Siyuan Ruins, a Secret Hidden in the Water

"Mr. Chen, have you had enough for this month?" Ah Hang, a young man, rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, his voice trembling a little, "I heard from the old people at the pier that if you catch three..." Lao Chen didn't look back, he just put out the cigarette butt in the water on the board of the boat, making a soft "sizzle" sound. He took out a small thing wrapped in red cloth from his arms, spread out his hands, and saw crumpled banknotes, with a few corners missing from the edges. "It's not you or me who have the final say on whether it's enough or not." His voice was deep and hoarse as if it had been soaked in river water. "It's the things in the water that have the final say." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.