Beachcombing: The beach is full of amazing seafood, but my wife won't let me get out of bed!

The group dared not delay.

Wu Sui threw the large blue crab in his hand into the bucket, picked up the bucket, and led Chen Xue back.

"Listen to your brother, something's not right with the weather, let's get out of here quickly."

Wang Feng looked at the crabs crawling all over the ground and slapped her thigh in distress.

This is all money; you could easily exchange a few hundred-yuan bills for just a handful.

But she knew what was important; no amount of money was more important than her life.

"Oh my God, we're not making this money anymore. Xiaoxue, hold Yaya tight, don't let her slip!"

Su Yu was still squatting in the mud pit, holding a crab with its claws outstretched, looking completely unwilling.

"Angkor, are you really going to leave all these crabs lying on the ground? It's practically free!"

Wu Sui walked over, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and forcefully pulled him up.

"Do you want your life or the crabs? Let's get out of here."

Several people, carrying buckets and shining flashlights, trudged through the muddy beach, running frantically towards the shore.

Before we even reached the village entrance, the wind suddenly picked up.

The sea breeze, carrying a strong fishy smell, was so strong that it was hard to stand, and the branches of the trees along the roadside were knocked off and bent over.

Immediately afterwards, large raindrops began to fall, stinging my face.

At first, the raindrops were sparse, but as soon as they rushed into the courtyard of the old house and stepped through the door, the sky seemed to leak out.

The rain poured down, and the strong wind whipped up the raindrops, which pounded against the roof with a crackling sound.

Wu Jianguo and Li Cuihua were sitting in the main room.

The elderly couple breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing them return.

Li Cuihua quickly grabbed a few dry towels and handed them over.

"What a disaster! This rain just started out of nowhere, and you're all covered in mud... My goodness, catching so many crabs?"

Wang Feng was wiping her hair while panting heavily.

"Mom, all the mud crabs have come out of the mudflats, they're everywhere. It's a pity we didn't collect them all, we missed out on several hundred yuan."

Wu Jianguo tapped the pipe in his hand, walked to the door, and looked at the sky outside.

"Those are sea urchins fleeing for their lives. The wind direction is wrong; the typhoon is coming too fast."

The old man turned around and looked at Wu Sui.

"Second brother, your roof is too dilapidated. It definitely won't hold up to the wind and rain tonight. Don't go back tonight, just sleep here."

Wu Sui nodded in agreement. It was indeed dangerous to go back to the stone house in this weather; if the roof collapsed, it would be a huge problem.

The family was quickly settled. Chen Xue took Ya Ya and her sister-in-law Hua to sleep in the inner room, while the elderly couple took Xiao Hu back to their own room.

Wu Sui, Wu Gang, and Su Yu, three grown men, squeezed onto a wooden bed in the east wing.

Outside, a fierce wind and torrential rain were blowing, and the wind was pouring in through the cracks in the windows, making them rattle loudly.

The room was dark, with the lights off.

Su Yu tossed and turned, unable to sleep; the excitement of catching crabs tonight hadn't worn off.

"Angkor, brother, is beachcombing always this exciting?"

Wu Gang pulled the thin blanket up a little and chuckled.

"What's so exciting? We just happened to be caught in a typhoon today. It was a lucky break. Normally, you can't even find two blue crabs after digging all day."

Su Yu rested his head on his arm and began to talk about his life.

"It's so much more fun here. Back in Shanghai, there's construction everywhere, and it's all dusty when you go out. It's so annoying."

"Let me tell you, Pudong is changing every day."

"It used to be all farmland, now it's all construction sites."

"My dad just acquired a piece of land there last month and is planning to build a large shopping mall."

Wu Gang was stunned.

"Building a shopping mall would be great; wouldn't the rent be tens of thousands of yuan a year?"

Su Yu laughed, his laughter tinged with smugness.

"Brother, tens of thousands of yuan can't even rent a toilet in Shanghai."

"My dad said that once the shopping mall is built, the annual rent will be at least several million."

Wu Gang gasped, completely speechless.

The number of millions was beyond his comprehension.

Wu Sui put his hands behind his head, listened to the wind outside the window, and casually interjected.

"Building shopping malls takes too long to recoup costs. Now that the government has abolished welfare housing allocation, the commercial housing market is the general trend."

"If your dad had stockpiled that land to build a residential complex and held onto it for three to five years before selling it, the profit would have been at least two or three times higher."

Su Yu remained silent for a few seconds.

Turning his head, he used the occasional flashes of lightning outside to look at Wu Sui's position.

His father did indeed mention this at the dinner table.

It is said that there are disagreements among the company's shareholders; some want to build residential buildings to make quick money, while others want to build shopping malls to collect rent.

Even he couldn't figure this out, yet Wu Sui, a fisherman, just blurted it out.

Su Yu tentatively asked, "Brother Wu, you know about real estate? What do you think is the most profitable investment right now?"

Wu Sui rolled over and found a comfortable position.

"The Internet".

Su Yu chuckled.

"Angkor, you're wrong this time."

"The Nasdaq dot-com bubble just burst this year, and all the tech stocks my sister bought are now stuck with losses. Anyone who touches the internet now is doomed."

Wu Sui's tone was flat, without any inflection.

"That's overseas. How big is the number of internet users in China?"

"It looks like a bubble now, but as long as you can get through these two years, those who do instant messaging and e-commerce will become giants worth hundreds of billions in the future."

Su Yu stopped laughing. Although he was a rich young master who was good for nothing, he had grown up in the business world.

Through constant exposure, he became extremely sensitive to business terms.

"Blue Ocean", "Instant Messaging", "E-commerce".

It's so jarring to hear these words coming from the mouth of a fisherman who reeks of fish.

"What about the stock market? Is the domestic stock market viable?"

Su Yu couldn't help but press on, his tone less casual and more like he was asking for advice.

Wu Sui yawned.

"The domestic stock market is policy-driven. Don't be fooled by its current sluggish state; once the shareholding reform is implemented in a few years and full circulation is achieved, you can double your money even if you buy blindly."

"But now, why not hoard some land? You can make money just by building houses anywhere."

The room fell silent again.

Only Wu Gang's even snoring echoed in the small space.

He didn't understand what they were talking about at all; he had already fallen asleep.

Su Yu suddenly sat up.

"Angkor, which prestigious university did you graduate from? Fudan University, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, Tsinghua University, or Peking University?"

Wu Sui closed his eyes, and his voice was somewhat muffled.

"He graduated from the third middle school in town, but didn't get into university."

"Are you kidding me?" Su Yu exclaimed, raising his voice eight octaves.

"Even my sister, a returnee from an Ivy League university, doesn't have your vision and perspective."

"You're telling me you're a fisherman who only graduated from high school? Are you some hidden millionaire who came here to experience life?"

Wu Sui didn't respond and simply pretended to be asleep.

Which rich person is out of their mind to work themselves to death every day going beachcombing?

Su Yu sat on the bed, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.

He recalled Wu Sui's composure when faced with his sister's 100,000 yuan, coupled with the logical economic analysis he had just given.

This guy is hardly a fisherman; you could easily mistake him for a top student from a prestigious university.

Wu Sui didn't want to say much, mainly because he didn't have enough capital to play the game.

When I have money in the future, maybe I can catch up and snatch it away.