Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King

Chapter 848 - 570: Wei Song Returns to the Team

Through the meeting, everyone basically finalized the personnel framework for the club, and the remaining matters need to be submitted and reviewed step by step according to the normal process.

Given the situation in China, going through these processes naturally takes time, and there’s no need to rush. Anyway, Zhang Yang, acting as a hands-off manager, left all these miscellaneous matters to Old Zhao, so he didn’t have to worry about them himself.

However, while he didn’t need to manage the processes, the communication with the team members was still Zhang Yang’s responsibility.

Less than ten minutes after the meeting, Zhang Yang took out his phone and called Wei Song.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the call application prompted that the line was busy. Zhang Yang didn’t think much of it and just hung up for the time being.

After ten minutes, Zhang Yang dialed again, and it still showed the line was busy. Just as Zhang Yang was wondering what was going on, Wei Song called back.

"Hey? My man Song, a big busy guy, I called twice, and it’s busy both times!" Zhang Yang joked lightly, being very familiar and casual.

"Hehe, Brother Zhang Yang, any orders? Just now a friend called to chat about something, and as soon as I hung up, I called you back!"

"So, just now the Chinese Fishing Association sent out a document to restart the fishing club professional league! The rules and details are out. Our company’s competitive team just finished the meeting and has decided to set up a club to compete in the club professional league!

However, there’s a tricky issue. According to the rules, to form a club, there must be at least five caa member anglers with 1500 points or more. Counting myself, we only have four people, missing one main player. That’s why I thought of you, my brother!

No need for small talk, if you don’t have any other commitments, come to the club and help out a brother?"

Zhang Yang and Wei Song have been in contact regularly, and both have a good understanding of each other’s temperaments, so when Zhang Yang extended the invitation, he didn’t beat around the bush. He just explained the situation and got straight to the point.

Wei Song: "Uh..."

"What’s up, not convenient?" Zhang Yang heard some hesitation in Wei Song’s voice and asked further.

"If it’s just to help you out personally, there’s no problem on my end, always at your service! The main issue is joining the pole fishing club, my hand..." Wei Song hesitated, not finishing his sentence, but Zhang Yang already understood his concern.

From the way he spoke, it seemed Wei Song felt his hand injury would make it difficult to offer substantial help by joining the club and might even become a burden to the team, hence his hesitation.

"Isn’t your hand almost recovered? Besides, it’s your right hand that’s hurt, not the left. You’re now a bona fide Third-level Competitive Fishing Master, surely you have some confidence?"

Zhang Yang made it very clear that he didn’t mind the minor issues on Wei Song’s side.

"Being a Third-level Master, it’s all thanks to the Jelly Powder you gave me back then. If you compare actual combat strength, among the current Third-level Competitive Masters, at best, I can only rank somewhere in the middle.

I know your invitation to the club is well-intentioned, but we’re bros, we’re friends. Being bros means considering each other more.

I don’t want to use my arm injury to morally bind you!

You’ve already done enough for me; morally speaking, you owe me nothing. I’m not sure if you get what I’m saying!"

After hearing Wei Song’s words, Zhang Yang laughed on the other side of the line.

"Wow! I’ve never seen you so twisted! Who said you’d be a burden here? There aren’t many active Third-level Competitive Masters in China.

And among all those I have connections with, it’s just you! The little brother is in trouble; if you, as my older brother, don’t help, who will?

You think your technique is lacking, let me ask you, would you really perform worse than these junior team members of mine? Surely, you’re more experienced than Liu Zi and Xiaobao?

That’s settled then. I’ll send you the address and location; once you’ve settled things at home, just come report to the club! As for the contract and salary, we’ll discuss that once you’re here!"

"Alright... alright! I’ll sort things at home as quick as possible and head over to you!"

Having heard this much, despite his hesitation, Wei Song couldn’t refuse Zhang Yang’s invitation and agreed half-heartedly.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Some of what Wei Song said on the call was true. Zhang Yang’s invitation wasn’t just due to their good relationship, but also to help find a place for Wei Song. Wei Song’s arm injury was a thorn in Zhang Yang’s heart, and being able to make up for it in this way was within Zhang Yang’s capability.

People are complex emotional creatures, and often act not purely rationally.

Despite his usual cleverness and ability to avoid being taken advantage of by strangers, Zhang Yang is absolutely reliable when it comes to family, friends, and close brothers. That’s why he has accumulated so many genuine friends.

While Zhang Yang and Old Zhao were meeting and discussing details, and inviting friends, the entire national pole fishing competitive circle was buzzing with excitement.

With the restart of the club league, naturally, many top-tier fishing gear brands will form their own teams. There aren’t many companies that maintain professional competitive anglers, so most companies, upon hearing the news, scrambled to recruit various pole fishing experts through various industry connections.