She was careless; she hadn't been at sea for a long time. How could she have forgotten about these ocean bullies!

The strong, bloody smell of fresh tuna viscera attracts not only various shrimp and crabs, but also sharks with a keen sense of smell for fresh blood.

An hour later, Chen Hong secretly left the space and found that the seabed was already in a mess.

The sharks had already had a full meal, devouring the bait mountain, and had swum away to who knows where.

All that remained were food scraps and the remains of various fish, while the slow-moving shrimp and crabs began their gluttonous feast.

This place has now become a world of crustaceans!

Chen Hong ransacked the place again, not daring to linger any longer, and quickly surfaced as a group of sea turtles slowly approached.

Before emerging from the water, she observed the sea surface and, finding nothing amiss, climbed onto the reef.

Standing on the reef and gazing into the distance, a north wind was blowing across the sea, and the waves were crashing against the rocks on the island's shore.

The vast Pacific Ocean stretched out before them, not a single fishing boat in sight. Chen Hong launched his fishing boat, quickly determined its course, and sped towards the Osumi Strait.

She needed to hurry back and make sure she could safely pass through the "Black Wind Pass" before the strong winds arrived.

This area is unfriendly to all passing ships. Where cold and warm currents meet, the sea breeze and waves are two or three levels larger than in other sea areas.

In winter, the Osumi Strait often experiences gale-force winds of level 7 or 8 and waves as high as ten meters.

Even a thousand-ton ship would be in danger in such an environment, let alone a fishing boat like Chen Hong's, which is less than thirty meters long.

Fortunately, Chen Hong's boat was fast, so she wasn't worried about wasting fuel. At 45 knots, it sped across the sea like a dart.

They overtook one large fishing boat and cargo ship after another, finally passing through the Osumi Strait before the strong winds arrived.

Looking at the five-meter-high waves left behind, Chen Hong felt lingering fear. The Osumi Strait in winter is too dangerous!

Chen Hong wouldn't want to risk coming here to fish in winter unless absolutely necessary.

The shock and oppression of waves five or six meters high crashing in was terrifying!

Her fishing boat looked like it could be swept into the sea by the waves at any moment; that feeling of being so small and powerless was absolutely terrifying!

Since acquiring her space, every voyage she's taken has been smooth sailing; this is the first time she's encountered such extreme weather.

Faced with the harshness of nature, human capabilities are so insignificant!

Chen Hong's mind finally settled down after returning to Donghai. She called her son and the village chief to let them know she was safe, and then began to arrange for the sale of her catch.

She first called the purchasing managers of several large seafood companies in Shanghai, and her ship would arrive at the Shanghai port early the next morning.

Her main catch this time was bluefin tuna, of excellent quality. Those interested can come directly to the dock to see the catch tomorrow morning.

He also called Wang Yuzhuo, the manager of the Shanghai Dragon Palace Hotel, and other hotel managers with whom he had previously traded, and arranged to trade bluefin tuna at the Shanghai dock the following evening.

Chen Hong divided them into two groups, selling one group tomorrow morning and the other group tomorrow night.

She plans to ship more goods to ease the pressure on her inventory. The Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and that's when prices are at their best.

Chen Hong wanted to sell all the tuna, but she kept one for herself, which would last her at least two or three months.

To be honest, she really couldn't enjoy eating sashimi every day; she just didn't have the iron stomach of the Japanese.

No matter what the ingredients are, whether they're oozing blood, covered in hair, or have tendons pulled out, the Japanese can chew and swallow them with a look of pure bliss and great enjoyment.

In her past life, when Chen Hong watched videos of them eating all sorts of strange and unusual raw ingredients, she was often disgusted and vomited.

She can enjoy sashimi and raw fish occasionally, just for the novelty, but honestly, she really can't stand eating raw food every day.

She planned to convert as much of the seafood in the space into cash, but she preferred RMB the most; having it in her pocket made her feel most at ease.

Upon entering the East China Sea, light snow began to fall from the sky. The snowflakes disappeared instantly upon entering the seawater.

If it weren't for the two-finger-thick layer of snow slowly accumulating on the deck, it would be hard to believe that today was a day of moderate snowfall.

As the saying goes, it's not cold when it snows, it's cold when the snow melts!

The temperature in the East China Sea is not low yet!

At noon, Chen Hong anchored the ship and enjoyed a delicious lunch. She finally got to eat the supplies stored in her spatial storage!

She ate a whole bowl of ginseng stewed chicken, meat and soup, but Chen Hong only ate two pieces of stewed beef, and gave the rest of the bowl to Black Tiger.

Black Tiger accompanied its master on this sea voyage, but didn't contribute much; it was kept in the space, eating and drinking to its heart's content.

In less than ten days, the female owner fattened it up considerably, and its fur became jet black and shiny.

With its bright, piercing eyes, it's clearly a clever, intelligent, brave, and fierce dog.

After dinner, Chen Hong had Black Tiger squat in a corner of the deck to listen to her chat. She then switched to autopilot mode and began cleaning, bleeding, and draining the fish on the boat.

In half a day and a night, she cleaned over a hundred more bluefin tuna. She believed these two hundred tuna would be enough to sell tomorrow morning.

At 6:30 a.m. the next morning, Chen Hong's fishing boat finally sailed into the dock.

Chen Honggang had just tied up the mooring line when he sent a message to his clients: "Dear bosses, the ship has arrived at the shore and is at berth number ×××. Please come and inspect the cargo for a face-to-face meeting!"

Before I could even put my phone away, people on the shore kept asking, "Hey lady, do you have any fish to sell? Sell them to me!"

Prices are fair and transparent, and if the goods are good, you'll get a great price!

Black Tiger barked loudly, preventing the fishmonger from boarding the boat. Chen Hong replied loudly, "Wait a moment, my customer will be here soon."

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