Beachcombing: I Snap My Fingers, and the Sea Dries Up?

Lin Xiangdong returned to 1985 and Dàheishan Village in Jiaodong, only to find a drafty, dilapidated courtyard, a rice jar nearly empty, and his desperate wife and daughter being forced into the muddy water by the village chief's wife, who wanted them to work as her servants.

A billionaire who had returned to the eighties, Lin Xiangdong discovered that whenever he snapped his fingers, the seawater within a three-meter radius was forced aside by an invisible giant hand, forming a crystal-clear wall of water and leaving the seabed completely exposed!

While others combed the muddy shallows for tiny clams, Lin Xiangdong shuffled in his rubber boots to the treacherous Yanwang Reef. One snap, and a twelve-jin wild premium large yellow croaker flopped in despair on the bare rock. Dozens of large red-fleshed crabs raised their claws in bewilderment, and every black-gold abalone the size of a washbasin was an easy catch.

"Brother Dapiao, lazy Lin Laosan's gone out to gather seafood again. He probably won't find a single rotten piece of kelp!" Before the village bully had even finished speaking, Lin Xiangdong slammed a gleaming golden yellow croaker onto the buying station's counter. It sold for the sky-high price of 860 yuan. He immediately bought a walking tractor, then returned to the village in style with half a side of pork belly and a hundred jin of high-grade flour.

You want to take everything from me after I die? I, Lin Laosan, won't just make sure my wife eats gorgeous giant lobsters at every meal. I'll make you bullies cough up every dirty penny you've swallowed over the years, with interest!