The purpose of the inforr stirring things up was quite simple: to create trouble for Captain Hu Changsheng and lower his impression score in the eyes of the higher-ups, but the way he did it was too blatant, and the effect probably wouldn’t be great.
Why did this happen? It’s simply because of the difference in perspective at different levels.
Hu Changsheng is experienced and skilled; he was even the vice-captain of the Tianyuan main team and counts as a veteran with a voice in the club.
The club appointing him to lead the youth training was actually a bit of a loss for Old Hu. After all, the main team is strong and doesn’t require much effort to achieve results.
But the youth training second team consists entirely of novices. Even with talent, they can’t compare to the experienced senior mbers.
However, when the leadership approached him, he nodded in agreent without saying anything, and he’s done well all along, even leading the second team to the finals this ti.
To put it bluntly, if a problem with team mbers was reported normally and reached the ears of Manager Wang, he would at most just offer a few words on handling the aftermath, without even uttering harsh words.
Leng Xiaojun nodded: "Alright, I get it, sort out the daily training schedule for the club, I’ll go over there, and represent the company to check on the injured! By the way, should I speak privately with Old Hu?"
Manager Wang hesitated for a mont and said, "You might as well ntion it! Old Hu is stable in handling matters, and once he’s aware, he’ll surely pay attention to the follow-up!
For new team mbers to have ideas is actually normal; they don’t know Old Hu’s seniority and status in the club, so prioritizing appeasent is key. As long as no red lines are crossed, internal matters should be resolved internally!"
"Alright, I understand! I’ll go back and prepare!" Leng Xiaojun called out as he turned and left.
...
The incident involving Wang Xiaomin being hit finally cald down after more than half a month. A week later, he went to the hospital again for an arm check-up.
Being young is really an advantage; the fine lines in the bones have completely healed. Yue Feng asked the best orthopedic doctor to review the film to confirm everything was fine, and the cast was removed much earlier than planned.
It wasn’t that Yue Feng was impatient, but rather that Han Luofeng had called several tis urging him.
The previously discussed plan to challenge clubs was stalled because of Wang Xiaomin’s injury, and with the Alliance Cup finals less than a month away, any further delay would be costly.
Once the cast was removed, Wang Xiaomin was eager to rush back to the club to try casting and check his physical condition.
After not touching the rod for over twenty days, his form had slipped a bit, but his right hand was uninjured, and he could still manage about seventy to eighty percent of his power. Being competitive, Wang Xiaomin practiced diligently for a few days and quickly regained his form.
After confirming Wang Xiaomin’s condition was alright, Yue Feng then took out his phone and called Han Luofeng back.
"Xiaomin’s cast is off! I’ve arranged the route for the challenge for you guys! Are you coming to us, or should I have Little Zheng take Xiaomin to find you?"
Han Luofeng: "Why don’t I co over to et with you guys?"
"Alright, we’ll wait for you at the club base, I’ll send you the location on WeChat later!"
"Okay!"
That afternoon, Han Luofeng drove over in a newly bought Tank 300, covered in dust, alone, without bringing anyone, with the trunk full of bait and various fishing gear.
"Welco, Xiao Han, to our club base, it’s a real honor! Since it’s your first ti, would you like a tour?" Yue Feng graciously offered.
Han Luofeng, quite composed, replied, "Since I’m here, of course, I should take a look around! Your club has been around for almost a year, and this is my first visit!"
"Co on, let’s walk around, check out both upstairs and downstairs!" Yue Feng began showing Han Luofeng around.
The base of Yue Feng Club, while not very large, was well-equipped,
as Han Luofeng followed the tour, initially feeling indifferent, as it was just a normal small-scale facility with separate dormitory, training, and activity areas, along with a warehouse and conference room—a simple setup.
The real shock for Han Luofeng ca when Yue Feng led him to the Honor Display Room.
As a direct disciple of Hua, Han Luofeng had seen many display rooms of fishing masters with various competition honors, but seeing the trophies in Yue Feng’s honor room still made him take a second look.
Fishing King Cup preliminaries champion, Fishing King Cup finals champion, regional four-type competition champion, influencer invitational champion, club alliance cup invitational champion, foreign bass grand prize champion, among many other honors, filled an entire wall. As for the top five trophies and certificates won by team mbers daily, there were even thicker stacks.
What’s more astounding was that these competition honors were achieved in a very short ti span, all garnered in the past two years. If one were to trace the tiline, nearly every competition held around W City in the last couple of years had them on the podium, with a notably high rate of victories as champions.
Behind every honor is the hard work of competing in one or several bouts. The Hua Clan, being an early established club group, has its fair share of high-value honors in its honor room, and many pride themselves on their illustrious heritage. But Han Luofeng knew that achieving honors requires not only solid skills but also favorable timing and conditions; every honor is hard-won,
Yet over at Yue Feng’s side, it only took a few short years to rise from being unknown to prominent, sweeping almost every possible honor, barring premier official competitions like the King of Kings and China’s Angling Championship that require professional entry qualifications.
"Hey, what are you thinking? Why are you drifting off?" Yue Feng gently nudged Han Luofeng’s shoulder, grinning with a mouth full of white teeth.
Regaining his senses, Han Luofeng couldn’t help but exclaim, "Damn, your club is quite the beast, seeing all these honors, you’ve practically swept the competitions around here over the past two years!"
"Oh, it’s just a small scene, I spent a long ti fishing abroad, didn’t participate much in dostic competitions!
For , there’s no more thrill in such events; seeing the newcors grow in the club is far more fulfilling!"
"Damn, the way you brag, I’m at a loss for words!" Han Luofeng rubbed his nose, feeling a bit jealous.
"Haha, you’re a First Level Competitive Fishing Master after all, while I haven’t even made it to Third Level! Thinking about it this way might make you feel better!"
"Bullshit, others want to reach it but lack the ability! As for you, you’re just too lazy to compete, you no longer need this stuff to validate your status!
No wonder the old man holds you in high regard. Previously, my impression of you was still stuck on winning the Fishing King, going around enjoying life and playing while fishing, being a strear!
Little did I know that your team’s silent journey on the competitive path has already accumulated so much honor!"
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