Jinshazui was extremely lively, usually the exports or imported goods have to pass through here. So stowaway and drug trafficking often happen from time to time, and the police usually comes here.
"Why don't you go to the sea today, Rong?" A man stood on his ship talking to his neighbor.
The generations of fishing has made their days.
"There's a lot of waves today, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come back if I go to sea!" There was a smile on the face of the man called Rong. Although he was worn out in his dress, the person showed a positive attitude of loving life.
"Ha ha, who are we fishermen afraid of?" The man laughed and looked far away.
Not far away, two men in suits came. Men in such clothes never come to such a place.
Xi Moxiao and the driver got out of the car, and they were a little out of place with the scene. Now Xi Moxiao was looking for something, apparently he didn’t find it.