"This afternoon, second round, total weight! Put two packs of Huazi on it!" Seeing Zhang Yang agree so爽快, Huang Zheng directly named his stake.
Putting two packs of Huazi on it means adding two extra packs of Huazi as the prize pool; in competitive pit-fishing, that's already not a small bet.
Hearing this proposal, the corners of Zhang Yang's mouth lifted in a faint smile, his face full of disdain: "Just two packs of Huazi? I thought you were some big shot! You guys usually fish for money and only play this small?"
Zhang Yang's disdain stunned Huang Zheng and the two guys following him. Two packs of Huazi are already over a thousand yuan, not exactly small. Judging from his tone, how did it end up being despised by Zhang Yang?
Before they could react, Zhang Yang continued, "If we play, we play big. Ten packs, I'll spar with you! Dare to take it?"
Huang Zheng had never been challenged like this. His brain heated up and he agreed on the spot: "Fine, ten it is! A gentleman's word!"
