The year his parents disappeared in a maritime disaster, Lin Chen was six.
The people of Qingshi Bay took turns raising him. He delivered food and tutored students, working his way through college.
When he graduated and returned to the village, he had only 3,600 yuan to his name. All he knew about beachcombing was picking up broken shells, and the local bully Ma Biao laughed at him to his face.
Then, one night, a deep blue light shone in his eyes.
His [Ocean Vision] awakened: when the tide receded, everything beneath the surface came into perfect focus. He could spot where the blue crabs were hiding and where the big catches were lurking, all at a glance.
Other people relied on luck when beachcombing. For him, it was like going into his own home to fetch something.
One net full of giant yellow croaker, weighing over sixty jin, caused a stir across half the harbor.
On the first day of his livestream, hundreds watched. By the third, five thousand were online, flooding the chat.
"The streamer is definitely cheating!"
"Does he own this sea or something?!"
Facing jealous rivals and growing waves, Lin Chen smiled.
The ocean is my backyard.
And he was going to make Qingshi Bay prosperous along with him.
