"Xiaobao just started learning to fish for a little over half a year, 155 pounds, Meng Fan 179 pounds, Han Mocheng, 181 pounds! Not much, just average performance, casually fished!"
Zhang Yang spoke with obvious intent to provoke, so his words were much more arrogant than usual.
"I..."
Huang Zheng almost choked on his breath when he heard these results, feeling a bit off.
After four rounds of the competition, Huang Zheng felt that even though he lost to Zhang Yang, he still had a solid foundation, and his performance in the latter half was decent; overall, it should have been satisfactory.
But unexpectedly, Zhang Yang's words dealt him a fatal blow.
"As expected from a wealthy family, I'll gladly accept these ten premium cigars! We'll meet again when there's another chance!"
Seeing Huang Zheng at a loss, Zhang Yang smoothly took the premium cigars he brought and tossed them to Liu Zi beside him.
