Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

His father was a fisherman, and his fishing gear was old.

Even if the predecessor was short of money, these things were not presentable to sell.

Yang Bai took the old fishing gear he already had, pulled a cart, and used the little money he had left to rent a wooden boat and two buckets of broken fish bait from a fisherman's house.

Arriving at the beach, my cloth shoes glided across the golden sand, and the salty, damp ocean air felt soft and comforting.

He threw all the tools he had onto the boat.

The Widow Sea has a coastline of 30 kilometers, and most fishermen only dare to fish in the shallow waters and do not dare to go deep into the sea.

Because the problem in the deep is not just the wind and waves, but rather that the wind and waves are just a minor issue; if the timing is right, the ship can still sail.

The most important, prominent reefs and the hidden reefs below form a maze-like route.

Fishermen call it the "Hand of the King of Hell," because once someone is scratched by the hull of a boat, even a god can't save them.

Relying on his familiarity with the Widow Sea route, Yang Bai quickly rowed to an area surrounded by reefs.

He poured bait into the net and threw it directly into the sea.

The fishing net my father left behind could only catch a pound or two of fish and shrimp; to catch big fish, you had to use a hook.

He picked up the old fishing rod; the hooks were rusty, and the fishing line was a bit yellowed.

The original owner didn't have much money. He rented a fishing boat, bought a bucket of fish bait, and was completely broke.

Yang Bai wanted to gamble, betting that this fishing line could catch a few fish.

He shook his head with a wry smile.

"If things start badly, there's a way to make things better."

Hang a piece of fish meat on the hook and cast the line into the sea.

There are many hidden reefs in the sea, so it can't be too deep or too shallow.

Too deep and you're fishing for Earth; too shallow and you're fishing for air.

You need to find a suitable location.

Yang Bai made his fortune by the sea, so he was naturally a fishing expert.

Once you've found the right spot, suspend the hook in the perfect position.

Not long after, a fish took the bait. Yang Bai pulled hard, and it still had some weight to it.

After a few rounds of pulling, I could feel the fish losing its strength.

Yang Bai immediately fished it up, and it traced a perfect parabola in mid-air.

A brown and white rat with black spots hung on the hook, then fell into the boat and hopped around.

Yang Bai recognized it at a glance as a grouper, weighing a full three pounds. If he were to sell this one at a state-run aquatic products store, it would fetch at least three yuan.

In the following days, they caught grouper, black sea bream, and spotted grouper.

After fishing for the tenth fish, the line broke as expected.

Yang Bai shrugged as he looked at the broken fishing gear.

"There's no other way, but these ten fish will sell for at least twenty dollars."

He grabbed the fish trap, his eyes lit up, and it felt quite heavy.

Knowing what was inside, his breathing became even heavier.

Prawns, 70% of the fish traps were filled with prawns!

This thing is extremely valuable, costing more than five times the price of ordinary fish.

It costs 60 cents per pound, and you can catch this with a small fish trap.

Not to mention the large cage!

He poured them into the bucket; these prawns weighed about fifteen pounds, plus other miscellaneous items.

I can get ten yuan.

Yang Bai's ambitions didn't stop there.

They paddled to the edge of the cliff and stopped, then simply dumped all the fish feed into the fish trap and continued catching fish.

He took off his clothes and plunged into the sea.

After swimming for a while, he smiled slightly.

Sure enough, it's still here.

All Yang Bai could see were abalone, each about half the size of a palm, clinging to the rocks.

They only boarded the ship reluctantly after finishing a full bucket.

He wants a lot, but he also knows deep down that he can only take so much for now.

The last basket arrived, also filled with a large quantity of prawns.

The boat was rowed ashore, and the crew, exhausted, collapsed on the beach, dragging two large baskets of their catch.

Yang Bai looked at the clear blue sky and grinned.

Prawns, abalone, grouper...

So cool.

The most important thing now is to sell it.

If the rest die, they won't fetch a good price.

He immediately got up, loaded the fish into the cart, and pulled it back.

They selected the largest and best specimens, poured seawater into wooden buckets, raised them well, and then took them to the state-run aquatic products market for sale.

The remaining small, dying ones were displayed at the entrance for sale.

Yang Bai shouted, "Fellow villagers, fish for sale! Fresh fish for sale!"

His house was near the center of the village. It was midday, and the villagers who had finished their work were carrying their farm tools back home.

Some people are leaning against the banyan tree to enjoy the shade.

Everyone gathered around when they heard Yang Bai calling out to sell fish.

They were very curious; Yang Bai's reputation had spread throughout several village production brigades.

He's not gambling anymore, he's selling fish here?

"Yang Bai, have you changed your ways? Don't waste your gambling skills."

Someone uttered a remark, and a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

Yang Bai picked up a fish and laughed.

"Yes, I really have changed my ways. I lost all my gambling money, and I won't touch it again."

You didn't even win a fresh fish? Don't tell me you didn't have any money.

The man blushed and had no choice but to shakily take out the money.

Otherwise, he'll be the one who becomes a laughing stock.

Just as he was about to hand the money to Yang Bai, he was stopped.

"Don't give it to him. You'd really dare to eat the fish he sells?"

Liu Caixia dragged her mentally challenged son to the stall, put her hands on her hips, glared at him, and looked like she was going to give him a hard time.

Yang Bai frowned, guessing that they were here to cause trouble because of what happened this morning.

He pointed to the freshly caught fish on the wooden board and the price list written on it.

"I just caught it, and you're saying it's not fresh? The price was fair too. You just spew nonsense. Is your mouth full of shit?"

He never hesitates to take action when someone causes trouble, especially since she's trying to stop him from making money.

"you!"

Liu Caixia was a notorious shrew in the village, and being scolded only fueled her anger.

"Alright, everyone, listen to me."

"He's a gambling addict who sells dead fish. Don't be fooled by how fresh they look on the table; he'll definitely switch them out secretly later."

She absolutely couldn't let Yang Bai sell the fish; if he sold them all, he could probably pay back the money in no time.

What will happen to my son if I can't find a normal wife?

If he drags this out until the fish really rots and spoils, Yang Bai won't be able to pay back the money, and he'll have to beg Su Wanqiu to marry his son.

After Liu Caixia finished speaking, the onlookers seemed to agree with her.

"Grandma Zhang is right. He's a gambler, and he's got plenty of ways to cheat and steal."

"People like that love to make ill-gotten gains; I wouldn't dare gamble on them."

"The cheapest fish he sells costs six cents, and if he keeps it stuck in his hands, he'll lose a day's work points."

These fish do look fresh, but they really can't trust Yang Bai's people.

A gambler is capable of anything when he runs out of money.

They shook their heads, all wanting to leave.

Liu Caixia said with a smug look on her face.

"Yang Bai, let me remind you one more time: as long as you can't pay back the money, you'd better obediently marry your wife to my son."

Yang Bai's gaze gradually turned cold as he looked at Liu Caixia.

"If you say another word, I don't mind beating you and your stupid son until you're paralyzed for the rest of your lives."

He was not afraid of any villains he had faced in his past life.

The only way to make him suffer a fate worse than death is to threaten his family, regardless of their social standing.

Liu Caixia trembled at his cold gaze, and when she saw him turn to go home, she started cursing.

"You little bastard, am I wrong? I know exactly what you're up to."

Yang Bai stopped and casually drew the fish-killing knife from his waist. The flash of cold light startled Liu Caixia, who immediately shut her mouth.

He took an iron pot from inside the house, set up a stove, lit a fire, and poured water in it. Before the people had completely dispersed, he shouted.

"Guys, if you don't believe in the quality of my fish and shrimp, I'll put a few in right here for you to taste."

"As for selling counterfeit goods at a loss, I'm right here. If you find out, I'm willing to pay ten times the price in compensation!"

Upon hearing the promise of a tenfold refund for counterfeit goods, the people who were about to disperse gradually stopped in their tracks.