When Zhang Yang, 'fully armed,' came downstairs to meet the other team members in the lobby, everyone took a look at each other's stances and walking postures and couldn't help but smile wryly.
The fish situation in Jinghai Garden is not something that a regular small commercial black pit can match. The water quality is well-adjusted, the fish are strong, and coupled with the water level often being two or three meters deep, retrieving fish requires more energy than in shallow ponds.
Even the big shots like Wang Yan and Han Qiang, who usually boast of being War Gods in black pits, had plaster arranged on them. Just a glance showed that their postures were clearly a bit distorted, not to mention the strong smell of plaster under their sun protection suits.
"Boss, are you alright?" Wang Yan asked Zhang Yang with concern as he finally came down.
