787 Fruitful Return (1/2)

Probably under the influence of Wang Qian and Li Kun's remarks, when Zhang Zian drove, he was always looking to the sides of the road and subconsciously searching for the sewer. However, it was obvious that there would be no sewer in the city unless it was a trench for construction.

The pet shop in the Dongcheng District was close to the sea and, because it was during work hours, there were no vehicles on the road. It almost felt like you could smell the sea breeze the moment you stepped outside.

Zhang Zian found a place to park, and when he got out of the car, the sea breeze messed up his carefully combed hairstyle.

The beach he came to had the shortest straight line distance from the pet shop. He felt that, if the marine creatures were attracted to Sihwa just like a magnet, they would most likely gather around there.

The beach had a rugged terrain. There were very few sandy beaches and all of them were rough in quality. There were quite a number of reefs, however, so they weren't a tourist destination. On usual days, very few foreigners came to the beach he was at, and it was also not tourist season. So at the most, only a few locals living nearby would come to the beach to walk their dog or to take a walk themselves. He made a mental note to be careful to not step on any dog waste.

Bringing along the underwater speaker, Zian crossed over the sea wall and walked towards the seashore that was covered with reef rocks.

Splash!

Getting closer to the seashore, the sounds of the surging sea waves filled his ears.

The horizon was grayish in color where the sky met the sea and the sea met the sky. The sky and sea were of one color, making it almost impossible to differentiate between the two.

There were no fishing boats as far as the eye could see.

For quite some time, there weren't any fish in the vicinity of the seashore because all of them had already been caught––unless it was a man-made fish farm. Fishermen would not waste their time at the seashore; the moment they left port, they would drive their boat straight out to the deeper sea.

The off-season for fishing begun the first of May, so fishermen were making use of the last month they had to make some more money.

There was no one on the seacoast, but there were the occasional vehicles driving along the seawall. People were either in school, in work, or sleeping in.

When crossing over a pool of water, Zhang Zian's eyelids jumped. A red light shot itself to the corner of his eyes, like something was just illuminated by the sunlight.

With his experience on the beach of Germany, he immediately stopped and walked closer to the pool of water.

There were more than a dozen small fish swimming in the pool of water and they had neat, conspicuous orange, red, white, and black stripes on their body. The black stripes especially almost looked like they had been drawn on with a marker. He recognized them at a glance––they were Clownfish.

Clownfish were small and could be raised in small fish tanks. They were also not picky about bait and were easy to raise. They were the introduction fish for many saltwater tank hobbyists, starting from Clownfish as their first step into the bottomless pit of saltwater fish.

Generally, Clownfish were cheap, as they were practice fish and could be easily purchased in any aquarium or fish market.

However, Clownfish also had a variety of types: the most common and popular Clownfish in the country was the Percula Clownfish. But, although the dozens of small fish in the pool of water looked really similar, they were not the Percula Clownfish.

No matter what kind of Clownfish, there would be a pure white band on their neck–– just like a scarf––and most Clownfish would have a second and third band on their body and tail. Only a small number of Clownfish would have the white band just on their neck.

The difference between the Clownfish in the pool of water and the Percula Clownfish was that their second white band had a larger, sharp triangle that extended out in the direction of its head.

Zhang Zian recalled that the ones in front of him were not a common Clownfish species; instead, they were a relatively rare variant.

Since he had seen them, he couldn't just let them go––corruption and wastage were very heinous crimes!

He looked around to see that there was no one around before he ran back to his Wuling Hong Guang MPV.