When the two of them returned from the restroom after verbally agreeing on an alliance, more than half of the anglers had already had their catches checked.
Zhang Yang walked up to Meng Fan and casually asked, "What's the highest count now?"
"54 fish, caught by that guy named Huang Tao! And the last ones haven't been counted yet!"
"Okay, let's see!"
Soon, Liu Zi and Xiaobao came over to Ma Yuhua: "Teacher Ma, could you please check our catches?"
Ma Yuhua had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and without moving his hands, he gave a glance, prompting Fisherman behind him to quickly help his mentor lift the fish basket and dump it into one of the plastic basins.
After counting so many people's catches, Xiaobao could roughly estimate the number of fish just by eyeing it.
Honestly, Ma Yuhua's level is indeed much higher than that of an average angler; his catches seemed to be a bit more than that guy who had fifty-something fish earlier.
