Only to see Zhang Yang intentionally delayed his rod lift by half a beat, the familiar force of a catch transmitted from the tip of the rod.
The size of this Grass Carp should not be considered large, but the first round after being hooked had quite a strong burst.
Holding the rod in his right hand, Zhang Yang rested the middle section of the handle on the back of his left hand for leverage, effortlessly controlling the fish, and the rod lifted up.
"Wow, our President Yang's social prowess hooked a fish! How's the bite?" Wang Yan, observing the scene, sparkled with excitement, questioning before Zhang Yang even landed the fish.
While managing the rod to control the fish, Zhang Yang replied, "Two bites with a four-eye black bobber! The bite's alright, not sure what it's feeding on yet, I'll check when I bring the fish up!"
