Chen Hong picked up the fishing hook from the boat, tied a long rope to the hook, and threw the handle outwards toward the short-haired girl, shouting, "Grab it, grab it quickly, I'll pull you up!"

Suddenly, the short-haired girl saw hope. She swung her legs rapidly and waved her hands wildly until she finally grabbed the long pole and held on tightly.

Chen Hong quickly pulled her to the side of the boat, grabbed her arm, and yanked her onto the boat.

The girl had already drunk her fill of seawater. Chen Hong brought over a small stool, opened it, and made her lie on it. He then cupped his hand and slapped her back repeatedly. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," the girl vomited with great gusto, water spurting from her mouth. Unfortunately, there were no small fish or seaweed, only the fishy smell of seawater mixed with fruit and red wine.

Luckily, Chen Hong wasn't pregnant, otherwise she would have had to join in the "vomiting" performance!

When she could vomit no more, the girl collapsed on the deck, her face ashen. Chen Hong looked at the mess on the deck, dragged her aside, and used seawater to wash the deck clean.

At least the stench was gone, and Chen Hong breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the girl sitting blankly on the deck by the boat, still dripping wet, her makeup ruined, her false eyelashes nowhere to be seen, and her lips blue from the cold. She looked like a female ghost, which was quite pitiful.

Chen Hong went back to the cabin, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to her: "Are you alright? I don't have any clean clothes on this ship. Drink some hot water and calm down. I'll take you back to get dressed."

The girl finally came to her senses: "Thank you, big sister! If it weren't for you, I would be dead! Waaah! Thank you, big sister! Waaah, waaah! I...I...I almost died!"

While thanking her, she burst into tears. Chen Hong quickly steered the boat to take her back to the fishing boat. Apart from the two who had just swum back to the boat, the other four people on the fishing boat had seen Chen Hong rescue the short-haired girl and were anxiously waiting.

Several people hurriedly took the short-haired girl onto the boat and busied themselves taking care of her. The two men thanked Chen Hong profusely, but Chen Hong waved and steered the boat away from them to continue searching for a fishing spot. She had already missed catching several big fish because of the rescue.

Chen Hong saw the fishing boat waving to her from afar as it sailed away back to shore.

A perfectly good trip turned into a murder. Is killing people now fashionable at sea? Do they think the ocean is an easy place to cover up the crime?

Thinking of this, Chen Hong suddenly shivered. The sudden sense of crisis was impossible to suppress. She thought of the shocking maritime murder case that would happen a few years later, in which the perpetrator was apparently a crew member of a fishing company in Rongcheng.

It seems that ships are still very dangerous at sea, especially for some people who think the ocean is a lawless place. On the unseen sea, the evil in one's heart is like a demon being born, making it easiest to indulge one's desire to commit crimes and murder.

Chen Hong decided to secretly make some powerful weapons when she got home and hide them in her spatial storage. It's always good to be cautious; she should arm herself in advance! If she really ran into bad guys, she'd have a fighting chance.

Perhaps because the deck was covered in filth, Chen Hong's two nets in the afternoon mostly pulled up small fish, which she released back into the sea. Fortunately, the crab traps had a good harvest, yielding over 100 jin (50 kg) of various types of crabs, including blue crabs, swimming crabs, orchid crabs, and bread crabs.

What was even more surprising was that nine tiger crabs were caught, three of which weighed less than half a pound. Chen Hong made a tough decision and threw them back into the sea. Tiger crabs weighing about a pound can sell for 100 yuan per pound. These six, weighing two pounds each, should sell for at least 160 yuan per pound.

This is the first time Chen Hong has ever caught a tiger crab. Could this be God's compensation for saving people today?

Today, Chen Hong earned over 130,000 yuan and packed six jin of swimming crabs for Uncle Erhu, asking him to share some with the village chief so both families could have a taste. Chen Hong took one tiger crab and several red flower crabs home.

At dinner, the father and son were amazed to see the tiger crabs on the table; they had never seen such crabs before! Seeing the grandfather and grandson eating with such satisfaction and happiness, Chen Hong was happy even though she earned a few hundred yuan less. As a fisherman by the sea, how could she not enjoy the seafood she caught herself?

Chen Hong didn't dare tell her father the price of tiger crabs. The old man was used to being frugal his whole life; he'd definitely nag her if he knew the price. To let him eat with peace of mind, she had to bear this burden herself.

Chen Hong felt like she had become a liar, having to carefully weave a lie every day. She was genuinely worried about her integrity; if people found out she had told so many lies, no one would dare associate with her anymore.

In the dead of night, Chen Hong was alone in her spatial dimension, exploring the seashells. After two months of practice, Chen Hong had become very skilled at this task. Tonight, she had searched all the seashells and found more than a dozen pearls.

She collected the dozen or so seashells that had given their lives, intending to cook them when the opportunity arose. Looking at the hundreds of seashells and snails of various sizes in the breeding tank, Chen Hong suddenly didn't want to sell them anymore.

Having amassed so much wealth from the ocean, shouldn't she give back to it? Taking without giving back isn't Chen Hong's style. She should find a fish fry breeding base in Rongcheng and buy some fry to release back into the sea. Even if it doesn't significantly improve the marine ecosystem, it could at least compensate for the resources she's harvested.

When we go out to sea again tomorrow, we should find a suitable spot and release these giant sea clams and conches back into the ocean. Perhaps, in gratitude, they will continue to produce pearls!

After finishing her work, Chen Hong stroked the sealed bag containing the ambergris. Yes, after researching online, Chen Hong had confirmed that this substance, which at first glance looked like quicklime, was indeed the legendary ambergris. It was said that ambergris of this quality was more valuable than gold.

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