Lu Yong was the vice president of the City Fishing Association, and over the past few years, he was in charge of organizing numerous local fishing competitions. He had a lot of connections in the competitive fishing circles.
Yue Feng didn't know this big shot and looked up just in time to catch Lu Yong looking his way, their gazes meeting briefly.
Lu Yong was probably in his forties or fifties, about 175 cm tall, with slightly graying hair, but shallow wrinkles on his face. With a round face and some stubble, he had an indescribable presence. After making eye contact with Yue Feng, he walked straight over.
Seeing Lu Yong come out, Bai Xu followed him.
"Yo, Old Lu, what brought you here today!" Liu Fengnian called out from over ten meters away.
"Haha, Old Liu! How did you find the time today! A friend called for help, so I came over to check it out. These young fellows, are they your friends?" Lu Yong responded with a chuckle and casually handed out cigarettes.
