No wonder he offered fifty thousand yuan right off the bat; turns out he's a well-off young master. Zhang Yang quietly came to a conclusion.
On the other side, Yu Xiaotong also noticed Zhang Yang observing him, so he gave Zhang Yang a slightly provocative look, with that inherent rebelliousness unique to a young master.
Noticing the other's emotions, Zhang Yang slightly curved the corner of his mouth, smiled at his opponent, and deftly began the final preparations before fishing.
Although it was just an exchange of glances, the tension in the competition venue was already quite palpable. Zhang Yang wasn't interested in picking a fight with Yu Xiaotong, but in Yu's eyes, anyone who didn't know their place was an enemy, unworthy of any kindness. Having been pampered at home since childhood, being refused naturally bred a feeling of resentment.
