"Alright, alright, Yan Bao, GO! GO! GO!"
Everyone packed up, grabbed their fishing gear, and then followed Chen Yan's car towards the suburbs.
The Black Pit wasn't far, just in a small village outside the sixth ring road.
When the car arrived, the Black Pit was surrounded by anglers, with quite a few people just watching on the side.
Obviously, everyone was taking advantage of the New Year's holiday to get their fix.
A man in his fifties limped over, and when he saw Chen Yan and Shen Jiayue, he quickly greeted them:
"Miss Shen, Miss Chen, you're here... Seems like all the fishing spots are taken; too many people these days. How about I arrange a corner spot for you? No charge, just enjoy yourself."
He walked with a bit of a limp, but he was very enthusiastic. His clothes were neat and clean, suggesting he was a careful person.
When Chen Yan saw so many people, she said with a smile:
