On the third day of my livestreamed fishing trip, I was crouching on the tidal flats, digging for clams. When I looked up, I saw Su Qiqi.
She was wearing an elegant suit and explaining marine ecology to her team. Her gaze swept over my mud-caked hands and face, then calmly moved on, as if I were a real beggar.
She didn’t recognize me. The childhood friend I’d loved for nine years.
That was fine. I lowered my head and went back to digging for crabs.
No one knew that last night, my family’s ancestral Fishing Notes had suddenly begun to glow. The location of the most mysterious fishing grounds in a century, along with long-lost techniques, was unfolding before my eyes, page by page.
From today on, the tides will answer to me, and the whole ocean will be my storehouse.
But Su Qiqi, when one day I’ve acquired the rights to the entire fishing ground and stand before you...
Will you still pretend not to know me?
