The sun sets westward, and the spring sunshine shines on a port in Shanghai.

The mountains of containers are neatly arranged on the dock, reflecting rays of light.

Huge ships of ten thousand tons, or even hundreds of thousands of tons, are crowded in the port, waiting to set sail.

Wang Luo is a crew member, former crew member, who has been unemployed for two years and now makes a living by delivering food.

However, he still yearned for the sea. Although the life of the crew was actually very boring, he could not access the Internet as he pleased. He could only access the Internet by harbor or when the satellite signal was good.

But he still liked the job, and he enjoyed the fun of climbing up step by step, from third to second to first.

He hopes that one day he can become a captain and finally have a ship that belongs entirely to himself, and take his brothers to swim in the sea, just like the Age of Discovery, this is the romance of men.

He was already very close to this day, and he had enough qualifications. He was taking the captain's certificate and had passed the exam, but no owner would ask him to board the boat.

Today, when he was delivering food, he rode an electric donkey to the port pier, looking at the mountains of goods and the crowded ships, with a look of hope in his eyes.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his thirties and with a frosty face walked up to him and asked, "Young man, do you want to get on the boat?"

"Of course I thought about it. I have been a crew member for more than 7 years. I am about to be qualified as a captain. Unfortunately,

The era of vitality begins, sirens are growing, turmoil everywhere, and sea transportation is declining, and there are too few opportunities." Wang Luo shook his head and sighed, pointing at the rows of giant ships in the distance.

"Yes, these giant ships would rather shrink into the port and get moldy than go to the sea to swim. In the past, humans regarded the sea as a place of conquest, but now they regard it as a fear of the way." The middle-aged man sighed.

"There is no way, no wonder they are. You know, even a powerful warship is helpless in the face of the strange and unpredictable sirens." Wang Luo looked very conscious. It seemed that although he left his sailing post, he was still very concerned about the shipping situation.

"It's helpless? It doesn't seem to be all right?" The middle-aged man seemed to be defending him.

"This is a bit casual. Yes, all naval powers are changing the configuration of warships early. In addition to conventional weapons, it has become a requirement for cultivators to board the ship. But how high is the labor cost of cultivators?" Wang Luo continued to sigh, "One person can take a mission, and a person costs 300,000 US dollars in two or three days. How can ordinary merchant ships afford it? Transporting a cargo can be as short as ten days or as long as one month. The profit is not enough to pay the wages of cultivators... It is better for cultivators. Like us crew members, the salary is not much, and a captain of a big ship can only earn 300,000 to 50,000 yuan per month."

"Haha, you have to know how difficult it is for a cultivator to practice. It requires qualifications, resources, and training, which is much longer than the training cycle of a captain." The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "But recently a kind of "Nine-Turn Golden Elixir Art" circulated online, which does not require qualifications, but requires hard work. Have you practiced?"

When Wang Luo heard this, he was about to answer, but suddenly hesitated. He shook his head and said, "Oh, the kind of big guy on the Internet should not have the value of cultivation, right? I have not wasted my time, let's see what others have made first."

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled when he heard this, and did not ask anything.

Wang Luo felt guilty and now used the verbal tribute to conceal himself: "Now there is a naval escort, but the navy's dispatch costs are higher. It can only escort a large number of sea ships, transport shortages and strategic materials. The current maritime trade model is to assemble large quantities of sea ships at one time and then concentrate on escorts for transactions, which can barely maintain the appearance of trade."

"Haha, it seems you understand it very much. That's right, in the past, one or two boats or even ten boats, the model of sailing and trade could not be maintained. When entering the sea, sheep entered the mouth of a tiger and meat buns beat dogs." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Isn't it? I remember that during World War II, when German sea wolves tactics were raging, the Allied maritime military funds transported in centralized batches, centralized escorts, and the number of transportations was reduced to reduce the probability of encountering wolves. However, this is too low, and many commodities are seasonal and not suitable for private sea transportation." Wang Luo, a seaman who is determined to be a captain, is obviously very familiar with the history of sea transportation.

"Yes, the young man is very accurate. If you don't use these warships and use other things to escort them, what do you think?" said the middle-aged man.

"What else? Are you talking about the hero flying around the sky? It's hard for him to care about the affairs of the sea. I've read many reports of sirens causing chaos. In an instant, a giant ship was pulled into the bottom of the sea by them. Even if the hero came in a hurry, he could only sigh." Wang Luo sighed.

"Haha, it won't happen in the future. We have enough early warning mechanism to at least delay those scattered monsters for more than 10 minutes. With this time, it's enough for the hero to come and subdue these monsters." The middle-aged man unconsciously showed his storm.

Wang Luo did not notice the other party's change in his tone and suddenly said surprise: "In this way, wouldn't it greatly reduce the security cost? Many ship owners can afford it? Can I get on the boat again?"

"Haha, young man, if this matter is successful, everyone needs to work together. Xie Dong, the leader of the Truth Office External Relations Group, I see that you have a full heaven and a clear bones. This important task of maintaining the peace of the ocean will fall on you..."

"Uh, uncle, you seem to be very familiar with your words." Wang Luo couldn't laugh and cry when he heard this.

Xie Dong coughed, took out his ID, showed it to him, and said, "Student Wang Luo, in accordance with the 35th order of the truth in China, any citizen of China has the obligation to respond to the call. Now, I officially recruit you to join the maritime security team."

Wang Luo looked straight, stood attentively, and said aloud: "Abide by the order."

"No, come with me." Xie Dong nodded and walked in front with his hands behind his back.

Wang Luo followed closely, and the electric donkey didn't want it anymore.

Xie Dong was very satisfied. Before looking for the Twelve Claws, he was recruiting people, and there was only one condition, that is, he had real feelings for the sea and a real yearning for the sea, rather than treating it as a treasure pot or a ladder to reach the sky.

This is an era of vitality, and the importance of the mind is so strong that it is beyond replenishment.

He believed that sooner or later the sea would have spirituality, and whoever is really close to it will receive great rewards.

Therefore, he did not cast a net from the truth, but instead solicited people from society.

With his ability to identify people and the conversation just now, Wang Luo already knew that the other party was a hardcore marine faction and had a special relationship with the sea, not just treating the crew as a job.

At this time, the sunset shone on the two of them, bringing out long shadows.
Chapter completed!