Back to 1998: I Started by Scavenging Bounty from the Great Recession

Lin Haisheng died suddenly at his desk and opened his eyes to find himself back in the height of summer, 1998.

A hooligan kicked in the courtyard gate. His sister clutched five thousand yuan in lifesaving bride-price money and knelt, begging for mercy.

The doomed fate that had destroyed his family in his previous life? This time, he overturned it with one hand.

He offered three sticks of incense before Mazu's shrine, and every day, the finest seafood teeming beneath the waves came into view.

He picked up a rusty shovel and ventured onto the rocky shoals, where even water ghosts dared not go.

Two-pound green crabs, gathered by the basketful. Rare roe-filled female crabs, a thousand times harder to find, hauled up by the bucketful.

A greedy fishmonger tried to drive down his prices? He turned around and supplied a high-end foreign-facing restaurant in the county directly, earning a whopping 6,300 yuan in one day.

He bought meat and medicine, got a new schoolbag, replaced the old boat, rallied his brothers, and built a cold chain.

The fiercer the waves, the fuller his fish hold.