Sea Spring Port.
A multitude of cargo ships and fishing boats dock at the pier.
Some are in the style of ancient sailboats, while others are already covered in steel, with massive steam smokestacks continuously spewing black smoke.
The sound of whistles, the shouts of dock workers, and the cries of various vendors mingle together, forming a bustling and lively scene.
Qi Lao is the port's tax officer, a man with a full belly and shining bald head. At this moment, he sees from afar another old-fashioned sailboat approaching on the sea, and his spirits lift.
The Sea Mysterious slowly docks at the shore, as a young man in a short shirt and a crew cut steps off.
"Who's the captain? Come over here for taxes!"
Qi Lao rubs his fingers together: "And there's the docking fee, according to your ship's tonnage, one yuan per ton per day, calculated as a full day even if it's less..."
"Ship? What ship?"
Zhong Shenxiu elegantly waves his hand behind him.
