Sure, here is the translated text:
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!"
"Who is it?"
