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

Wu Sui didn't rush to sort them; instead, he turned around and rummaged through his toolbox for a deflation needle.

He squatted at the edge of the pile of fish and picked out a dozen or so fish that were well-proportioned and relatively lively.

When deep-sea fish are brought out of the water, the water pressure drops sharply, and their swim bladders expand rapidly. If they don't expel the gas, they won't survive for long.

Wu Sui's technique was swift and skillful; he accurately located the spot on the side of the fish's belly and inserted the needle in one go.

He casually tossed the deflated fish into the live water tank.

"Brother-in-law, what are you doing with these live fish?" Chen Yang asked, holding two fish in his hand, looking puzzled.

"Keep them, they'll be useful. You guys sort them first, don't worry about me."

Wu Sui washed his hands, turned around, and walked into the driver's seat.

Wu Lei was staring at the instrument panel when he saw Wu Sui come in, and pointed to the nautical chart next to him.

"Ah Sui, this place is truly a treasure trove. I just noted down the coordinates. Next time we go out to sea, we'll head straight here."

Wu Sui leaned over and took a look.

"Brother Lei, the coordinates are accurate. We should come here often in the future."

Wu Lei grinned and laughed out loud.

"Of course, there's definitely more stock down there."

Wu Sui pulled up a chair, sat down, and shook his head.

"Brother Lei, do you think we could manage raising this thing ourselves?"

Wu Lei was stunned: "What? Raising black cattle?"

He waved his hands repeatedly, "Ah Sui, you must be joking."

"Although these things can be found in waters ranging from 50 to 300 meters deep, ultimately, their value lies in their rarity."

"Cage culture can only be carried out in nearshore areas. Salt and temperature are not suitable enough for it to survive, let alone artificial breeding."

Wu Sui didn't refute, but simply pointed to the pile of fish on the deck.

"It's precisely because these fish are difficult to raise that their price has remained high, and their numbers are dwindling."

"We plan to build a seafood processing plant in the future. Relying solely on wild-caught seafood will result in an unstable supply."

"If we could master the technology for raising this fish, that would be an extremely profitable business."

Wu Lei opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

He originally thought Wu Suiji's coordinates were just for setting up more nets, but he didn't expect that he had even taken into account the future supply of goods for the processing plant.

"This...is this going to work? Nobody in our town knows how to do this." Wu Lei still felt it was unreliable.

"We don't know how, but we can pay someone who knows to do the research," Wu Sui said calmly. "As long as we have enough live samples, we'll eventually figure it out."

We still need Su Ruoxue's help to find someone to research this matter; there's no point in saying too much now.

He stepped out of the driver's seat and joined the sorting team.

"Dazhu, Yongqiang, stop just throwing ice into the basket! Go to the cold storage and pull out the crushed ice, then sort it by weight!"

Wang Dazhu straightened up and wiped away his sweat.

"Brother Sui, how do we divide it?"

"Items weighing less than two pounds are packed together, items weighing two to three pounds are packed in one size, and items weighing more than three pounds are packed separately."

Wu Sui casually picked up a piece and weighed it in his hand. "Have you handled them all? Don't think it's too much trouble. A difference of just a few ounces of meat can make a huge difference in price."

Upon hearing this, the group no longer dared to be careless.

Chen Yang quickly ran into the cold storage and dragged out two large bags of crushed ice.

The sorting work has become quite demanding.

Although it doesn't need to be that precise, each one still needs to be weighed by hand, which will definitely be much slower.

After Wu Lei finished organizing the nautical log, he also came to the deck.

"Ah Sui, let's head back now. We'll reach the town's dock around 6 p.m.

"What I mean is, let's do one more haul on the way back, and we'll arrive at port around 8 o'clock, is that alright?"

Wu Sui got up, rubbed his lower back, and went into the driver's seat to glance at the nautical chart and fuel gauge.

"Alright, let's drag another net."

"Just find a body of water near the return route to set up the net, so as not to be too late."

Wu Gang walked over and handed Wu Sui a cigarette.

"Second brother, let's treat this last net as a bonus, take whatever we can get, and don't let greed ruin things."

"Don't worry, brother, I know what I'm doing."

The fishing boat turned around and headed towards the town's dock.

Wu Sui turned on the system radar and scanned the area.

After leaving the trench area, the number of dots on the radar screen became noticeably sparser, with only a few scattered white and green dots moving around.

He didn't give any instructions, but let Wu Lei use his years of experience in sailing to select a calm area of ​​the sea to cast the net.

It took the group more than four hours to neatly stack the goods into the cold storage.

Chen Yang plopped down on the deck, rubbing his aching lower back.

"My goodness, I've never picked out so many fish in my life, my hands are almost cramping."

Wang Dazhu leaned against the ship's railing, panting heavily from exhaustion, but he couldn't stop smiling.

"What's a little tiredness? This is all money."

Wu Sui took the notebook and added up the figures she had just roughly tallied.

"I just calculated that this net of black cattle weighs a little over six tons in total."

The deck fell silent, and everyone pricked up their ears.

"Large quantities of goods weighing over three jin (1.5 kg) account for about half, and there are also about a hundred jin (200 catties) of goods weighing over four jin (2.5 catties). The majority of the rest are only one or two jin (0.5-0.6 kg)."

Wu Sui paused for a moment, then gave a number.

"At the current market price, this single net could conservatively sell for 500,000."

Holy crap!

Chen Yang sprang up from the deck, and his back pain was gone.

"Five hundred thousand? Brother-in-law, are you sure you didn't miscalculate?"

Chen Yongqiang swallowed hard and started counting on his fingers.

"If we add that to the online banking pomfret from before, wouldn't we make over 600,000 yuan from this trip?"

Wu Lei, who was in the driver's seat, also heard it, and his face was filled with uncontrollable elation.

The more money the ship makes, the more dividends they receive.

"Stop grinning like an idiot, hurry up and tidy up the deck, get ready to haul in the nets!" Wu Gang shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of excitement.

This operation took the longest to complete, and everyone was eagerly anticipating it.

But the smiles on their faces vanished as soon as they heard the steady sound of the internet connection.

"There's not much stock left."

"That's normal. We're not far from the real dock. They're probably just small fry." Wang Dazhu was quite relaxed about it.

The net bag broke through the water, and it looked quite large, bulging and puffy.

When the knot was untied, a pile of colorful things fell onto the deck, accompanied by a foul, fishy smell.

When the group got closer to take a look, they were all dumbfounded.

There were hardly any fish, and they were all garbage.

"What the hell is this bad luck!"

Chen Yang covered his nose and took two steps back.

"After dragging it for 4 hours, all we got was this pile of junk."

Even though it was dilapidated, there were still fish inside, so everyone had to squat down and start sorting them out.

Chen Yongqiang picked out a few mackerel mixed in with the fish, and untied a tangled mess of nylon rope, revealing a sea bass that wasn't quite dead yet.

The nylon rope had cut into the fish flesh, causing the scales to stick out, a shocking sight.

"Hold!"

Chen Yongqiang cursed and pulled the sea bass out of the basket.

He grew angrier the more he thought about it. He grabbed a clump of trash at his feet, strode to the side of the boat, and raised his hand to throw it into the sea.

"Don't throw it!" Wu Sui shouted sternly.