Early the next morning, before dawn, Zhu Wentao and his brothers were woken up early by the alarm clock they had set the night before. After drinking a bit of alcohol and the fatigue from long-distance driving, they went to bed early. Once they woke up, they felt revitalized as if they'd been recharged.

"Brother Xiong, Brother Dong, let's grab some breakfast downstairs, and head to the venue early to prepare!" Zhu Wentao knocked on his companions' door and called out.

"Don't worry, when it comes to lively fish, our team is the best! When the time comes, we'll hit them hard with the Flying Copy, however fast the fish are, that's how fast we'll catch them! Sure thing!" Wu Dong said confidently.

"Dongzi, don't get cocky, stay steady. Their team isn't to be underestimated, our Flying Copy technique was learned from their videos!" The tall and thin Liu Yingxiong cautioned after seeing his companion getting a bit boastful.

"No matter what, just fish well when it starts! Even though they hosted us yesterday, it's still a separate matter; friends can be friends, but when it comes to a man's honor, that's the bottom line, and we can't slack off!"

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While the three musketeers were well-fed and driving towards the Meng Village Fishing Ground, dozens of vehicles with license plates from neighboring cities got off the highway, following navigation straight to the Meng Village Fishing Ground.

Following Zhang Yang's advice, Wang Yan posted a message about a small gathering in the hardcore fan group, requiring it to be within 150 kilometers range from W City for the nearby fishing enthusiasts.

These people set off in the middle of the night to meet the broadcasters and witness the fish competition. Most could ensure their arrival before the start of the contest.

Compared to the frenzy outside, Wang Yan and his team, defending their home ground, were pretty calm.

Regarding the knowledge of Meng Village Fishing Ground's fish condition, they were second to none. Plus, Zhang Yang clearly stated he'd be participating, so in Wang Yan's mind, this contest was over before it started.

As the central figure, Zhang Yang wasn't anxious in the least.

Driving from his residence to Meng Village would take at most fifteen minutes. Zhang Yang wasn't rushing, waking up according to his usual routine, then methodically washing his face, brushing his teeth, and having breakfast. By the time he left home, it was only six fifty; he'd be there by seven thirty, and the event starts at eight. He had plenty of time.

After checking the time and confirming he hadn't missed anything, Zhang Yang drove his van with all his gear, leisurely heading towards Meng Village Fishing Ground.

According to Meng Village's usual fish release schedule, today was a normal fishing day. However, yesterday a special announcement was made in the customer group that today's venue was not open to the public.

Therefore, when Zhang Yang's vehicle arrived at the fishing ground, it was unusually quiet, with only Wang Yan and Zhou Chu present, while Han Qiang was still on the way, running a few minutes late.

Seeing Zhang Yang drive his van directly into the yard, Wang Yan cheerily walked over to greet him.

Wang Yan's personality had this advantage; he'd admit his mistakes. While he may appear strong in front of outsiders, in his circle of friends, he could be thick-skinned. As Han Qiang would say, this guy is a bit shameless with his own brothers.

"Hey, Boss! Did you have breakfast? I brought you some soy milk and fried dough sticks; if you haven't eaten, have a bite. We'll need you to turn things around later!" Wang Yan said, adjusting his pants while speaking.

"I had breakfast at home! I think Meng Fan will be here shortly; save it for him!"

"Oh, okay! By the way, are you preparing the bait for today's fish competition? If you do, we'll feel at ease using it! I brought the large wash basin for mixing scatter bait!"

Zhang Yang had no complaints with Wang Yan and nodded helplessly: "Alright, I'll prepare the bait! For three of us, I'll get it ready all at once!

Where's the basin? We have time now, let's get all the preparatory work done!"

"Great! I'll go bring it right away!" Wang Yan ran off to where he had parked his car.

Quickly, Wang Yan returned, carrying a half-bag of large-packaged loose yellow surface bait on his shoulder and with his other hand holding a huge red wash basin.

Zhang Yang looked up, couldn't help but smile: "Looks good!

Seeing the bait and the basin you prepared shows that you often live stream here at the deep spot, you know the fish conditions well! As long as Han Qiang and Zhou perform normally, today shouldn't be a problem!"

"The bag has roughly twenty to thirty pounds of yellow surface bait; will that be enough? If not, I can figure out something!" Wang Yan continued to ask.

"It's enough. On average, each person would only need to deal with just over three hundred pounds of deep pit fishing, and the three of us working together with around twenty pounds of bait should hold up just fine! When does the livestream start? It's almost time, right?"

"The livestream starts at seven thirty, so just a few minutes left!"

"I'll get the bait ready before the broadcast! Where's the additive? Bring the small additive over! If we want to win today, we need to add strong flavor! A mild taste would be a disadvantage!"

"Got it, got it! I just picked up the additives from the warehouse yesterday; if it's not enough, there's still more in the car!"

Good heavens, the additives that typically sell for dozens or even hundreds in regular sales, Wang Yan treated like they were free. He directly took out a convenient bag from the tackle box, with at least six or seven sets, primarily the most widely used secret black sugar syrup, having prepared at least seven or eight bottles.

With everything ready, Zhang Yang wasted no time, directly rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

The bait from the snakeskin bags was all poured into the washbasin, followed by one bottle of barley sweet potato syrup, half a bottle of energy fruit acid, and three bottles of secret black sugar syrup, as if they were free, all poured at the bottom of the basin.