[Rebirth + Portable Space + Spiritual Spring + Rushing to the Sea + Era Entrepreneurship + Industrial Wealth + Not the Holy Mother]
In 1990, Chen Yuzhou opened his eyes and found himself reborn in a dilapidated Chinese fishing village in Nanyang.
Three dollars in my pocket, mudflats under my feet, and a scorching sun above my head.
The only reliance is the portable spiritual spring space.
Take a sip of the four-season constant-temperature spring. The seafood soaked in the water is tender and sweet enough to make you bite your tongue. The oversized constant-temperature warehouse keeps it fresh forever, so you no longer have to worry about the catch rotting in your hands.
Pour the diluted spiritual spring water into the offshore sea, and black gold abalone, splendid lobster, and deep-sea pearl oysters will swarm in.
Others rush to the sea to collect snails, but he rushes to the sea to catch gold.
Buy out the tidal flats, take pictures of deserted islands, form a seagoing fleet, and build your own cold chain factory.
After the typhoon, tens of thousands of tons of sea cargo washed up on the beach, and the space warehouses easily swallowed it. Truck after truck was pulled out, and wealthy businessmen around the world lined up to wait for the goods.
Deep-sea cages are filled with spring water, and the sea cucumbers grown are fatter than wild ones; Yuanmeng 225 is transported across the ocean by air, and fresh products arrive at European and American tables around the clock.
The maritime security fleet patrols day and night, and pirates take a detour when they see it.
From a barefoot fisherman to the helm of a trillion-dollar ocean business empire, Chen Yuzhou only used a spiritual spring, a sea, and an island.
