usatvline Chapter 817 Small Boat
Chapter 817 Small Boat
Not to be outdone, Grandma Wang brought her square dance team to hold a "training class" at the activity center. After that financial management PK, Zhao Jianguo and his wife learned to respect each other and jointly manage the family finances. Zhao Xiaoyun continued to tinker with her inventions. Although she often got into trouble, she also brought a lot of joy to the family. One night, the whole family sat around the dining table. Grandpa Zhao picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in Grandma Wang's bowl: "My dear, thanks to your support, I can become an Internet celebrity." Grandma Wang blushed: "Stop talking nonsense! Don't dump me when you become famous." Zhao Jianguo and his wife smiled at each other and secretly clinked their glasses. Zhao Xiaoyun was busy feeding Jixiang, muttering: "Next time you make trouble, I won't give you snacks!" The moonlight outside the window gently sprinkled on the balcony of the Zhao family. The parrot Jixiang stood in the birdcage, tilting his head to look at this warm scene, and suddenly chirped, as if applauding this happy family. In this home full of laughter and noise, new stories are played out every day, and these stories have become their most precious memories.
Creative ideas
With a seaside fishing village as the background, the film first depicts the daily life and difficulties of fishermen, and then shows the growth of the protagonist in the business world through plots such as pearl trade and seafood processing, integrating elements such as business wars and emotions to increase the tension of the story. The salty sea breeze rolls up the waves and hits the reefs. Lin Yuan throws the broken fishing net over his shoulder and looks at the silver sea in the twilight. The voice of his father coughing up blood and saying "Don't be a fisherman for life" before his death rang in his ears again. In the past 23 years, he has seen too many fishing boats sink in storms and has tasted enough of the faces of fishmongers when they bargain. "Brother Lin, Boss Wang is here to collect fish again." Aqiang from the same village wiped the seawater off his face and pointed to the motorboat with the flag of "Wanchang Fisheries" not far away. On the deck, Wang Wanchang, wearing sunglasses, was sitting with his legs crossed, listening to his subordinates reporting today's purchase price: "Miscellaneous fish are eight cents a load, hairtail..." "Eight cents?!" Lin Yuan clenched his fists, "It was fifteen cents last month!" Wang Wanchang slowly took off his sunglasses, revealing the scar at the corner of his eye: "Xiao Lin, this seafood market is like the tide, rising and falling unpredictably. If you think it's too low..." He deliberately paused and glanced at the dilapidated fishing boat behind Lin Yuan, "Just continue to guard your few fish that have slipped through the net." That night, Lin Yuan squatted under the oil lamp and counted copper coins. His mother's medicine money, his sister's tuition, and the debt owed for repairing the boat were like a huge rock pressing on him, making him breathless. The moonlight poured in through the cracks in the thatched roof and shone on the bag of moldy dried fish in the corner. Suddenly, he remembered the strangeness he found in the cracks of the reef during the day - those shells washed ashore by the tide actually contained a few round pearls. Before daybreak, Lin Yuan rowed out to sea in a small boat. The reef area was undercurrent, and the sharp coral reefs were like lurking monsters. He took a deep breath and plunged into the cold sea water. The moment his fingertips touched the shell, he felt a stinging pain, which was the sting of the sea anemone. But when he broke the shell and the thumb-sized pearl glowed warmly in his palm, all the pain turned into ecstasy. In the jewelry store in the county town, under the shopkeeper's magnifying glass, the pearl reflected a colorful halo. "Good stuff!" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, "It's just that the quantity is too small, if there can be a hundred or eighty..." Lin Yuan walked out of the store holding the heavy silver ingot, and these words echoed in his ears. He knew that this was a chance to change his fate. Back in the fishing village, Lin Yuan borrowed money from door to door. The villagers looked at him like a madman: "Why are you fishing instead of collecting pearls? So many people have died at the bottom of the sea and there are only a few pearls to be found!" Only A Qiang patted his shoulder and said, "Brother Lin, count me in!" Three months later, Lin Yuan took his homemade pearl-collecting tools and a dozen strong men and headed for the deep sea. The diving bell slowly sank on the seabed. Through the glass, Lin Yuan saw clusters of mother-of-pearl oysters opening and closing in the corals. Suddenly, an undercurrent surged on the seabed and the diving bell shook violently. Lin Yuan held the valve tightly and watched A Qiang struggling to collect pearls in the turbid seawater. When they surfaced, everyone had blood on the corners of their mouths - a sign of pulmonary hemorrhage. When the wooden box filled with pearls was placed in front of Wang Wanchang, the face of the fishing tycoon changed. "Do you think a few pearls can shake the market?" Wang Wanchang sneered, "I want to see how long you can hold on." The next day, all the jewelry stores in the county suddenly refused to accept Lin Yuan's pearls. Instead, they were replaced by a large number of cheap cultured pearls from Wang Wanchang. Lin Yuan squatted at the dock, looking at the unsalable pearls, his throat bitter. A Qiang handed him a pot of wine: "How about... grind the pearls into powder and sell them? I heard that the ladies use this to apply on their faces." This sentence woke Lin Yuan up. He rushed back to the fishing village overnight and summoned the women to grind the pearls into powder, add seaweed and honey, and make a simple facial mask. At the market, Lin Yuan's stall was surrounded by people. "Natural pearl mask, nourishing and whitening!" He shouted at the top of his voice. After trying it, a silk shop owner bought ten boxes on the spot. The news seemed to have wings. Within half a month, orders came in like snowflakes. Lin Yuan rented an abandoned ancestral hall, set up a simple workshop, and invited craftsmen from the county to design exquisite packaging boxes. Wang Wanchang couldn't sit still. He sent people to spread rumors around the workshop, saying that the pearl mask was made of water soaked in dead fish. At the door of the workshop, a few ruffians held up a sign with "black-hearted businessman" and made trouble. Lin Yuan stood in the crowd, watching his mother being pushed to the ground, his nails digging deep into his palms. That night, he took the account book to find the county magistrate. In the court, Lin Yuan presented every purchase record of raw materials, as well as the joint testimony of the villagers. Wang Wanchang sneered and threw out a stack of silver notes: "Sir, this Lin Yuan mined pearls without authorization and destroyed the marine ecology..." Before he finished speaking, A Qiang rushed in with a dozen fishermen, holding the account book of Wang Wanchang's lowering of fish prices and monopolizing the market. The truth was revealed, and Wang Wanchang was thrown into prison. Lin Yuan's pearl business grew bigger and bigger. He not only opened a pearl farm, but also built a seafood processing plant. The once dilapidated fishing village now has a long whistle at the dock and cargo ships coming in and out. Lin Yuan erected a stone tablet on the seashore, engraved with his father's words: "If your heart has the sea, there is no place that is not a business journey." Many years later, Lin Yuan, who had become the president of the Chamber of Commerce, met Wang Wanchang who had been released from prison at a banquet. The former rival was hunched over, drinking silently in the corner. Lin Yuan walked over with a glass of wine: "Boss Wang, this glass of wine is for the eight cents of that year." Wang Wanchang was stunned for a long time, and suddenly laughed out loud, with two lines of tears sliding down his scar. The tide rose and fell, and the small fishing village of that year had long since changed. But every night, Lin Yuan always liked to sit at the bow, listening to the familiar sound of the waves, and stroking the pearl that he never left his waist - it was the first pearl he collected when he went to sea, and it was also the key to changing his destiny.