Unknowingly, it was ten o'clock in the morning, and the whole pond had completely stopped having any fish bite, so many impatient anglers had already packed up.
Zhang Yang had another triumphant battle, with about thirty-five fish, over 80 pounds of catch, ensuring a smooth victory.
Meanwhile, on the north shore, Wang Jun and old Lang's three-hour fishing contest also reached the agreed time.
Wang Jun glanced at old Lang: "President Lang, time's up, shall we weigh the catch?"
Old Lang had stopped having any fish bite for at least two hours. Several times he wanted to find an excuse to leave, but Wang Jun kept a close eye on him, making it impossible. This fishing felt like an eternity.
Now that the fishing time was up and the winner was decided, it was like reaching the stage of the final "death sentence," and today old Lang couldn't escape the fact that he lost the contest.
