The Top Fishing
Chapter 430 - 207: Scout Ahead

Chapter 430: Chapter 207: Scout Ahead

As Lin Yang continued to fiddle with one of the rifle suppressors, a uniformed store clerk approached him.

"Hello sir, can I help you with anything?" The American Caucasian woman in her thirties had a stiff expression but was still polite.

Lin Yang shook his head, "Just looking around."

Seemingly detecting his awkward, Chinese-accented English, the clerk said, "According to Florida law, only US citizens or green card-holding immigrants can purchase and use firearms. Tourists and students do not meet the purchase eligibility requirements."

Lin Yang and his companions nodded, put down the suppressor they were holding, and turned to leave.

Once the regulations began to be discussed, the implication was clear: they didn’t qualify to buy, so there was no need to continue looking.

After leaving the area, Zhang Lin whispered in Chinese, "So many American Caucasians are like this, they seem polite but keep you at arm’s length. I’m used to it by now, and I don’t know where they get this sense of superiority from, acting like they’re better than everyone else."

Wang Feng just laughed it off, "The old saying goes, the customer is God. No matter how arrogant, they still greet us, which is enough for me. Is there anywhere else fun? Let’s keep looking around."

Zhang Lin suggested, "Let’s go check out the speedboat area, it might be useful for you guys in the competition. But it’s next to the club activity zone, and I think photography might not be allowed there, so be careful."

Lin Yang and the others nodded and followed him straight to the speedboat area.

The so-called speedboats weren’t the traditional big ones, but rather single-person or two-person fishing boats.

There were motorized ones, as well as single-person ones propelled by a transmission chain driving a screw propeller, at least seven or eight different types, both large and small, and all quite expensive.

Even a single-person boat converted into Chinese Yuan was more than twenty thousand. The higher-end items were priced at several tens of thousands of US Dollars, and it was unclear which class of competition boat the Fishing Association would help prepare.

As they wandered around the speedboat area, Lin Yang and his companions suddenly heard a burst of cheers and applause coming from behind a nearby wall.

They were slightly taken aback and instinctively peeked into the doorway.

On the other side of the wall was a decorated casting training room.

Inside, many Americans were competing to see who could cast artificial baits with the most accuracy, and an angler in his twenties or thirties had just tossed a leech lure into a box, receiving praises from the others.

"What are you doing? This is a private area, photography is not allowed."

Just then, a tall, middle-aged man appeared out of nowhere, looking at Lin Yang and his friends with an unfriendly expression.

This guy had slightly graying hair at the temples but was in very good shape, giving off a strong, bull-like vibe.

Zhang Lin, seeing that they’ve attracted trouble, quickly explained, "Sorry, my compatriots from China were here shopping and just looking around the fishing gear store, no offense meant, please forgive us."

"Chinese? My store doesn’t welcome rude intruders. Please leave our private area or I will have the store’s security escort you out."

Turns out he was the owner of the store.

Since the owner had spoken, there was naturally not much for Lin Yang and the others to say.

They were about to turn and leave when the commotion at the door caught the attention of several anglers inside. Five or six heads popped out, eyeballing Lin Yang and his group, the unwelcome visitors.

"Hey, George, why do those yellow monkeys keep coming to your fishing gear store? They’re not here to steal stuff, are they?"

"Take a look at what they bought, a basic, entry-level rod with a 75% discount."

"Are all Chinese so undisciplined? That guy holding a phone, wasn’t he sneakily filming our casting practice?"

A cacophony of voices chimed in, none respectful in tone or content, but rather seemed purposefully provocative to embarrass them.

Zhang Lin’s face turned sour upon hearing these words, "Sorry, we didn’t mean to intrude on your private practice. We’ll leave now."

"Leave the phone behind, you certainly recorded something."

"Right, at least delete the video. I don’t want to end up on some yellow monkey’s forum, showing off my casting skills."

Hearing this, Lin Yang and Wang Feng could no longer hold back; this was downright slanderous.

Zhang Lin, neither humble nor arrogant, said, "I apologize for inadvertently intruding into your private area, but I can’t accept your comments; it’s insulting to an angler."

"Haha, did I hear right, ’angler’? You consider yourself an angler? An angler who uses promotional discount rods?"

"Hahaha...."

A series of mocking laughter erupted from the crowd.

Seeing the mockery, Lin Yang scoffed disdainfully, "It’s just accurate casting, right? The moves you were making just now are really just child’s play not worth stealing. In fact, my phone was live streaming, not recording. I could randomly pick two people from my livestream audience, and they might be better than you."

"Damn you, you arrogant fool, to say that precise casting is child’s play, this is the utmost provocation," one of the anglers retorted.

"George, maybe it would be better to have your security throw these arrogant people out."

Lin Yang laughed casually, "We’ve already apologized for our mistake, and if you can’t accept that, there’s nothing I can do. Besides, this casting technique really is simple. If you don’t believe me, I can demonstrate it to you."

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