He was once the King of the Reefs in these waters. To raise his son, he sold his fishing boat and fishing rods, spending twenty years in the city living like a coward. At fifty-two, he was driven out of his home with nothing to his name, forcing him to return to his fishing village. Armed with nothing but an old worm-eaten bamboo pole, a pair of bare feet, and a reef, he starts from scratch, relying on his true skills to make a living amid the raging waves of the icy sea. He trains dozens of apprentices, establishes a cooperative, defeats the local fishing tyrants, and earns recognition as a provincial-level inheritor of intangible cultural heritage.