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Chapter 1: The Port that Creates the History of Zào

September 16, 2012. Y City, coastal area of Guangdong Province.

The salty and wet sea breeze swept through the port area like a blower, a greasy and mottled crane stood like a guard by the dock, and all kinds of freight locomotives flowed in the various warehouse areas.

Some of the dock districts, which are still expanding, are still busy, with the hissing of welding arcs, the heavy pounding of metal, the tremor of ship motors entering and leaving the port, the whistle rising to the sky, and all kinds of quarrels and noises echoing around the docks this weekend.

"Workers, you have to believe that the relevant departments will handle this matter well, and your hard work will be respected. The government will not sit idly by and ......"

Shouts of difficulty echoed through the noisy crowd, and the figure of the head of the crowd blocked the short figure holding a megaphone in the distance.

Su Zining squeezed out of the crowd, glanced at the vigilant policemen around him, took out a cigarette, and continued to look at the port area boredly.

In the distance, several groups of people waving bright small flags are walking towards the other end of the port area, and it seems that another wave of tourists who have been delayed in their trips are planning to transfer to temporary chartered ships at the cargo port.

For the city of Y, the small islands off the coast are also the main part of the city's economic development, although there are more complaints every year than the garbage in the port. Now, this group of tourists will inevitably enjoy a wonderful scene of migrant workers bargaining for wages.

In Su Zining's view, this is just another ordinary incident of private logistics enterprises in the port area defaulting on the wages of migrant workers, but the difference is that this time more than 100 dock workers crowded the wharf to make trouble, trying to prevent the normal work of other port workers to attract the attention of the government.

Forklifts, trucks, and even lifting cranes, these temporary terminal workers almost think of something that can interfere with the normal work of the port, blocking the normally busiest part of the port area. There were more and more people around, and many employees belonging to other freight companies were watching with sympathy.

Dozens of policemen, riot police, and workers of the Labor Inspection Brigade tried to persuade the more than 100 men who had been tanned. Several 120 ambulances were parked on the periphery, and seven or eight paramedics were whispering.

The poor business owner didn't dare to come out at this time, only Su Zining's boss, the deputy director of the labor inspection center, was shouting hoarsely.

As an assistant investigator of the Labor Inspection Brigade, today is Su Zining's last day of duty. Tomorrow, Monday, he plans to submit an application for leave without pay to the bureau. Faced with this layer of unchanged work, Su Zining finally thought that he had reached the point where he could not bear it anymore.

Su Zining hasn't thought about what to do after leaving his job, maybe he is doing his own foreign language profession, going to be a corporate translator, or maybe it is a small business that is doomed to fail more than the success rate.

A few minutes passed, and the surging crowd shook. Su Zining turned his head and found that his boss had disappeared without knowing when, and a tall and strong man with a bald head took the place, holding a sign asking for wages in his hand and shouting, and the migrant workers around him shouted in unison.

Not far away, several men and women in suits and leather shoes were being crowded by the crowd, one of them was a black man, and several Chinese men and women were clustered next to him. It seems that some kind of imported product is being inspected and handed over at the port, and it turns out that it is unlucky to meet a dock worker to ask for wages.

Dropping the cigarette butt, Su Zining took one last look at the blue outside the port, and squeezed into the crowd again, looking for his boss in all kinds of sweat and pushing.

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"Hehe, I'm sorry!"

Yan Xiaosong carefully let the beautiful woman in a cool suit next to him lean against the railing of the boarding area. Continuing to hold a simple drawing board, facing the distant seascape, the pencil quickly slid lines across the paper, outlining the beauty he understood in a very simple way.

As a professional advertising designer, Yan Xiaosong has a talent for painting, even if he has never received a real education in the art system.

He loves to travel, and almost every year at this time of year, he spends a few days wandering alone in an unexpected tourist attraction, and whenever he returns, he always brings back a large number of sketches from the area.

This time, he chose a second-rate coastal tourist destination in the south, a small coastal island in Y City.

There were complaints from female tourists and shouts from male tourists. Yan Xiaosong was happy again, and hurriedly used lines to draw these expressions on the paper with abstract lines.

Extremely exaggerated curvaceous women and explosive muscular men appear in the pen, and the tourists in the real eyes are venting their dissatisfaction with the delay of the travel agency in Yan Xiaosong's pen with another humorous image.

On the other side of the line, the chaotic crowd of people in the cargo port area came into view. Signs begging for wages, nervous police, onlookers dock workers, and dock work vehicles detouring.

After thinking about it, I still pulled a new piece of paper, hesitating how to express this helpless real life.

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A maritime anti-smuggling ship belonging to the provincial customs is cruising outside the port at a speed of twelve knots. More than a dozen customs smuggling officers in red life jackets leaned on the side of the ship, staring intently at the chaotic port area a few hundred meters away.

It is said that the Maritime Anti-Smuggling Unit has a heavy operation today, targeting a certain bulk carrier from another province that is about to leave the port. The contents of the operation were highly secrecy, and it was reported that domestic smugglers were about to use a certain bulk carrier to smuggle a batch of extremely valuable materials out of the country.

"The wind is getting stronger, so everyone should be safe." The ship's loudspeaker sounded the low order of Zheng Quan, the captain of the anti-smuggling ship, "The target is making pre-port preparations." The crew on the port side was in place, paying attention to the observation, and waiting for the command command. ”

One by one, his subordinates walked to the standby post, and Zheng Quan raised the telescope and once again closely observed any movement of the target.

In a corner of his sight, the surging crowd in a certain area of the wharf had begun to shake violently, and it seemed that the migrant workers who were begging for wages had reached the point of uncontrollable zhì.

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The wind has risen a lot before you know it, and even the calm berthing area in the port area has begun to rise and fall. The wind was stronger, and the sunny sky instantly darkened, and the garbage at the port and the canvas covering the containers were all rolled.

The inexplicable wind force that almost exceeded level eight caused panic to appear in all corners of the dock area, and the chaotic crowd begging for wages seemed to be covered by something heavy.

"Typhoon?!"

A word came to the minds of everyone at the dock almost at the same time.

There was no weather warning, not even warning, and a strong wind howled in gusts of force. Even the sea-surface berthing area in the port area was flooded with large waves, and the ships docked made a squeak similar to the squeaking of squeezed metal. It seemed that something was boiling at the bottom of the entire harbor, and the sea seemed to be ready to move before it boiled.

"The port area will be combed up immediately, pay attention to safety!" The police's loudspeakers finally sounded at this time, and countless crowds of people began to run around the port area, and even those docks and warehouses kept running out of people.

With a stumble, Su Zining almost fell to the ground, and the cigarette he had not had time to light was crushed. The twenty-seven-year-old man quickly adjusted his center of gravity, retreated by the way, and leaned against the wall of a warehouse.

Less than ten meters away, Su Zining saw the black man again, who had now been knocked to the ground by the crowd running around, and a Chinese woman in a professional skirt was busy helping him. But alas, this woman with outstanding figure was also knocked to the ground by the dock workers who were constantly crowding.

Laughing helplessly, Su Zining had no choice but to walk towards the black man who fell to the ground. On the other side, a few meters away, a young man with a sketchpad in his hand was also staggering over, as if he was also about to lend a hand.

At the moment when both of them stretched out their hands at the same time, the color of the sky changed drastically. The faint blue lightning threads shrouded the port area like a huge power grid, and a strong whirlwind enveloped everyone.

Zheng Quan, the anti-smuggling captain of the customs, grabbed the railing of the ship's side and pressed his body as low as possible. The strong wind had already blown away his large-brimmed hat, and the waves of water rolled in his face, making it difficult to breathe. Only the sound of the wind whistling in the ears and the blue arc of light imprinted on the retina, but other than that, the body has lost all other sense.

Eventually, there was a low, strange sound like a cow's cry throughout the port, and the people in the blue light seemed to feel as if the ground and the sea were being tossed up at the same time, and everything in front of them turned upside down and spun......

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At 11 a.m. on September 16, 2012, a bizarre typhoon and thunderstorm made landfall in the port area of Y City, and then stopped immediately after the thunderstorm.

The coast was bitten by some beast, and almost a tenth of the port area was destroyed by typhoons and thunderstorms, along with a few moored and passing ships, leaving only a huge bowl with its earth and rocks stripped of it.

Later, more than four port land areas in the terminal warehouse area were stripped and disappeared, and five ships and more than 500 people were missing.

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On the other side of history, September 16, 1620 A.D. Plymouth Harbour, England.

On the filthy docks, hundreds of men and women in rudimentary costumes, each with even more modest luggage, stood in front of a sailboat.

"May God bless us and give us new hope for life and faith in overcoming suffering...... Amen. ”

Priest Brest finished reading and was the first to step on the board. Behind him are 101 passengers who will leave their homes and be forced to migrate to thenewworld.

The sails were raised, the sailors were clinging to the masts, shouting all sorts of commands, and the passengers bowed their heads, clenched their hands into fists in front of their chests, and whispered prayers.

Galen-type sailing ship with a displacement of 180 tons, the name of the ship "Mayflower".

There were 102 passengers, of whom 35 were Puritans, the rest were artisans, fishermen, poor peasants, and 14 bankrupt indentured slaves.

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