Under the night sky, Berth Pier at Dinghai Port was calm and peaceful.
Xu Chuanyin clasped his hands behind his back, gazing out at the vast sea, his brow furrowed in worry.
Dozens of ship owners surrounded him, chattering, and one urgently addressed Xu Chuanyin's back: "Lord Xu, when will Dinghai Port open? Didn't the Anti-Japanese Army flee to avoid the Ministry of War's document?"
Xu Chuanyin furrowed his brow and said nothing. Tonight, with few stars, the ocean was unobstructed, and indeed the shadows of the five Fuchuan ships were nowhere to be seen.
A ship owner sighed: "The trade wind is about to arrive, which is the best time to head to the Southern Ocean. Delaying a day means countless silver gone."
Xu Chuanyin said in a deep voice: "What's the rush, waiting a few days won't kill you."
