Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King

Chapter 847 - 569: News of the Club League (2)

Han Mocheng also said, "We’re currently one person short! Oh, and there’s a big issue. Boss, do you think it’s necessary for us to spend money to sign some well-known experts?

Personally, I feel this is also a chance to recruit some talent! If there are those freelance competitive experts, we can rope them in. Besides boosting the club’s strength, it might even bring in some money!"

Han Mocheng, being an old hand who has been in the competitive circle for quite a while, has a relatively broad view when it comes to club leagues. While others are still considering whether they’re qualified, Han Mocheng has already set his sights on other freelance anglers.

At the mention of this, Zhang Yang immediately thought of someone.

Wei Song!

That bearded man with a buzz cut, who, despite being mired in poverty due to his passion for competitive matches, still eats cold box meals at competitions while pursuing his dreams.

Wei Song’s hand was injured, but he never gave up on competitive fishing. Over the last year or two, Zhang Yang would call him from time to time to check up on him.

Although Wei Song’s arm was injured, he has switched from using his right hand to his left. It’s been a long time, and he’s long since overcome the obstacle. The functionality of his arm has recovered to at least over ninety percent, with no issues affecting the normal intensity of competitive fishing.

As for the other freelancers Han Mocheng mentioned? Zhang Yang doesn’t have any ideas for now.

Running a club isn’t child’s play. Besides the angler’s skill level, their character is equally, if not more, important.

If one takes an optimistic view of the club league reboot, it can be compared to other relatively mature sports like soccer or basketball.

Once a professional league kicks off, the temptation its players face will be considerable. If scandals like betting manipulation arise, it would be disastrous.

So with that in mind, no matter how skilled the angler is, unless they have an unblemished and strong character, Zhang Yang isn’t particularly in need of such individuals.

After all, Zhang Yang is a top-level angler on the front lines, and the rest of the team isn’t weak at all. Compared to a usual Third-level Competitive Fishing Master, their skill level isn’t inferior.

"I have a candidate for the fifth person!" Zhang Yang announced.

"Who?" The group looked at Zhang Yang with curious eyes.

"Wei Song! You’ve seen him in previous competitions!"

"How has his hand recovered? Is he up for it? Are we inviting him to just fill a spot, or do we really want him on the team?" Han Mocheng asked a series of questions.

Confidently, Zhang Yang replied, "He certainly can make it! Even if there’s a minor shortcoming someplace temporarily, I am fully confident I can help him improve!"

Having said this much, the others naturally had no other opinions.

In terms of fishing skills, Zhang Yang’s skills are acknowledged by everyone on the team. No one knows just how high the skills of their leader are; he’s even put the likes of the "Yellow Sneakers" under his thumb. Whoever he encounters seems to never get the better of him.

"I have no objection to bringing Wei Song into the club! But there’s another issue that needs to be resolved!" President Zhao continued.

"What other issue?" Zhang Yang asked.

"If we’re forming a club, the club will need a general manager to oversee operations and coordinate events! There are too many business affairs at the company, so I can’t do both!

This position isn’t suitable for you to take on either! Because it would distract too much of your focus, affecting your lead in competitions.

It’s best to find someone who knows the ropes and has certain connections in the competitive fishing circle. Currently, we don’t seem to have a suitable candidate!"

The issue of finding professional angler candidates didn’t faze Zhang Yang, but the matter of finding a club general manager did.

President Zhao was right, for the healthy operation of a club, an able general manager is indispensable. Coordinating various tournaments, signing up, arranging both front-end and behind-the-scenes tasks, and resource allocation all require professional personnel to handle.

Currently, at the company, only President Zhao is barely qualified, but he can’t leave the company business unattended. President Zhao can’t manage both ends.

"Uh... Brother Zhao, do you have any good candidates to recommend? Spending more money is okay!" Zhang Yang scratched his head, somewhat unsure.

President Zhao shook his head, "I thought about this on the way here. Currently, in my circle, I can’t find a suitable candidate!"

"What do we do then? The club can’t be without a responsible person, over time, that’s like leaving sheep untended!" Han Mocheng also racked his brains but had no better suggestion, at this point scratching his head in frustration.

"If there’s really no suitable candidate, how about letting Zhou Chu, Brother Zhou, give it a try?" At this moment, Meng Fan weakly suggested.

It’s not a bad idea; Meng Fan’s suggestion holds some practicality.

Zhou Chu, along with Wang Yan and Han Qiang, definitely count as veteran members since the company’s founding.

Wang Yan and Han Qiang, because of their personalities and ages, aren’t suitable for the club general manager role.

But Zhou Chu is different. Though Old Zhou is normally low-key and doesn’t flaunt his abilities, he’s a very capable and reserved individual.

When the Black Pit Team goes on work trips to shoot programs and the like, Zhou Chu has always been responsible for some personnel coordination tasks. He’s been a steadfast role in the team. If there’s no better choice, if push came to shove, Zhou Chu could be considered a passable candidate.

"Old Zhou? Let me think about it..." President Zhao hesitated, frowning at this suggestion.

Zhou Chu is fine in all aspects, but he currently holds a full-time position. If he’s transferred to manage the club, there would be no one to take charge at the Black Pit Team. While Wang Yan and Han Qiang are okay with filming and live broadcast tasks, they clearly lack the skill in team coordination. Zhao realizes it’s not yet feasible to rob Peter to pay Paul.

Zhang Yang pondered for a few seconds and shook his head.

"It’s an option, but not the best solution! Our company’s main business is still in the Black Pit direction, so we can’t simply pull people from the Black Pit Team, as it could cause issues! Otherwise, Brother Zhao, could you temporarily hold the post, and we adjust once a suitable candidate surfaces?

Juggling so many business affairs does consume energy, but basic tasks have people handling them already, with no significant risks.

At worst, you’ll just have to work a bit more, and later I’ll have my wife arrange a few boxes of sea cucumbers and deer antlers to make up for it..."

"Jeez. Zhang Yang, are you treating me like a beast of burden? How many things do I have to worry about every day just to keep the company running? You think I’m in the company just twiddling my thumbs?" President Zhao scratched his head in exasperation at Zhang Yang’s lousy idea.

"Heh, the capable ones do the work. Besides, the club just got started, surely there’s a transition period where we won’t need to do much extra. We can all help keep an eye on small matters! Let’s temporarily decide on this, and adjust once we find a suitable candidate! Han Mocheng, hurry up and get those sea cucumbers and abalones ready for the hard-working President Zhao! The highest standard ones, like you mentioned last time..."

"No problem, consider it arranged!" Han Mocheng nodded decisively and agreed readily.

After this discussion, the framework for the club was basically set up, and there weren’t many major issues, as Zhang Yang had already laid the groundwork for this earlier. Now, pushing forward doesn’t present many obvious problems.

Before the league starts, as long as we follow the rules and complete the procedure, we can successfully enter the league team.