"By the way, bro, how much are you getting paid to help slaughter a pig these days?"
Zhang Yang was nodding repeatedly apologizing to the other party, then suddenly threw out a new question.
"500, uh... what did you say??"
The other party, unsuspecting, casually answered, and then realized he'd slipped up, staring at Zhang Yang with a bit of dismay, his mind a bit puzzled.
All anglers who came to the Fishing King Cup qualifiers had signed up from around Dongshan Province. Zhang Yang's question about the payment for slaughtering a pig was actually local competitive fishing lingo.
It wasn't about actually butchering pigs like a butcher, but about joining forces to target a specific team or angler in response to some call.
The money was easy to earn, and many people, who stood no chance of qualifying themselves, took it to cover entry fees and other expenses with a little side income.
