196. Who is the Air Force?_1

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Yanping sauntered across a lush green grassland, casually plucking a withered, fluffy silvergrass with white blossoms, while the golden pointer on the little scale he carried had already become somewhat blurred, leaving only the sliding weight spinning around.

By the pond.

A group of burly men was still sitting steadily, and by the look on their faces, each one appeared to be filled with pride and satisfaction, having made a great catch.

Then, looking at the bucket by their feet...

Zhang Yanping sheepishly retracted his neck, "Sometimes, you know, you just can't boast about it."

Take a look at this guy, who came in a BMW this morning, whose fishing rod must have cost at least a good five figures, not to mention sports shoes and a windbreaker, both branded. Early in the morning, he was sharing what kind of hook and bait he used and how unique they were.

But the fish in this pond don't care about that!

Look!