As the sun in the east gradually rises from the sea, the scenery on the sea becomes exceptionally beautiful.
But the people on the yacht, their mood was not so beautiful.
Xiaohe was shouting, "Old Chang, can't we go any further?"
Old Chang, a rather refined-looking middle-aged man with glasses, smiled bitterly and said, "Really can't. Your ship could go a bit further, but ours is a fishing boat, and we're about at our limit here. Going further might cause conflicts."
Xiaohe slammed the table, "Alright, you guys stop here, we'll continue.
Old Chang looked at the others on the yacht, showing a pleading expression, but after looking around, he saw only indifferent people. He finally sighed, "Originally, if it was just us old folks, it didn't matter, but before we set out, a group of students from a school organized a team and contacted us, insisting on joining."
