Fishing Livestream

Deng Gang took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly after a long pause: "Our strategy to cut the roots of their support is useless now! I underestimated his influence among his fans!"

"So what do we do? I still want to settle the score for what happened in the winter!" Bao Butong couldn't hold back and publicly expressed his desire for revenge.

"We thought our intelligence gathering was pretty good, but we still lack a real understanding of him! There's no suitable opportunity for now! Let's discuss it later!"

"Are we just going to endure this, Old Deng?"

"What else? Do you have a better idea?"

"I... I don't!"

"Let's just keep it like this for now! We'll look for other opportunities! Staff should keep an eye these couple of days and make sure the goods from the livestream get shipped out quickly! That's it, meeting adjourned! Everyone go and rest!"

The big boss had spoken, so the leaders of the company's various departments naturally had no objections. They got up and left, and soon the large conference room was only left with Bao Butong and Deng Gang.

"Busy with the livestream during dinner time, didn't eat well, want to go out for a drink?" Deng Gang proposed.

"Not in the mood, do you have any other plans or arrangements? I don't mind spending some money, I just can't swallow this insult!"

"Nope, let's discuss it another time!"

"Then I'm going first, damn! What kind of mess was that! We lost utterly!"

...

Deng Gang stood in front of the office window, watching Bao Butong's car leave the company's parking spot, feeling conflicted.

He maintained this posture for more than ten minutes, then took out his phone and dialed a number that wasn't saved.

"Is this Crow? I want you to investigate something for me!"

...

In the following half month, it seemed like nothing happened over at Yue Feng's side. The company's warehouse shipped goods as scheduled, arranging production and other related matters.

However, through undercover investigation, Yue Feng accurately caught the company collaborating with the Fishing Tackle Industry Association behind the scenes.

This time, Yue Feng handled it decisively, directly proposing to cancel the cooperation as an executive director. Several other voting bigwigs responded in unison, swiftly clearing the insiders in the team.

In a blink of an eye, another half month went by. Without realizing it, the climate had turned to late autumn, temperatures started to cool, and outdoor fishing conditions began to change significantly.

The Maltose Fermentation Bait released online initially showed striking potential, with high replenishment and repurchase rates from collaborators. The market response was overwhelmingly positive.

The company's business expansion was going smoothly, but things weren't as comfortable for the club members.

Ever since Yue Feng had the idea of having club members pursue national-level competitions for rankings, they hardly stayed at their own club in over a month, spending most of the time either in competitions or traveling to them.

Of course, the results from pursuing competitions were also very good. In a short time, they secured three first-place positions alone, with over ten second to fifth places combined. They brought back a stack of award certificates.

Just when Yue Feng thought this autumn's last passion would pass quietly, a fishing report stirred the entire internet.

Old Turtle Lake in Xinyang City, Nanhe Province, recently had Big Qing fish frequently caught, with the largest weighing over 80 pounds!

"Fengfeng, there are Big Qings coming from Old Turtle Lake. Director Lao Zheng from the filming crew called me earlier, asking if we want to catch some heat?"

"Chase the heat? Not interested!" Yue Feng shook his head absent-mindedly.

"Come with me, whether we catch or not isn't important, let's just relax. I've noticed you've been frowning without a smile in your spare time lately! Now that there's not much going on at the company, let's go have fun for a few days? Since spring started, you've been busy with all sorts of competitions and things, and haven't had much leisure time to relax!"

Hearing this, Yue Feng's heart softened. What he originally intended to refuse was swallowed back down.

"Alright then, let's go check it out! What does the filming crew plan? Want to make a special episode?"

"Yes, codenamed Operation Hunt Qing!"

"Fine, if you want to go, then let's go. I'll ask in the fan group if any local friends can help arrange in advance! If many are chasing the trend, starting now we might be a bit late!"

"Hehe, Fengfeng, you're the best!" WaWa hugged him and kissed his forehead.

Now that Yue Feng agreed, WaWa immediately coordinated with the filming crew, preparing in half a day and setting off early the next morning for Xinyang.

At the stage Yue Feng reached, going fishing is vastly different from a few years ago.

Before, Yue Feng would drive an old car, going wherever he wanted, bringing only WaWa along at most.

Now, just from the Black Pit Jianghu filming crew, there were about five or six people, filling a large Iveco van with both people and equipment, barely fitting into one vehicle.

From W City to the destination, the distance was close to a thousand kilometers, taking a full day and a half of driving, arriving in the afternoon of the second day.

Just after getting off the highway into the city, Yue Feng called a fan friend.

"Hello, Brother Wen, I'm Yue Feng. We've entered the city, where should we meet?"

"You got off the highway? I'll send you a location, just drive to my shop!"

After ending the call, Yue Feng followed the navigation to a medium-sized fishing tackle shop called Fisherman's Wharf.

Brother Wen was already waiting at the door, and as soon as he saw Yue Feng's car arriving, he came forward to greet him.

"Welcome, Teacher Yue Feng, to our Xinyang, welcome, please come inside!"

Brother Wen was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a square face and a crew cut. The hair on his temples was slightly graying, but he had very few wrinkles on his dark face, clearly someone who often fishes outdoors.

"Hello, Brother Wen, is this your shop?" Yue Feng warmly shook hands with him.

"Yes, I heard you were coming, so all the members of my club came! Come in and sit, don't worry about the fish at Old Turtle Lake, we have friends maintaining spots there! After resting, I'll take you there tomorrow!"

"Great!"

Soon, under Brother Wen's guidance, Yue Feng and the others entered the fishing tackle shop.

From the outside, the shop looked modest in size, but after entering, Yue Feng realized it was a whole different world inside.

The first floor displayed shelves in about a 200 square meter area! It had a range of mid-to-high-end fishing gear, almost covering all major brands, and products from Yuefeng Fishing Tackle were placed in the most prominent spot on entering.

"Oh, so Brother Wen is our distributor!" Yue Feng was somewhat surprised.

"Look at you saying that, I must be among your earliest fans. I've been fishing for decades, and honestly, few bait and remedy products make me impressed, but I can't resist what comes from you!

I was the first city-level distributor for our company in the first year! In the second year, I directly secured the entire Henan Province distribution!

Currently, all provincial distributors receive shipments through me! With our flagship products, I nearly captured the entire Black Pit community in our area!"