Very soon, the first eleven people finished drawing lots, and it was Zhang Yang's turn.
Zhang Yang, much like last time, was muttering as if he were doing a religious dance: "Big edge, big edge, boundless powers! Last time it was number one, what a thrill, give me another number one this time! Mami Mami Hong!"
With thumb and forefinger pinching the card pile, Zhang Yang once again spotted a card with a slightly unusual color.
Number 12!
He didn't get the big edge, but he drew number 12, a mid-waist position, which is still a top-notch fishing spot.
"Damn, drew a number 12, didn't get the big edge, but it'll do!" Zhang Yang pretended to be a bit disappointed, shaking his head as if unsatisfied with the spot!
"Oh man, can you believe this? Didn't get the big edge but got a mid-waist position?"
"Such damn good luck! Zhang Yang, not only is your fishing skill amazing, but you're also some kind of shaman?"
