Beachcombing: The beach is full of amazing seafood, but my wife won't let me get out of bed!

There are various types of longline fishing, some specifically targeting aggressive fish in the upper and middle layers, and others targeting rarer fish in the lower and middle layers.

There are also specialized eel catchers, whose leader lines have a larger spacing than those used in regular longline fishing.

Wu Sui stood on the shore, turned on the radar, and saw many points of light on the mudflats, but unfortunately they were mostly white and obviously not worth much money.

The three of them walked on the mudflats, their feet sinking into the mud.

Wu Sui deliberately chose to walk near the green spots, occasionally turning over a stone or digging around in the mud with an iron hook.

"Brother-in-law, this crab is really big."

Chen Yang pulled a menacing blue crab out of the mud and threw it into the plastic bucket.

"It's alright, there aren't many goods on this mudflat tonight." Wu Sui shook his head.

The three of them searched around and only picked up a few blue crabs, some octopuses, and cat's-eye snails.

In the past, this would have been a considerable sum of money, but now, Wu Sui feels it's not quite there yet.

After navigating a rugged, rocky area, the road ended.

The seawater crashed against the steep cliffs, splashing up white spray.

"Second brother, we can't get any further ahead. Shall we turn back?" Wu Gang said, carrying a half-bucket of fish, somewhat disappointed.

Wu Sui remained silent, while a blinding green light flashed on the radar screen in his mind.

Hundreds and thousands of green dots of light gathered on the cliff face on the side of the island.

"Since we're already here, let's go take a look over there." Wu Sui pointed to the cliff face on the side.

The three of them used their hands and feet to climb over several large rocks with great difficulty.

Wu Sui's headlamp shone on the dark cliff face.

The crevices in the rocks were teeming with a strange creature.

Its shell resembles an animal's claw, rough and dark brown, taking root in clusters deep in the crevices of rocks, occasionally retracting as the waves crash against it.

"My goodness!" Wu Gang gasped, nearly dropping the bucket in his hand.

"Hey bro, what's this thing? It looks like a chicken claw, it's kind of creepy."

Chen Yang rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and stepped back in disgust.

"This is a sea chicken's foot, scientifically known as a bergamot snail!"

Wu Gang's voice changed, and his hand trembled as he pointed at the cliff.

"Second brother, this stuff is a rare commodity; people are scrambling to buy it even for a couple hundred yuan a pound!"

Wu Sui certainly knew about the Buddha's Hand Snail.

This is a rare find in high-end seafood restaurants.

Savvy diners don't care about the price when it comes to that fresh and sweet taste.

This stuff is expensive because it's so difficult to harvest; it's known as "seafood from hell."

They grow specifically on cliffs and steep slopes where the wind and waves are strongest, with extremely deep roots.

"Brother, this thing is valuable, but you have to be alive to get it." Wu Sui moved the flashlight beam down a little.

Below the cliffs lies the churning sea, dotted with numerous reefs.

The tide had just receded, so the stones were slippery, and it was the middle of the night, so the lighting was poor.

If you're not careful and fall, you'll hit the rocks and be badly injured, if not killed.

"Let's go back and retrieve our longline fishing. Let's not lose sight of the bigger picture." Wu Sui turned to leave.

"Second brother, wait!" Wu Gang grabbed Wu Sui's arm, his eyes fixed on the Buddha's Hand snails.

"Look at this piece, it weighs at least fifty or sixty pounds. At 150 yuan per pound, that's several thousand yuan!"

Chen Yang swallowed hard beside him: "Brother-in-law, that's several thousand yuan. I can't save that much in a year. Why don't I go up and give it a try?"

Seeing the two of them with their eyes gleaming with greed, Wu Sui sighed.

He knows his older brother too well.

Having been poor in the past, how could I easily give up when I see several thousand dollars in front of me?

Chen Yang was also a naive and clueless young man, unaware of the true extent of the situation.

"Alright, stop arguing." Wu Sui waved his hand.

"You can't do this job."

"Xiao Yang, go back to the boat and get that bundle of hemp rope, along with a few flathead screwdrivers and a small hammer. I'll go up and pry it open."

"Second brother, this is too dangerous, why don't I do it..." Wu Gang hesitated.

"If you try to pry it open, you'll just tear it apart. The condition won't be good, and you won't get any money for it. I'll do it."

Wu Gang knew he hadn't been careful and could only watch Wu Sui with worry.

Not long after, Chen Yang ran back with his tools.

Wu Sui tied one end of the hemp rope to a protruding boulder on the cliff top, and wrapped the other end around his waist, making a tight knot.

"Big brother, Xiaoyang, you guys use the net to catch them from below, and whatever you do, don't climb up."

After giving his instructions, Wu Sui clung to the slippery cliff face and slowly slid down.

The cliff face beneath his feet was so slippery it felt like it had been smeared with oil, so Wu Sui could only find places with depressions to step on.

Suspended in mid-air, Wu Sui held the rope in one hand and a screwdriver in the other, aiming at the base of a cluster of Buddha's Hand snails and prying hard.

Not moving.

This thing looks like it's grown inside a rock.

Wu Sui changed his angle and gently tapped the end of the screwdriver with a small hammer.

With a "crack," a small cluster of Buddha's Hand snails, along with a piece of gravel, fell off.

Wu Sui quickly caught it with his hand and threw it into the net bag at his waist.

Suspended in mid-air, Wu Sui focused intently on dealing with these stubborn "hellish seafood".

My wrists were sore and numb, my fingernails were full of dirt and gravel, and there were even a few cuts from sharp snail shells, from which blood seeped out.

Below, Wu Gang and Chen Yang looked up, holding up their flashlights, not daring to breathe.

"Second brother, if you really can't take it, come down and rest for a while!" Wu Gang shouted.

"It's okay, we'll finish this piece right away."

Wu Sui gritted his teeth, slid the net full of Buddha's Hand snails down, let Chen Yang pour them into the bucket, and then pulled them up again to continue.

More than three hours.

The clothes dried and then got wet again, and salt stains seeped out.

When the last piece of bergamot was pried off, Wu Sui slid down the rope to the ground, plopped down on the rocks, and gasped for breath.

"Brother-in-law, you're amazing!" Chen Yang exclaimed excitedly, lifting two overflowing buckets. "This must weigh over 60 or 70 pounds!"

Wu Gang looked at the snails in the bucket and couldn't stop smiling.

"Second brother, we've struck it rich! We've made our first pot of gold tonight!"

Wu Sui rubbed his sore arms, stood up, and shook the mud off his hands.

"Alright, stop laughing. Go back and get Lin Tao to deal with this thing. It's worthless once it's dead."

He glanced at his watch; almost four hours had passed.

Although it's hard work, these many bergamot snails can sell for several thousand yuan.

Even if today's longline fishing isn't great, having these things is still worthwhile.

Most importantly, Wu Sui herself was also craving it.

The texture of this stuff is something that people who haven't tried it simply can't understand.

"Let's go back to the boat. It's time to retrieve the longline fishing. Hopefully, those five hundred hooks won't disappoint me."

The three packed up their tools, carrying their heavy catch, and trudged towards the boat where it was moored.