Looking out the window, it was already evening outside. Zhang Yang rubbed his eyes, took off his sunscreen suit, and entered the washroom wearing only large shorts.
After a ten-minute shower, Zhang Yang felt significantly better. He dried himself off, changed into clean clothes, and then perked up as he left the room.
He gathered the team members door-to-door, and everybody split into three cars, grandly heading toward the destination hotel.
The hotel that Wang Yan and Xiao Wei booked was pretty upscale, with a four-star standard. They called all the friends and acquaintances they could; one large table and two medium ones, hosting a dinner for over fifty people.
Among these people were some local water friends who had helped set the stage for Xiao Wei yesterday, small-time internet celebrities whom Wang Yan had known for a while, and this event's judging panel, as well as some heads from the fishing association—essentially, it was a standard business gathering.
