Damn it, shouldn't the leader have given a shout before they ran? That's too polite.
A group of people hid far away, watching the raging winds at sea. The owner of the unloading ship was already crying and beating his chest, "My ship, my cargo!"
His ship, which was still unloading cargo, was rocking back and forth in the waves. A lot of the cargo had fallen into the sea before it could be unloaded. The only good thing was that there was no one on board. Otherwise, if someone had fallen into the sea, it would have been easy to retrieve them later.
Uncle Chen squeezed through and patted Ye Cheng gratefully, "Thank you. If you hadn't reminded me, things might have been very difficult for my people."
The other loading and unloading team members also thanked them one by one.
Before Ye Cheng could react, Ye Guowei was already incredibly embarrassed, waving his hands repeatedly.
"Uncle Chen, it's not that bad. You're experienced; you would have come down if you had seen something was wrong."
Ye Cheng replied, not taking all the credit. To put it bluntly, unloading cargo at the dock was still safe; if they saw anything amiss, they would have run away.
As for whether there are any unlucky people, that's another matter.
This world may lack surprises, but it is never short of unexpected events.
The sky was completely dark, and the waves were getting bigger and bigger, crashing against the dock like madmen.
The wind howled and the rain poured down.
The lingering fear of surviving such an ordeal left everyone speechless.
"Second brother, look, isn't there a ship over there?" a villager suddenly shouted, pointing at the sea.
A bright light suddenly appeared on the surging sea in the distance. A fishing boat was lifted into the air by the waves and then crashed down.
It disappeared into the sea in an instant, and then was suddenly lifted up from below the water, like a lonely leaf in the sea, helpless and alone.
Everyone looked grave; they all knew the ship was in danger.
This kind of lifting and dropping causes great damage to the hull, and there is always a risk of the ship breaking apart.
In such stormy conditions, if the ship breaks apart, unless a god descends to earth, no one can save it, and no one knows where the ship came from.
"No, that looks like Old Duan's boat. I recognize the bow of his boat," Uncle Zhao from the village suddenly exclaimed.
"The Duan family? No way!"
"Yeah, he hasn't come back yet. Could it really be him?"
"Old Duan, sigh."
"You should have come back sooner."
"My father, my son!" A pitiful cry came from the crowd, and a prankster woman fainted.
"Aunt Duan, Aunt Duan!" Everyone hurriedly carried the person out. This was Duan Yong's mother. She must have been unable to bear seeing her husband and son still on the boat.
Ye Cheng frowned deeply. Save someone?
You're overthinking it. In this situation, forget about saving anyone; you'd be dead if you even got close to the beach.
We can only leave it to fate.
Although Duan Yong and he didn't get along, it wasn't easy to just watch them die.
"The dark clouds have dispersed, the dark clouds have dispersed."
"It's really over, there's hope! My God, God has opened his eyes!"
In the distance, the thick dark clouds finally weakened, and a beam of light shone through them, shining brightly in the darkness.
This is not only sunshine, but also the hope of life.
Ye Cheng looked at the sky; he didn't know much about the weather.
"Uncle Zhao, how long will it take for these dark clouds to clear?"
Uncle Zhao is a professional fisherman in the village, with a wealth of experience.
"Second brother, these dark clouds came quickly, and they'll probably dissipate quickly too, but even if they do, it'll still take at least 20 minutes. We don't know if Lao Duan and the others can hold out until then," Uncle Zhao said in a deep voice.
"20 minutes?"
Ye Cheng had no hope for this time; in this environment, he would be lucky to survive even one more minute.
However, it seemed as if the heavens were having an epileptic fit; it came quickly and went just as fast. Soon, most of the dark clouds dispersed, the waves at sea subsided, and people on the dock gradually came out of their houses.
Old Duan's fishing boat was running at full speed, and at least it was able to move forward.
"Damn, the Duan family must have paid homage to their ancestors before leaving home, they survived such a disaster."
"It was thanks to the sea god's protection, otherwise they would have been doomed."
"This time, I must go and fulfill my vow to the sea god. It's truly a miracle."
"But judging from their appearance, their ship is probably going to be scrapped."
"We're returning the boat; we should be thankful that people are alive."
Regardless of who's blessing them, the Duan family is finally saved.
Five minutes later, the Duan family's fishing boat finally swayed and rocked its way to the shore in the waves. Everyone quickly gathered around and dragged Old Duan and Duan Yong off the boat.
They couldn't hold on any longer; their legs were weak. The previous wave had exhausted all their strength.
Just as it was being pulled out, another huge wave crashed onto the fishing boat.
The Duan family's boat finally gave way, letting out a terrible creak as it broke in two and was swept away by the waves. Where it would sink depended on the waves.
Everyone was horrified by the terrifying scene before them.
Old Duan and Duan Yong watched helplessly as their boat was swallowed by the sea, and they sat down on the ground and cried, heartbroken.
"Old Duan, not bad, he's still alive."
"Yes, as long as they're alive, that's all that matters."
"If you had been any later, you would have been dead. What were you thinking about the boat for?"
"Your wife just fainted from crying. You're lucky you're both alive."
The people around them started offering words of comfort.
Over there, Duan Yong's mother, hearing that her husband and son had reached the shore, pushed through the crowd and rushed over like a madwoman. She threw herself at Old Duan, cried for a while, and then began to curse.
"I told you to go back, didn't I? You're asking for trouble, aren't you? You'd rather have money than your life?"
Old Duan looked terrified and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Yong said not to believe Ye Cheng, but I felt it wasn't safe, so I rushed back anyway. I didn't expect to be a little too late."
But the boat is gone.
Old Duan looked at the sea with a bitter expression. The boat that had been with him for so many years was gone just like that. Putting aside the money, he couldn't bear the emotional pain.
Fishermen's boats and farmers' cattle are their very lifeblood.
Hearing that Duan Yong was preventing them from returning, everyone looked at Duan Yong, whose face turned red and who lowered his head with a look of regret.
Duan Yong's mother glanced at her son, and in anger, she hit him twice to vent her anger. However, since he was her son, she didn't kill him.
At least she's still alive, otherwise she feels she wouldn't be able to go on living.
"Second brother, we owe you a lot this time. If it weren't for your reminder, at least half of us would probably be dead." Uncle Zhao said sincerely, leading the way in thanking Ye Cheng.
"Yeah, to be honest, I didn't want to come back either, just like Duan Yong. But I still went for insurance, otherwise, sigh, just thinking about it makes me scared."
"That's right, Aunt Duan, don't blame Xiaoyong. We're all pretty much the same. Who would have thought that the second son would be so successful now, knowing such powerful people?"
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