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

As Wu Sui listened to their conversation, he fiddled with his wine glass, but his mind was racing.

In his previous life, he had visited many large coastal cities, such as Xiamen and Quanzhou.

The opening of the fishing season there isn't just a simple fishing trip for fishermen; it's been turned into a grand festival.

Not only are there traditional sacrificial rites, but also countless tourists and media, which have boosted the local economy.

Then look at Dongyuan County itself, with such a good sea area and such abundant fishery resources, yet it is dirt poor.

Wu Sui placed the wine glass on the table with a muffled thud.

Everyone at the table stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.

"Yongqiang is actually right. Our fishing season opening is really meaningless; it's just a formality."

Wu Sui looked around and sighed.

"Father, elder brother, please think about it."

"We've been fishing for generations, so why are we still struggling to make ends meet?"

Wu Jianguo frowned.

"Fishing depends on the weather; if there's a catch, you earn more; if there's no catch, you earn less. What's the big deal?"

Wu Sui shook his head.

"No, it's because we only know how to sell fish to fishmongers, but we don't know how to put money from outsiders into our pockets."

"I've seen it online... You know, a computer? The kind that can access the internet and see news from all over the world..."

Well, in 2000, the internet wasn't widespread in China, so no one would understand what we were saying.

However, this perfectly justifies his own explanation.

Ignoring the expressions on their faces, Wu Sui continued speaking.

"Now that people are getting richer, people from inland areas like to go to the seaside. People from other places also come to our county to play. You all know that."

"In places like Quanzhou and Xiamen, they hold fishing festivals when the fishing season opens to attract tourists."

"The Opening of the Fishing Season?"

The people at the table looked at each other in bewilderment, and even Wang Feng and Chen Xue, who were in the main room, peeked out.

Wu Lei scratched his hair, looking puzzled.

"Ah Sui, what's this fishing season opening festival? How did the opening of the fishing season turn into a festival?"

"So... you're the one who makes the day when the fishing season opens a holiday here, right?"

Wu Sui became more and more excited as he spoke, and stood up, gesturing with his hand in the air to indicate his name.

"Over there, they package the day the fishing season opens as a festival to attract tourists from other places."

"For example, when worshipping Mazu, it's not just us who worship her. We should also bring out the golden statue of Mazu and parade it throughout the city and county so that everyone can worship her."

"They even put on dragon and lion dances, and formed a drum troupe; the scene was incredibly lively."

"Imagine, the people here have never seen anything like this before, wouldn't that attract even more people to come and play?"

Chen Yang imagined the scene, and his eyes lit up.

"Holy crap, brother-in-law, if this really works out, it'll be so awesome! Even more exciting than Chinese New Year!"

"That's not all, they even had a flag-raising ceremony and horn-sounding ceremony."

"We'll just pick an auspicious time to open the fishing season, and then the city leaders will personally stand on the dock and wave the big flag."

"The fishing boats sounded their horns simultaneously and set sail together!"

"Just imagine the scene, wasn't it breathtaking?"

Wu Gang was also thrilled by what he heard, and he picked up his wine glass and downed it in one gulp.

"Mrs. Serene, this scene is truly inspiring!"

Wu Jianguo puffed on his cigarette, feeling that something was amiss.

"Second brother, you talk too easily."

"How much money will this cost? Will they be able to recoup their investment in those places?"

Wu Sui smiled, pulled up a chair, sat down, and moved closer to his father.

"Dad, that's where their cleverness lies."

"Think about it, they've built up their reputation. Even if not many people come this year, what about next year?"

"Aren't there many people who enjoy watching a spectacle? Now that everyone has more money and their living standards have improved, shouldn't they want to enjoy themselves?"

"They hold these grand events every year, attracting more and more people. With more people, won't the economy thrive?"

Wu Sui counted the costs for them on his fingers.

"When tourists come, they need to eat, right? They need accommodation, right? And if they see something that's not available in mainland China, they'll want to buy some souvenirs, won't they?"

"They even set up a banquet street hundreds of meters long at the dock, cooking the catch directly in the pot. Tourists who want to eat there have to pay for a ticket."

"You don't need to go to the fishmongers' stations and put up with their attitudes; you can sell seafood to tourists at high prices all by yourself."

"The elderly women in the village who don't go to sea can set up a stall by the roadside and sell snacks, earning several hundred or even a thousand yuan a day."

"What do you call this? This is called using tourism as a platform to drive economic development!"

Wu Sui's words completely stunned everyone at the table.

The entire courtyard was so quiet that only the rustling of the leaves in the sea breeze could be heard.

Wu Lei, with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Ah Sui... will this really work?"

"We have a long coastline here, so can we do the same?"

"If this really goes well, our village... no, our entire town will become incredibly wealthy!"

Chen Yongqiang was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together.

"Brother Sui, why don't we do that too?"

Wu Jianguo opened his mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but found that he couldn't find any reason at all.

The old man had been a fisherman his whole life, and this was the first time he had ever heard of someone making such a big fuss about fishing.

But this is something they are not capable of doing.

"Alright, let alone us, even if the village took the lead, it might not be able to get this done."

"Leaving aside the cost, who has the ability to make so many ships obey orders, and where can we find so many people to come?"

"You guys, don't overthink it. Just go out to sea and come back safely."

Wu Sui scratched his head, chuckled, and looked a little embarrassed.

I got so excited just now that I almost forgot that this kind of thing can't be done without the leadership from above.

Moreover, he had only seen it in his previous life; he didn't have the ability to actually do it in the village.

"Dad, I was just saying. If our village could unite, it wouldn't be bad to organize a small event to liven things up..."

Before he could finish speaking, the courtyard gate, which was slightly ajar, was suddenly pushed open.

The loud "bang" startled everyone in the yard.

Everyone turned to look at it.

Village chief Chen Changgui appeared at the door at some point.

His face flushed red, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were fixed on Wu Sui.

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stood up.

"Village chief...you...what brings you here?"

Just a few days ago, they beat Chen Fugui with a sack over his head, and the memory of Chen Changgui coming to their door to demand an explanation is still fresh in everyone's mind.

Chen Yang thought the old man had come to cause trouble again.

Chen Changgui completely ignored Chen Yang and strode over to the dining table.

Before he could even catch his breath, he pulled out an empty chair and sat down with an air of authority.

Wu Jianguo quickly stood up.

"Village chief, what are you doing so late at night..."

Chen Changgui waved his hand, interrupting Wu Jianguo, and stared intently at Wu Sui.

"Old Wu the Second!"

"That... Fishing Festival you were talking about earlier!"

"Inviting Mazu to tour the area, and that long street banquet, they're just making money off tourists..."

Chen Changgui's voice was trembling; he was clearly extremely excited.

"Do you really think we can do this?"