"Old Wang, what's all this big fuss about today?"
Faced with his companion's question, Old Wang, as the captain of the fishing boat, naturally knew more than him.
Just as Old Wang was about to speak, a convoy of luxury cars sped up at the dock. Old Wang pointed at the convoy and said,
Do you know whose convoy this is?
Upon hearing this, the person who asked the question, though unaware of the car's price, could still discern what the license plate, filled with only 1s, meant...
"I've been drifting at sea with you all year round, how would I know whose convoy this is...!"
Seeing him speak so confidently, Old Wang immediately looked at him with envy and said,
"Read more newspapers from now on...!"
"The owner of the convoy is Mo Ran, the chairman of the Mo Group in Hong Kong!"
"The dock we're currently at belongs to someone else!"
Upon hearing Old Wang's words, the man's face immediately showed a look of shock, and he said...
"Are there really such wealthy people in Hong Kong?"
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you say that you didn't pay any fees to the dock where you moored your fishing boats?"
"I've been a fisherman my whole life, but I've never heard of fishing boats not having to pay to dock!"
Upon hearing this, Old Wang's envious eyes revealed a hint of a smile as he said...
"really,"
"This Mr. Mo is truly one of the few people who has made money and still takes care of us ordinary folks."
"After Mr. Mo bought this place, no more thugs came to collect protection money...!"
Their conversation was carried away by the sea breeze as the fishing boat set off!
But if Mo Ran's body, which had sunk into the sea, heard these words... I wonder what they would think!
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