A Ten-Thousand-Yuan Company Buys an Ocean

Any expert opening it would see expensive but comprehensible titanium engineering. Su named it *Firefly One*. “We can’t launch it from the *White Heron*. Hanhai, maritime enforcement, and several unidentified satellites are watching you.” “Then we need our own ocean.” Two days earlier, that would have sounded insane. Lin’s seven million yuan could not buy a proper shipyard, but it could buy a disaster everyone wanted to abandon. Seventy kilometers south of Lingang lay Qingyu Marine Farm. A typhoon had destroyed its cages three years ago. Its owner collapsed, leaving forty square kilometers of sea rights, a half-sunken platform, and nineteen million in debt. The auction had failed five times. Its reserve price was now 6.4 million.