Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 47: First Encounter with Lang Junfeng

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In the current fishing gear industry, the share held by commercial pond players is not that large. More anglers still consider lakes, reservoirs, and rivers as their main battlefields.

Who could’ve expected that someone could lure away over a dozen quality customers from my store with just a fish formula bait? That was something old Lang didn’t foresee.

After obtaining crucial information, Lang Junfeng quickly took action.

Today was another day when the Oil House Fishing Ground would release fish.

Zhang Yang and the others arrived early at the fishing ground to reserve a spot, waiting for the fish release, when a Jeep Grand Cherokee drove up to the Oil House Fishing Ground.

Upon hearing the roar of the Grand Cherokee’s engine, Zhao Bingguang habitually glanced up, and upon seeing the license plate, his brows furrowed.

"What’s wrong, Zhao bro?" Zhang Yang followed his gaze.

"A familiar face has arrived!"

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"Old Lang, Lang Junfeng! Hasn’t this guy been taking a group to the Tianhe Reservoir to play? Why has he switched to playing black pits?" Zhao Bingguang muttered, puzzled.

"A fellow competitor! You’ve mentioned him before!"

Upon hearing Lang Junfeng’s name, Zhang Yang grinned, realizing why Old Zhao frowned.

In terms of shop size and overall influence in the circle, Zhang Yang at this stage surely lagged behind Lang Junfeng.

But Zhang Yang, wanting rapid growth, had to face these veteran competitors and snatch away the relatively fixed market share from their hands!

Lang Junfeng came to fish, but Zhang Yang stayed calm, not taking it to heart, and continued with his own tasks, observing the situation unfold.

Following the Cherokee was a black Santana, and three people quickly stepped out after it parked.

Leading the group was the forty-something Lang Junfeng, not more than 170 cm tall, but robustly built. With a dark face, square face, and broad nose, he appeared quite authoritative.

He wore a Wuhan Tianyuan fishing cap, a sunscreen shirt, and a military-green vest popular among seasoned anglers and photographers.

As Lang Junfeng began unloading fishing gear from the car, fishing friends soon noticed him and went over to greet him.

Zhang Yang, taking a rough count, noticed that at least a dozen anglers at the ground knew him, making up more than half of the total number.

In the same car with Lang Junfeng was a teenager about seventeen or eighteen, apparently an apprentice like Fisherman, helping him unload the car and carrying the gear, rarely joining in as others greeted old Lang.

It was just past four in the afternoon, with some time before the fish release. After unloading, old Lang carried his gear straight to a spot near the mid-south bank, where someone had reserved a fishing spot for him.

Zhang Yang habitually set his fishing spot at the mid-north bank, directly across from old Lang.

It must be said, Lang Junfeng certainly had a strong presence.

Everything from the car he drove, the Fisherman he brought, to the familiar faces greeting him frequently at the fishing ground, all contributed to an intangible pressure, signifying his status and seniority in the local fishing circle.

Yet Zhang Yang wasn’t impressed by his aura at all.

Having seen many fishing champions, masters, and experts nationwide in a past life, Zhang Yang considered this level of player as, at most, a local bumpkin, not worth his concern.

At this moment, Qian Wenbo strolled to the fishing ground. Upon seeing him, Lang Junfeng waved from the south bank and called out, prompting Qian Wenbo to stride over.

Wang Jun remarked: "Tsk, tsk, a master is indeed a master! Coming to fish, just look at the aura! It’s like a city leader visiting the countryside!"

Zhang Yang grinned, "They’re just familiar faces, that’s all!"

"That Qian Wenbo is just a fence-sitter. If old Lang called him over, who knows what they’re discussing! I bet they’re targeting you, so stay alert later!" Wang Jun remarked dismissively.

Zhang Yang shook his head, "Highly unlikely!"

In less than ten minutes, Qian Wenbo came over to the north bank, bringing his fishing box to where Zhang Yang was, and already equipped, Lang Junfeng and his young apprentice made their way toward Zhang Yang on the north bank.

"Hey, old Zhao, here to fish too! This should be Qian Wenbo’s spot, right? I swapped with him to come to the north bank for a bit!"

Lang Junfeng placed his rod bag at the fishing spot next to Zhang Yang and greeted Zhao Bingguang.

Old Zhao nodded and handed him a cigarette: "Master Lang, what brings you here to play pole pits? That’s not quite your style! Weren’t you always bringing people to the reservoir?"

"Don’t mention it, the fish situation in the reservoir this season is terrible. Brought the anglers several times and got nothing!

Then I heard from a friend that a pole pit opened here at Oil House, and it’s pretty good, so I came to try it out!

Haven’t seen you in a while, drop by the store for tea sometime!"

"Sure, I’ll visit when I have time!" Zhao Bingguang nodded, leaving it at that.

Seeing that Zhao Bingguang had no further inclination for conversation, Lang Junfeng didn’t feel awkward, quickly organizing his gear before taking out a folded plastic bucket from the live fish box, preparing a pit for later fishing.

A few minutes later, Qian Wenbo returned.

"Is the pit ready? Get me some! I even gave you such a good spot at the mid-north bank!

By the way, did you meet young Zhang next to you? You two are in the same business!

Let me tell you, Zhang Yang is a master of black pits! Lately at the Oil House Fishing Ground, he’s been..."

Speaking, Qian Wenbo gave Zhang Yang a thumbs-up.

With Qian Wenbo’s involvement, it seemed he was introducing Lang Junfeng to Zhang Yang.

Old Lang glanced at Zhang Yang, extended his hand for a handshake: "You must be Zhang Yang? Heard several anglers at the shop mention you, quite a young man!"

Zhang Yang stood up and shook hands with him humbly: "Hello, Lang bro, brother Qian is just joking. Just messing around, got lucky a few times, not as legendary as rumored!"

"No popular reputation without substance, probably not just messing around! Young Zhang is quite modest!

What brands do you mainly deal in at your store? I handle Tianyuan, Hua Clan, Ming Lun, Wolf King, and Eastern District’s city-level agents, all solid goods. Just say the word if you need anything!"

Honestly, the first-tier fishing gear brand agents old Lang held at that point were indeed quite impressive.

Not to mention anything else, just the wholesale in the lower markets surrounding W City could earn him a lot annually.

However, Zhang Yang didn’t have much demand for such solid goods since the fishing gear brands he selected for items like bobbers and rods weren’t lacking in quality.

And for items frequently sold like commodity baits, Xin Da could handle it. There was no need to procure from Lang Junfeng!

The fishing gear industry did have instances of cross-supply. For fish baits from Hua Clan and Tianyuan, the market wasn’t limited to him alone; big brokers at the wholesale markets could get them, and some didn’t even go through local agents but were sourced cross-regionally.

"Okay! Will definitely trouble you if needed!"

Zhang Yang replied politely, ending the conversation with little desire for further exchange.