[When he suffered stomach bleeding in Volume 996, he gritted his teeth and tore up the resignation letter - back to the fishing village!
Lin Haichuan clutched the gastric ulcer diagnosis certificate issued by the hospital and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office building all night.
The city's neon lights made the resignation letter white, but the salty wind from his hometown suddenly penetrated his nose. He recalled that when he was twelve years old, his grandfather squatted on the rocks and taught him how to recognize fish stars, saying, "The sea does not deceive others, and people must respect the sea."
The old copper whistle picked up at low tide became a turning point in fate.
The movement of fish within three nautical miles drew a golden thread on his retina, and the lesions of diseased shrimps and rotten crabs flashed like red lights in his eyes.
A single-handedly working small fishing boat, he caught half a ton of wild large yellow croaker on his first trip out to sea; he sprinkled probiotics into a breeding pond that others were overcrowding and was able to grow groupers with thick back fat; in a nursery that was destroyed by a typhoon, he used a tidal simulation pond to hatch the first batch of golden pomfret fry in Hong Kong.
"Is this kid just so lucky?" The fisherman blew out smoke rings and sneered.
Until his "Haishengji" cold chain truck blocked the dock. In the past, Su Yuyue, queen of the seafood trade, drove a Maserati to negotiate for exclusive supply. Later, the Bureau of Agriculture brought a camera to film his ecological breeding documentary. His blind date who once thought he was poor stood in the village entrance crying. His colleagues who took away his project bonus knelt down and begged for cooperation. Even the old captain patted his shoulder and sighed: "Haichuan, Grandpa, you are the one who made the most of it."
It was this sea that taught him how to turn wind and waves into soup and make fish into a family.
