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

The banquet lasted until after 2 p.m.

In the courtyard, Chen Xue and Wang Feng, along with several aunties who were helping out, were clearing away the dishes and washing up.

Wu Sui called everyone into the main room, and the group sat down around the octagonal table.

He smuggled out a few cigarettes before speaking.

"Since everyone's here today, let's make arrangements for the rest of the work."

Wu Sui lit a cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.

"We now have two boats, and we have enough manpower."

"I'll lead the team on the new boat we bought. Lei, you'll be in charge of steering and watching the machinery. Dazhu will come with me on the deck to lend a hand."

Wu Lei nodded, having no objection.

Wang Dazhu scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Brother Sui, I haven't worked much on ships, so please don't think I'm stupid."

"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter, amused by Wang Dazhu.

Chen Yang tugged at him and explained with a smile, "It's okay. I've never been on a boat before, and I was so nauseous... If you don't know how, just ask my brother-in-law. You can learn slowly."

After listening to Chen Yang recount his embarrassing moments, Wang Dazhu immediately felt much more confident.

He patted his chest, making a loud thud: "Brother Sui, at least I don't get seasick, and I'm quite strong. Just tell me if you need any work."

Wu Sui smiled and nodded.

He's not afraid of people being stupid, he's afraid of people who think they're clever and don't listen to instructions. People like Wang Dazhu are good.

"Brother, the rented boat is yours now."

"You take Chen Yang and Yongqiang with you. It's still the fishing ban period, so you can't use nets."

"Our main job right now is to use longline fishing, and we'll add fish traps as needed."

"Now the two boats can look out for each other and head out to sea. We'll explain to our families that we might not be able to come back for a day."

Wu Gang scratched his head, looking somewhat unsure of himself.

"Ah Sui, with my luck, can I manage with just my own boat?"

As he said this, he glanced at Chen Yang intentionally or unintentionally, making Chen Yang almost explode with rage.

"Brother, why are you looking at me like that? With my brother-in-law leading the way, we can just follow him and pick up the money. My luck isn't that bad, is it?"

The group chatted and laughed as they assigned the tasks.

After the meeting ended, everyone was busy.

Several large baskets of fishing line and hooks were brought out of the yard, and the six grown men, along with Chen Xue and Wang Feng, sat around the yard and began to tie up longlines for fishing.

Thousands of fishhooks need to be tied tightly one by one; this is a delicate task.

While everyone was busy, Wu Sui went to the village dock and ordered several large baskets of fresh prawns to use as bait for the next day's sea voyage.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the village dock was already bustling with activity.

The Wu family's two boats were moored side by side beside the breakwater, the new blue and white boats standing out in the morning light.

Many early-rising villagers squatted on the dock smoking, pointing and commenting on the two boats.

Chen Fugui sniffed, his face full of disdain.

"That Wu Lao Er is such a show-off. He ran into the sea as soon as the typhoon passed. Does he have too much money to burn?"

A dark-skinned, thin man next to him chimed in: "That's right. The typhoon just passed, and the currents under the sea are really chaotic. The water's all muddied. You can't possibly catch a fish if you go out now."

"You guys do the math," Chen Fugui spat. "Two steel boats, one trip will cost several hundred in fuel. If they come back empty-handed, we'll lose our underwear!"

"It's a nouveau riche mentality. Do they really think they can just catch the fish in the sea whenever they want?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, the sour tone impossible to conceal.

Wu Sui and his crew carried baskets of live shrimp and longline fishing rods onto the boat.

He didn't even turn his head to listen to the gossip on the other side of the river.

"Brother Sui, those guys are gossiping on the shore. Should I go and give them a piece of my mind?"

Wang Dazhu placed a basket of fish traps on the deck, his eyes gleaming as he prepared to charge ashore.

"Dazhu, come back." Wu Sui called out to him.

"People can say whatever they want. When we come back with a full cabin, it will be more effective than cursing them a hundred times."

Wang Dazhu snorted and turned around to continue moving things.

Wu Sui jumped onto the new boat and made a gesture towards Wu Gang on the opposite boat.

"Big brother, stay close to us."

Wu Gang stood in the driver's seat, pressing the intercom.

"Understood, Ah Sui, slow down, my boat can't outrun you."

"Brother Lei, let's go!"

Wu Sui turned around and shouted into the driver's seat.

"Okay!"

Wu Lei skillfully pressed the start button and pushed the accelerator.

"Boom..."

The imported twin-engine diesel engine emitted a deep and powerful roar, a sound that was many times stronger than the single-cylinder diesel engines in the village.

"drop……!"

With a long whistle, the new ship took the lead, cutting through the murky seawater and sailing out of the dock.

Wu Gang followed closely behind in his old boat.

The two boats, one after the other, cut through the waves towards the open sea.

Once we were out to sea, the waves on the surface became noticeably larger.

Although the typhoon has passed, its lingering power remains, with waves crashing against the bow of the ship one after another.

If it were an old wooden boat, it would probably have been tossed about and fallen apart by now.

But the twelve-meter steel ship, relying on its own weight and powerful engine, forcefully cut through the waves and remained as stable as Mount Tai on the undulating sea.

In the wheelhouse, Wu Lei gripped the helm with both hands, feeling the ship's stability, and excitedly slapped his thigh.

"Ah Sui, this boat was such a great deal!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, the sound of the wind and the roar of the machines mingling together.

"Twin-engine aircraft are just awesome; they go against the waves without a single jolt."

Wu Sui stood next to him and offered him a cigarette.

"Brother Lei, this machine is in your hands from now on. Don't let me down."

"Don't worry about it, it's like my own son."

Wu Lei took the cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, and grinned from ear to ear.

On the deck, Wang Dazhu was also busy.

He was opening up the folding fish traps and stuffing the nets inside with chopped fish and entrails.

This kid is quick to act; he hasn't been idle since he got on the boat, as if he has inexhaustible energy.

Wu Sui walked to the deck, picked up a basket of longline fishing rods, and began to put live shrimp on the hooks.

Live shrimp are most likely to attract large prey in the deep sea, but there are tricks to baiting them. You have to go through the shrimp's tail, avoiding the shrimp vein and internal organs, so that the shrimp can stay active in the water and keep jumping to attract prey.

After hanging more than a dozen hooks, Wu Sui stopped what he was doing, closed his eyes, and made a thought.

The system radar instantly unfolded in my mind.

On the pale blue light screen, within a radius of fifty meters, points of light flickered continuously.

The typhoon did indeed turn the seabed upside down, making the nearshore waters extremely murky.

But this also has an advantage: nutrients and organisms from the deep sea are swept to the middle and upper layers, attracting large schools of fish to come out and feed.

On the radar screen, countless white dots moved about, more than twice the usual number.

Occasionally, you can see a few green dots flashing at the edges, representing high-quality seafood of good value.

Wu Sui touched his chin.

Although there are many of these fish, most of them are worthless.

If you cast your line now, you're guaranteed to make a profit.

But with his two large ships out today, relying solely on these white dots, he can at most earn enough to cover fuel costs, which won't satisfy his appetite.

Wu Sui opened his eyes, walked to the stern of the ship, and picked up two red signal flags.

At sea, walkie-talkies can sometimes be interfered with, so flag signals are the most direct way to communicate.

He waved his flag at the ship that was following a few hundred meters behind.

The flag signal was clear: Don't stop, keep heading out to sea, accelerate!