Chapter 206: Building a Floating Platform (Let

The blue beacon block is made of leather, not inflatable, and has excellent toughness, sufficient to remain afloat on the water.

He sat down on it heavily, his feet still over twenty centimeters above the sea surface.

Qin Yun worked while speaking: "I'm simulating a castaway; besides that can of Red Bull I just mentioned, I have a survival knife, two Snickers bars, a watch, and a flashlight."

He checked the time: "It's currently 9: 0 a. . local time; half an hour has passed since the crash and I fell into the water."

Due to lack of support, Qin Yun's shelter is simple: he laid the umbrella fabric flat over the beacon block, cut one umbrella cord into four segments, and secured the fabric at four points on the beacon.

Though it looks loose and saggy, a person can easily crawl inside; the sensation isn't comfortable, but it's better than being exposed to the sun.

"If I had four sturdy sticks, my shelter would be much more comfortable," Qin Yun said, crawling out and smiling. "Then the sun protection problem is solved, my body won't be soaked in seawater, and the risk of skin breakdown disappears."

He pulled the Red Bull from his waist pouch: "The Indian Ocean has many sunny days and few rainy ones in March; waiting for rain is clearly unreliable, so I must actively collect water—using this Red Bull bottle to make a simple distillation device."

"Damn, how the hell do you make one with just this bottle?"

"Even a clever housewife can't cook without rice—Jin Ye, are you joking?"

"This environment is too harsh."

"666!"

Qin Yun looked at the drone and smiled: "It's actually simple. The core principle is using seawater evaporation—water vapor turns into freshwater, then collected for drinking. There's plenty of seawater, and the main resource is the sun overhead. You'll see how I build it—it's not hard."

He twisted open the cap, gulped down all the Red Bull, satisfying his thirst momentarily but making his mouth even drier.

"I don't need this label, so I'll tear it off to ensure light transmission. Then I use the knife tip to poke a circle of small holes here on the bottle body—but don't pierce through, just semi-permeable."

"Then I fill it halfway with seawater, leaving enough space for vapor. I invert the bottle and tilt it, mouth downward; the notch on this beacon block perfectly holds the angle. I place a small piece of umbrella fabric underneath so the lowest point of the neck becomes the condensation collection point."

Qin Yun shifted aside, angling the camera at the Red Bull bottle: "Under direct sunlight, the water inside evaporates quickly. The vapor rises, hits the cool bottle wall, condenses into droplets, runs down the wall into the umbrella fabric, and then I can drink it."

Watching Qin Yun's actions, the livestream viewers could only scream "666!" nonstop.

"Damn, it looks simple, but you need basic physics knowledge first—did you viewers get it?"

"Hahaha, I got it, but if I tried to do it myself, I'd probably fail."

"Qin Ye's survival skills are insane."

Then Qin Yun slipped back into the water, pulled out a Snickers bar, and ate it.

"Luckily, before I got stranded, I had two Snickers bars on me—I don't have to worry too much about hunger today. Now I just need to wait quietly, since distillation is slow; I'll probably collect no more than 300ml of drinking water per day, barely enough to meet my body's basic needs."

"Also, I must warn everyone: no matter how thirsty you are, never drink seawater. Many know not to, but don't know why. Seawater has three times the salt concentration of human body fluids; drinking it accelerates dehydration and causes kidney failure, killing you faster."

Qin Yun gave this explanation, then suddenly saw a comment pop up: "Qin Ye, look behind you—something's swimming."

He turned his head, following the drone's lens, and saw a silver figure darting swiftly across the sea surface not far away.

"Don't panic," Qin Yun smiled. "It's a wahoo, also called a swordfish—common in these waters, non-aggressive, and its meat is edible."

Qin Yun ordered the drone upward, zooming in; sure enough, a fish over a meter long glided beneath the surface, its scales glittering in the sunlight. The fish was flat-bodied, with a large head and small tail.

"Wahoo are fast—top sprinters of the ocean, capable of burst speeds up to 90 km/h. I can't catch one unless it decides to swim straight into me."

Qin Yun's tone carried a hint of relief: "If wahoo are here, there must be other fish nearby—I won't starve."

Unconsciously, the sun reached its zenith, the temperature rose further, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. One Snickers and one Red Bull had filled his stomach, but he had to plan for food tomorrow and the day after.

All morning, he had harvested freshwater from the umbrella fabric repeatedly; now, the seawater in the Red Bull bottle had just been replaced.

Sitting on the beacon block, he picked up two umbrella cords and a piece of fabric to make a simple fishing net: "No professional net? Use umbrella fabric and cords instead. The fabric is tough and won't tear easily—I cut it into small pieces, weave them into a net pouch with the cords, tie one cord to the pouch, and throw it into the sea to catch plankton or small fish and shrimp."

His movements were skilled; in under half an hour, he finished a simple net pouch, its mesh size just right to trap thumb-sized fish.

"With wahoo around, I can roughly infer other fish nearby—like mullet and sardines—all edible. I hope my luck holds up; maybe tonight I can improve my meal."

He tossed the net pouch into the sea, holding one end of the cord, waiting patiently.

"Fishing can't be rushed—you wait slowly, let the small fish swim into the net, then yank it up sharply. Move too fast, and you scare them off."

"Qin Ye, are you sure this net will work?"

"Hope no shark shows up instead of sardines."

"Hahaha, good luck never works, bad luck always does—it's foolproof with Qin Ye."

Seeing these comments, Qin Yun looked utterly speechless.

"Don't go too far—I'm already stranded, and now you're hoping I get attacked by a shark? Sure, sharks rarely attack humans, but better safe than sorry—wish me luck instead."

After about ten minutes, Qin Yun felt a slight tug on the cord. His eyes lit up—he yanked hard, hauling the net up from the water, revealing two sardines the size of fingers and a dense mass of transparent plankton.

"Haha, not bad harvest—even if it won't fill my teeth," Qin Yun smiled. "But these sardines, though small, have tender flesh rich in protein and electrolytes. I've been in seawater for long, soaked and sunbathed—my electrolytes are already destabilizing, so replenishing them daily is essential."

He held the net up to the camera, pointing at the plankton: "These plankton are edible too—taste isn't great, but they supply energy. Let's try some."

He laid the net flat on the beacon block, removed the sardines and plankton, rinsed them with seawater, then used his survival knife to carefully remove each fish's internal organs.

"Fish can be eaten raw, but you must remove the organs—they contain toxins. If you don't clean them properly, you'll get diarrhea. Remember, we're at sea—if I get diarrhea, I'm basically doomed."

As he worked, he explained these principles.

"If you catch a fish at sea and aren't sure if it's safe, check its color—if it's bright, spiky, or oddly shaped, don't eat it. Even if edible, it requires special preparation—like stonefish or pufferfish."

"But sardines like this—plain color, small size—are safe. Just remove the organs and gills, and you can eat them without worry."

Soon, he finished cleaning the two sardines and placed them before the camera.

"If possible, cooked is better—raw fish may carry bacteria, and the taste isn't as good."

Without hesitation, he bit into one sardine, chewed twice expressionlessly, and said to the camera: "A bit fishy, but tolerable—if you ignore the taste, it's actually not bad."

"But eating raw has its advantage—it preserves nutrients maximally."

Some viewers found it disgusting, others didn't mind; some coastal viewers even thought it looked delicious.

"Qin Ye just needs some seasoning—if he had sauce, it'd taste great."

"Ugh, looks awful, but given his situation, having food is already good enough."

"Qin Ye 666, but these two sardines won't even whet your appetite—you need to catch bigger ones."

"When's the shark coming?"

After eating the two sardines, Qin Yun looked at the dense mass of plankton—transparent algae, even some tiny insects—too small to matter.

He didn't eat them, then shook the net, letting the plankton fall back into the sea.

"I have standards for food."

Qin Yun said this, then tossed the net back into the water—only for a sudden, massive force to yank the cord from his grip.

"Shit!"

Qin Yun was startled—the net instantly sank into the water and vanished in a blink.

"What the hell?"

"What did Qin just run into?"

"I thought I saw a big shadow?"

"Could a shark have gotten close?"

Qin Yun shook his head, face grim, voice serious: "Not a shark—but the force was sudden and huge; I didn't even react before it slipped from my hand."

At that moment, a giant fish leapt from the distant sea surface, the net instantly flung off its body.

"Crack—!"

It plunged back into the water and vanished instantly.

"Tuna," Qin Yun said, disappointed. "It was a yellowfin tuna—about 1. meters long. If I'd caught it, I wouldn't worry about food for days. What a shame."

He dove into the water, swimming fast toward the net. In this short time, the net had drifted over fifty meters—proof of the tuna's incredible speed.

Retrieving the net, Qin Yun exhaled: "Luck's still with me—if I'd lost the net, I'd have to catch snacks by hand."

When busy, time passes quickly.

Before he knew it, evening arrived.

As darkness fell, visibility over the sea plummeted; the deep ocean at night carried an invisible dread—someone with weak mental resilience might not endure it.

But Qin Yun felt nothing.

When the sun fully sank, he pulled out his flashlight—but with no place to hang it, it wasn't viewer-friendly.

Qin Yun streamed until around 7: 0 p. ., then ended the broadcast.

He checked today's earnings—the number stunned him. Domestic Douyin earnings reached 120, 00 yuan; three overseas platforms totaled 90, 00 U. . dollars. In one day, total earnings hit over 7. million yuan—absolutely insane.

"Damn, I hit the jackpot, fuck!"

He cursed, marveling at the power of U. . dollars—if he earned like this every day, nine days would net him over 70 million—holy shit, ridiculous!

One livestream earned more than an ordinary listed company's annual profit.

Is that a lot? Yes—but compared to top Chinese livestream sellers, it's nothing. He doesn't stream daily; after one session, he might rest for ten days or half a month.

So overall, his annual income still falls short of those top sales streamers.