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

"fishing?"

Wu Gang's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, and he shook his head like a rattle drum, wringing his hands anxiously in the yard.

"Second brother, are you running a fever?"

"What valuable stuff can you catch from those tiny puddles near the shore?"

"Aside from tiny, palm-sized fish, there are only worthless stone gourds."

"You're wasting your whole day, and the fish you catch won't even go to the recycling center. Isn't that just a waste of time?"

Wu Gang became more and more anxious as he spoke, and reached out to check if his younger brother was delirious from the fever.

"Brother, do you have a better idea? Aren't you annoyed by all the people following you around when you go to the beach every day?"

"Alright, listen to me, let's just treat it as a fishing trip. Even if we don't make any money, we can take the fish home and eat it ourselves, okay?"

Wu Gang wanted to offer a few more words of advice.

Wu Sui had already turned around and entered the stone house, where he began to search.

When they were children, they often went fishing at the beach. Back then, there wasn't enough food at home, so they relied on fish and shrimp to fill their stomachs.

Honestly, back then, he felt like throwing up whenever he saw fish.

But now, I actually miss the days when I was a child.

Wu Gang sighed deeply and left the courtyard, feeling utterly frustrated.

A short while later, Wu Gang returned carrying two fishing rods and a bucket in his hand.

His face was drawn long.

"Second brother, to tell you the truth, we're just wasting our time."

Wu Sui didn't reply. He took the bucket, threw in the fishing line and hooks, and swaggered ahead.

The two had just reached the village entrance when they ran into Lai Er's gang.

In broad daylight, Lai Er, along with seven or eight idle men, were squatting under the big banyan tree at the village entrance, smoking and playing cards.

Upon seeing the outfits worn by the Wu brothers, Lai Er threw the cards in his hand on the ground and burst out laughing.

"Hey, isn't this our village's big boss, Ah Sui?"

Lai Er stood up, patted the dirt off his backside, and swayed as he approached.

"What's this? Gone beachcombing, switched to fishing?"

Several idlers nearby joined in the commotion.

"Brother Lai, he's just tired of doing big business and wants to cultivate his mind and spirit."

"That's right, Ah Sui is a rich man now, how can he go to the muddy beach every day?"

Wu Gang was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He raised the fishing rod in his hand, ready to curse.

Wu Sui grabbed his older brother's arm.

"What we do is none of your business. Did you build the roads in the village?"

Lai Er exhaled a smoke ring, not angry at all.

"Okay, I won't stop you."

"Brothers, let's go, we won't play cards today, let's follow Boss Sui and see how he makes a fortune."

Lai Er waved his hand, and seven or eight idlers followed behind Wu Sui and his companion, laughing and joking.

They were suspended at a distance of about ten meters, neither too close nor too far.

It's obvious they're just here to laugh at us.

Wu Gang walked away while turning back to glare.

"Second brother, with these stalkers following us, how are we supposed to fish?"

"Let them follow."

Wu Sui didn't even turn his head, and walked straight west along the dirt road outside the village.

The further you go, the higher the terrain becomes.

A dozen minutes later, Wu Sui stopped.

There's no road ahead.

This is a cliff headland, about three or four meters above the sea.

The seawater forms a backwater here.

Once Wu Gang saw the location clearly, he threw the red bucket in his hand onto the ground.

"Second brother, what brings you here?"

Wu Gang lowered his voice, his tone full of absurdity.

"This is Cliff Bay!"

"The bottom was full of rocks of all sizes, and the current was rapid."

"The old fishermen in the village all call this place the 'Hanging Bottom Graveyard'!"

"You can't even cast your line here. The bait goes in, and the sinker gets stuck in the cracks between the rocks. You can't pull it out, and the line breaking is enough to make you question your existence!"

Wu Gang was so anxious that he kept scratching his head.

Anyone in this village with even a little common sense would never come here to fish.

When Lai Er and his gang, who had followed behind, saw Wu Sui stop at the cliff bay, they were stunned for a moment, and then burst into thunderous laughter.

Lai Er laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, pointing at Wu Sui.

"Oh, Ah Sui, I thought you were off somewhere making a fortune, but it turns out you've come here to deliver fishhooks to the Dragon King?"

"If I can catch fish in this graveyard, I'll change my name backwards."

One of his lackeys chimed in.

"Brother Lai, this kid is probably desperate because we've been watching him so closely, he's grasping at straws."

"That's hilarious. They can't even pick a good fishing spot, and they're still acting all high and mighty."

The mocking laughter drifted in on the sea breeze, sounding particularly jarring.

Wu Gang was furious, but he couldn't refute it because Lai Er was right.

You really can't fish here.

Wu Sui completely ignored the taunts that followed.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the churning seawater.

The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!

These people know nothing.

"System, activate radar scan," Wu Sui silently commanded.

An invisible wave emanated from him and spread outwards to the sea below.

The radar interface unfolded in Wu Sui's line of sight.

Countless lights lit up!

Patches of green light moved among the crevices of the rocks, shimmering and extremely bright.

Moreover, in the central area where the green light was most concentrated, there were even several dazzling blue lights moving slowly.

Wu Sui understood.

The terrain here is complex, making it impossible for ordinary people to cast nets or hooks. It has been undisturbed for many years, which has made it a natural treasure trove for seafood.

"Brother, give me the fishing rod."

Wu Sui turned around and took the old fishing rod from Wu Gang's hand.

Wu Gang looked helpless, but he could only let him do as he pleased.

"You didn't even buy any bait, what are you going to use to fish?" Wu Gang asked.

Wu Sui didn't say anything, and walked to a damp, shady rock next to him.

The cracks in this rock were teeming with sea cockroaches.

Wu Sui moved extremely fast, using both hands simultaneously to grab each one accurately.

In no time, he had more than a dozen fat sea cockroaches in his hand.

The onlookers behind them couldn't help but scoff.

"Am I seeing things? He's using sea cockroaches as bait?"

"Are they desperate for money? How much would a bag of Antarctic krill cost in town? Why use this disgusting stuff to fish?"

"Sea cockroaches have hard shells and little meat; aside from small, unwanted fish, who eats that kind of legitimate seafood?"

Lai Er simply sat down on a flat rock and crossed his legs.

"Brothers, sit down and rest for a bit. Let's see what kind of junk he can catch."

Wu Sui ignored him, deftly tied up the line and attached a heavy lead.

Then, take the largest sea roach out of the box, thread it through the fishhook from its tail, and expose the barbs.

He walked to the edge of the cliff and stared at the brightest blue light on the system radar.

Grip the fishing rod tightly with both hands, raise it high above your head, and swing it forcefully with your waist.

"call out!"

The fishing line, baited and weighted, drew a long arc in the air before plunging into the water directly above the blue light.

The sinker, carrying the bait, sank rapidly.

Wu Sui immediately tightened the excess fishing line to keep it taut and prevent it from being washed into the cracks in the rocks by the current.

The reason why fishing lines get stuck in graveyards is because underwater currents push the fishing line towards the rocks.

But Wu Sui has a system radar.

He can clearly see the fish's location, and as long as he controls the fishing line well, he can avoid the reefs.

Wu Gang watched from the side, his heart pounding.

"Second brother, be careful when reeling in the line, don't really get stuck."

Wu Sui stared intently at the surface of the water.

Time passed second by second.

Lai Er and the others who were watching the show from behind were starting to get impatient.

"It's been ten minutes, and the float hasn't moved an inch."

"Come on, come on, what's the point of watching an idiot enjoying the sea breeze here?"

Lai Er stood up, patted his trouser legs, and prepared to lead his men back to the village.

Just then, Wu Sui's fishing rod sank downwards.

The tip of the pole bent into an exaggerated crescent shape.

Immediately afterwards, the fishing reel made a "buzzing" sound.

The fishing line in the spool was being pulled wildly and was leaking out rapidly.

Wu Sui gripped the pole handle with both hands, and his feet involuntarily slid forward half a step, landing on the edge of the cliff.

A tremendous pulling force came from underwater.

Wu Gang was startled and rushed over to hug Wu Sui's waist.

"Holy crap, second rod, it's snagged! Quick, cut the line, or you'll break the rod!"

"It's not a bottom hanger!"