.

I took a look up and down, the painting is very exquisite, the font is ancient and clumsy, it looks like it was made by everyone.

Lao Zhao has been playing with poles all his life, but he didn't remember which product it was. There is no such thing in memory

Hey, young man, this pole of yours is light enough, which new product is it? Old Zhao took a closer look and couldn't see it, so he couldn't help but open his mouth to ask.

Hi, this pole is a gift from a friend, it's a customized model, and it's not in the market! Yue Feng responded politely, without saying a word.

I said, this feels really good!

After saying this, Lao Zhao unfolded the pole. After shaking it, it still felt very good. He drew the length on the table casually, and the 3.6m was neither too long nor too short.

Okay! Old Zhao glanced at Yue Feng, and casually pasted the inspection pass label on the handle of Yue Feng's pole.

Thank you! Yue Feng took the pole to thank him, and then walked towards the waiting area.

After all fishermen draw lots and inspect rods, the chief referee gives an order to enter the field!

Everyone pulled the trolley case and entered the arena with equipment.

It is very easy to find the middle waist position, and Yue Feng quickly found his position.

According to the competition system, there is 15 minutes of preparation time after entering the field for the players to prepare for the game by opening the bait and adjusting the drift. The time is still relatively sufficient.

Yue Feng of the line group and so on was adjusted yesterday, and it only needs to be checked briefly, but the bait needs to be produced on site.

Yue Feng now has two types of crucian carp bait in his hand, one was configured in the store last night, and the other was given by Brother Zhang Fenglin not long ago, and it is also the product after certain adjustments.

To be on the safe side, Yue Feng opened one of each of the two baits, and added an appropriate amount of musk wine to both.

The bait here has just been mixed with water and left to stand evenly, when an acquaintance comes by.

Hey! Xiaoyue, we are next to each other!

Yue Feng heard someone say hello and looked up.

The person who came was none other than Wang Xiaoli, who had been pinching fish with Yue Feng and the others for a whole day yesterday.

Hi Brother Li, what a coincidence! Yue Feng greeted with a smile, but his heart trembled slightly.

Although Wang Xiaoli is very flamboyant, his fishing skills are really good. Yesterday Yue Feng and the three of them made a lot of money by pinching fish, but after a day's calculation, Wang Xiaoli didn't lose any money, which is very few among the people who pinched fish yesterday.

It's over, I felt stable just now after I twitched my middle waist. It's not safe to be next to you. No, I want to re-open some bait!

Wang Xiaoli put down the fishing box, took out the pre-opened bait from the food box and put it aside, then started to work again, it seemed that he was going to make another bait.

Haha, you hold your hands high! Yue Feng said haha.

Wang Xiaoli didn't continue talking, he opened the pole of the fishing box, and took out several small medicine bottles one after another with the labels removed and only the numbers written on them with a marker.

Yue Feng baited and waited for the waking to produce silk, and the poles, poles, fishing nets, fish protection lines and so on were all placed in convenient positions. It happened that nothing happened now. Seeing Wang Xiaoli opened new bait, Yue Feng was silent. observed for a while.

No matter what small medicine is, it has its own taste. After Yue Feng learned the small medicine identification skills, Yue Feng can roughly count the regular small medicine flavors on the market just by smelling them nearby.

According to Yue Feng's judgment, the small medicines added by Wang Xiaoli are mainly sweet and fragrant. From the taste, Yue Feng smelled custard, grain fragrance, and sweet strawberries, which are very commonly used for fishing crucian carp.

I don't know what Wang Xiaoli thinks about. When opening new bait, the amount of small medicine added is not small, but this guy should have a lot of experience in using the medicine in his hand. The taste of the bait after opening is very soft. The pungent and strange smell mixed by those beginners who were fishing indiscriminately.

It tastes really strong! Yue Feng raised his mouth casually.

Wang Xiaoli curled his lips: It's okay to rush, and you can get a small point for this match! Yesterday you pinched fish and you made a lot of money together with Lao Liu and Lao Zhang!

Not much, just earn a registration fee or something! Yue Feng continued to laugh.

There is an opportunity to communicate and exchange, it's about to start, let's stop talking nonsense with you!

OK!

Although Wang Xiaoli entered the field a few minutes late for some unknown reason, his preparations were very quick, and he looked like a seasoned fisherman.

The water basin is placed behind the buttocks, and you can reach it with your hands. Next to it is the sub-thread box. The sub-threads with different diameters and hook numbers are also within reach. When everything is tidied up, there are still about ten minutes before the official start of the race.

Yue Feng glanced at his watch, the game was about to start, so he turned around and took out the drone from the trolley case, activated it and turned on the live broadcast.

After all, it was a regular match. The drone had just taken off when it was spotted by a referee not far away, so it quickly walked towards Yue Feng.

Rushing to Yue Feng's place, it was a coincidence that this referee was Lao Zhao who had helped Yue Feng test his pole not long ago.

Xiao Yue, what's the situation? What is your drone doing? Lao Zhao glanced at Yue Feng and asked responsibly.

Oh, this is for live broadcasting. I asked Chairman Lu that live broadcasting is allowed during the game! It shouldn't be a problem, right? Yue Feng said decently.

Live broadcast? Old Zhao was full of suspicion.

Nowadays, with the advancement of technology, live broadcasting has become one of the means of livelihood for many fishermen. It is not forbidden to start broadcasting in the arena, but the personnel who assist in broadcasting need to report in advance, and most of them use ordinary tripod brackets. It's just a mobile phone, and it's the first time Lao Zhao saw the live broadcast with a drone.

Yue Feng turned on his mobile phone to enter the live broadcast page, and gave Old Zhao a look.