“This amount of oil needs to be transferred from the city, and it probably won’t be delivered to the port until tomorrow. Can you afford to wait?” Lu Yunshen gave Yang Yanzhou a wink.

Lin Ziyan glanced at him, wondering why he said that.

The amount the captain requested should be sufficient at Yanzhou Shipyard.

The captain covered his face with his hands, turned to look at the people on the ship, and shook his head.

He should have expected this; how could such a rudimentary port in China possibly have so much heavy oil?

"Our seafood can't wait that long..." the captain muttered to himself.

Yang Yanzhou swallowed hard. It turned out that Brother Shen wanted to take advantage of the situation, and he almost ruined things just now.

Lu Yunshen: "Why not just sell it where it is..."

He said it seemingly unintentionally.

The captain's expression was complicated, and he looked unwilling.

Sell ​​it? That's easier said than done.

China is not their target market at all; they can't sell it at a good price, it's a fire sale.

So, by all accounts, their voyage was a waste of effort, and they even lost money on fuel.

“If we don’t sell them locally, they’ll all rot by the time we get to them, and we’ll lose even more money,” Yang Yanzhou chimed in.

Lin Ziyan remained silent, allowing Lu Yunshen to negotiate with the captain.

The captain didn't even glance at her, clearly assuming she couldn't speak English.

The captain was still hesitating. He turned around, got back on the ship, whispered to the crew for a while, and then got back off.

"Sir, can you help us find a buyer?" The captain's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Lin Ziyan could see his dilemma. If they had heavy oil, they could sail the ship to Country A and sell it there instead of selling it at a low price.