This is the right use for space. Chen Hong circled the island and basically looted everything of value.

Chen Hong returned to the space, sat on the stone bench and laughed heartily, looking at the small mountains of conch and shellfish in the space, and the ponds full of sea cucumbers, grouper, wrasse, wrasse, lobsters and crabs.

It's like looking at stacks and stacks of RMB. If all of these were sold, they would be worth at least a few million! Today's earnings are equivalent to Chen Hong's total income for half a year.

The key is that stealing other people's things is really satisfying and enjoyable. No wonder the Japanese are small in stature but have big ambitions, always thinking about stealing and robbing other people's things.

Few people would resist the temptation of such a risk-free business if they tried it just once. And now, I've shamefully entertained such thoughts myself.

I need to do more of this kind of risk-free business in the future so that I can regain my peace of mind.

I vaguely remember hearing somewhere that the reason Japan occupied our Diaoyu Islands was because there were gold mines near the islands.

Some fishermen claim to have found gold nuggets on the seabed near the Diaoyu Islands. They say that if they ever go to the area near the Diaoyu Islands, they will also search the seabed to see if they can find any gold nuggets.

This time, Chen Hong was also underwater, catching a lot of grouper, wrasse, and wrasse. Basically, any good fish that passed by her were caught and put into her space.

She even managed to bring in more than twenty tigerfish. Chen Hong caught a total of more than three hundred ginseng fish, each of them more than half a meter long, with the largest reaching one and a half meters.

If it weren't for the space, no matter how many or how good these things were, Chen Hong wouldn't have been able to get many of them. She was grateful for the space, this great treasure, which was truly a powerful tool for her to smuggle herself out!

Chen Hong was so engrossed in scavenging the seabed today that she forgot to eat lunch. She didn't even know what time it was, but when she felt hungry, she remembered that Black Tiger was still in her spatial dimension!

I wonder if the dog knows it's hungry. It should find something to eat itself and not waste the food I put in the box.

Chen Hong didn't even have time to rest, and quickly got up to find Black Tiger. "Black Tiger, Black Tiger," Chen Hong called the dog's name, and Black Tiger ran out with a steamed bun in his mouth.

Chen Hong smiled as soon as she saw it. Not bad, this dog knew not to rummage through things. It only took the buns from its own small bamboo basket and ate them, without wasting the other food it had packed in the plastic box.

The two of them, a man and a dog, had a hearty meal in the space. It was already 3:30 in the afternoon. This meal was neither lunch nor dinner, but rather afternoon tea.

Chen Hong washed another large basin of strawberries. The two of them, one for each person and one for the dog, ate one each, and soon finished the whole basin of fruit after the meal.

Watching the black tiger eat with its head wagging, Chen Hong patted its head and said, "You're getting smarter and smarter. You know that the fruit in the space is good for you, so you take every opportunity to eat a lot. Okay, you're full. You can't eat anymore."

"Let it digest. You can eat it after dinner. Look at all this fruit your master has! Eat as much as you want. I won't mind; we have plenty."

Black Tiger lay sprawled at Chen Hong's feet, lazily squinting its eyes, affectionately licking Chen Hong's palm. Black Tiger loved the atmosphere of this space; it was neither too hot nor too cold, brimming with life—it was simply too comfortable to stay here!

After resting enough, Chen Hong didn't leave the space. Instead, she pulled out the crab traps from the morning and started picking and tying up the crabs. She worked until 7 p.m. before she had finished cleaning out all twenty crab traps and tying up the crabs.

Chen Hong secretly left the space and floated on the sea. Seeing no boats around, she quickly launched her fishing boat and sailed south for more than ten nautical miles. Near an island, she set twenty crab traps into the sea.

After changing into his diving gear and putting away his fishing boat, Chen Hong dived back into the sea, ready to plunder the resources around the island.

There were a lot of abalone in this seabed area, and they were all quite large. Chen Hu picked out the largest sea snails and shellfish from the seabed and scavenged them first. Then he started searching for abalone among the reefs.

She casually tossed the sea cucumbers she saw into her spatial storage. After working for an unknown amount of time, she felt a bit tired and was about to return to her spatial storage to rest when suddenly, Chen Hong discovered five different shaped underwater vehicles on the seabed. Chen Hong was startled.

She swam closer and took a closer look, confirming that they were all underwater vehicles and not torpedoes. There were also English and Japanese letters on them. Chen Hong had long forgotten the English she learned in high school.

Aside from "eight teeth" and "waistline," she knew nothing else in Japanese, but she saw these things quite often in the news of later generations.

These are all treasures for fishermen along my country's coast to make a living. It seems that this is a central distribution point for the submarines of the Japanese and American masters. Chen Hong quietly stepped forward and put them one by one into the cryogenic compartment of the fishing boat in the space.

Once these things enter the space, they will block signal communication, and whether it's radio, wired, sonar, or radar, they will all be unusable.

Chen Hong was secretly pleased. He had collected five in one go. He would definitely receive a considerable bonus if he handed them over to the maritime or fisheries administration.

During the Spring Festival, I listened to the villagers recount their glorious past, including what kind of foreign spy equipment they had salvaged and how they were rewarded by the fishery administration department.

He was puzzled. There were more than a dozen villagers in the whole village who had fished up this thing before. How come he had never seen it even though he went out to sea so often and often went diving?

It turns out they were all gathered here waiting for me. Others pick them up one at a time, only once every few years. But I don't pick them up at all, and when I do, I pick up a whole bunch. One time I pick up what others pick up in a lifetime. Isn't that fast, efficient, and economical?

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