Chapter 1 The Port of Creating History

September 16, 2012. Coastal Y City, Guangdong Province.

The salty and wet sea breeze swept the port area like a blower, greasy and mottled cranes stood by the dock like guards, and various freight locomotives kept flowing in various warehouse areas.

Some of the still-expanded dock areas are still busy, with the hissing of the electric welding arc, the heavy metal knocking, the tremor of the motors of ships entering and leaving the port, the whistle that soars into the sky, and all kinds of quarrels and bustling circling on the dock this weekend.

"Comrades, you must believe that the relevant departments will handle this matter well, and your hard work will be respected. The government will not sit idly by..."

The hard shouts echoed among the noisy crowd, and the crowded figure blocked the short figure in the distance, holding a loudspeaker.

Su Zining squeezed out of the crowd, glanced at the police who were vigilant around him, took out a cigarette, and continued to look at the port area boredly.

In the distance, several groups of people holding bright small flags were walking towards the other end of the port area. It seemed that another wave of overseas tourists who had been delayed were planning to transfer to the temporary charter boat at the freight port.

For City Y, the small islands outside the sea are also the focus of the city's economic development, although there are more complaints every year than the garbage in the port. Now, this group of tourists will inevitably enjoy a wonderful play of migrant workers asking for wages at the dock.

In Su Zining's view, this is just another ordinary incident in which private logistics companies in the port area owed wages of migrant workers. However, unlike usual, more than 100 dock workers were crowded at the dock and causing trouble, attempting to prevent the normal work of other port areas workers to attract the attention of the government.

Forklifts, trucks, and even lifting cranes, these temporary workers at the terminal almost thought that everything that could interfere with the normal work of the port was blocking the work section of the busiest port area. There were more and more people around, and many employees from other freight companies were watching with sympathy.

The Labor Supervision Brigade and the police department of Y City were facing a great enemy. Dozens of police officers, riot police officers and staff of the Labor Supervision Brigade tried to persuade more than a hundred men who were darkened. Several 120 ambulances were parked on the periphery, and seven or eight medical staff were whispering.

The poor business boss didn't dare to come out at this time, and only Su Zining's boss was left, the deputy director of the Labor Supervision Center shouting at the top of his lungs.

As an assistant investigator of the Labor Supervision Brigade, today is Su Zining's last day to perform official duties. Tomorrow, Monday, he plans to submit an application for suspension of salary to the bureau. Faced with this unchanging work, Su Zining finally felt that he had reached the point where he could not bear it.

Su Zining hasn't figured out what to do after leaving the job. Maybe he is working in his foreign language major and working as a corporate translator. Maybe it is a small business with a failure rate that exceeds the success rate.

A few minutes passed, and the surging crowd shaking. Su Zining turned his head and found that his boss had disappeared at some point. A tall and strong bald man replaced that position, holding a sign asking for money in his hand and shouting, while the migrant workers around him shouted in waves.

Not far away, several men and women in suits and ties were being run by the crowd. One of them was a black man, surrounded by several Chinese men and women. It seemed that some imported product was being inspected and handed over at the port, but he was unlucky and met a dock worker for salary.

After dropping the cigarette butt, Su Zining finally looked at the blue outside the port, squeezed into the crowd, and went to find his boss in various sweat and stinking.

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"Haha, I'm sorry!"

Yan Xiaosong carefully let the beautiful woman in cool clothes beside him lean against the railing in the boarding area. He continued to hold a simple drawing board and face the sea view in the distance. The pencil quickly slid outlines the beauty he understood in a very simple way.

As a professional advertising designer, Yan Xiaosong has the talent for painting, even though he has never received a real art system education.

He likes traveling. Almost at this time of year, he will choose a tourist attraction that others will not expect to wander for a few days. Whenever he returns, he will always bring back a large number of local sketches.

This time, he chose another second-rate coastal tourist destination that is unknown in the south, a coastal island in Y City.

There were complaints from female tourists and shouts from male tourists around. Yan Xiaosong was happy again and quickly used lines to draw the expressions on paper with abstract lines.

A graceful woman with extremely exaggerated figure and an explosive muscular man appeared in the pen. The tourists in the realistic eyes vented their dissatisfaction with the travel agency's delay in their trip in Yan Xiaosong's writing in another humorous image.

On the other side of the gaze, the messy crowd in the freight port area came into view. The signs for asking for wages, the nervous police, the dock workers watching, and detoured dock work vehicles.

After thinking about it, I still pulled a new piece of paper and hesitated how to express this helpless real life.

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A maritime anti-smuggling ship affiliated to the provincial customs was swimming outside the port at a speed of 12 knots. More than a dozen customs anti-smuggling team members in red life jackets leaned on the side of the ship, staring at the chaotic port area hundreds of meters away.

It is said that the maritime anti-smuggling team had a major operation today, with the goal of a bulk cargo ship from another province that is about to leave the port. The content of the operation is highly confidential. It is said that domestic smugglers are about to use a bulk cargo ship to smuggle a batch of extremely valuable materials out of the country. For this reason, the customs anti-smuggling operation also temporarily obtained the cooperation of a fully armed armed police squad.

"The wind has increased, everyone should be careful." The tweeter on the ship rang out the low order of anti-smuggling captain Zheng Quan. "The target is making preparations in front of the port. The port side personnel are in place, pay attention to observe, and wait for the command headquarters to command."

After his subordinates walked to the standby post, Zheng Quan raised his telescope and observed any movements of the target again.

In a corner of his sight, the surging crowds of people in a certain area of ​​the dock had begun to shake significantly, as if the migrant workers were asking for wages had reached an uncontrollable level.

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The wind power increased a lot without realizing it, and even the calm port area had waves rising and falling. The wind became stronger, and the sun was shining instantly, and the garbage at the port and the canvas covering the container were rolled up.

Inexplicably, the wind that was almost above level 8 made panic appear in every corner of the dock area, and the chaotic crowd who were asking for wages seemed to be covered by something heavy, and it was as if it was instantly slowed down.

"typhoon?!"

One word appears almost at the same time in the heart of everyone at the dock.

I had never received any weather warnings, or even any warning. A strong wind whistled over and over. Even the sea-based mooring area of ​​the port area was filled with big waves, and the docking ships made a squeak of metal similar to squeeze. It seemed that something was being boiled at the bottom of the port, and the sea water was about to move before it was boiling.

"The port area is ready to go, pay attention to safety!" The police's tweeter finally rang out at this time, and countless people in every corner of the port area began to run around, and even those docks and warehouses were constantly running out.

After a staggering, Su Zining almost fell to the ground, and the cigarette he had lit was crushed before he could lit it. The 27-year-old man quickly adjusted his center of gravity, retreated, and leaned against the wall of a warehouse.

Less than ten meters away, Su Zining saw the black man again. Now he was knocked to the ground by a crowd running around. A Chinese woman in a professional dress was busy helping him. Unfortunately, this outstanding woman was also hit by the dock workers who were constantly crowding.

Smiling helplessly, Su Zining had to walk towards the black man who fell to the ground. On the other end, a few meters away, a young man holding a drawing board was staggering over, as if he was planning to lend a helping hand.

Just as the two of them reached out their hands at the same time, the color of the sky changed drastically. The orchid lightning flash enveloped the port area like a huge power grid, and a strong whirlwind wrapped everyone.

The customs anti-smuggling captain Zheng Quan grabbed the railings of the ship tightly and lowered his body as much as possible. The strong wind had already blown away his big-brimmed hat, and the rolled waves came over his face, making it difficult to breathe. There was only the whistling sound of the wind in his ears and the blue arc of light printed on the retina. In addition, the body had lost other perceptions.

Finally, there were waves of low and strange sounds like a cow's screams coming from the entire port area. People in the middle of the blue light seemed to feel that the ground and the sea were thrown up at the same time, and everything in front of them was reversed and rotated...

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At 11:00 a.m. on September 16, 2012, a bizarre typhoon and thunderstorm landed in the port area of ​​Y City, and then stopped instantly after the thunderstorm.

The coast was like a giant beast, and almost one-tenth of the port area was destroyed by typhoons and thunderstorms. It disappeared along with several berthing and passing ships, leaving only a huge bowl of soil and rock peeled off.

After statistics, the onshore port area of ​​more than four dock warehouse areas was stripped and disappeared, and five ships and more than 500 people were missing.

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The other end of history, September 16, 1620. Port Plymouth, England.

On the dirty pier, hundreds of men and women in simple clothes each held more simple luggage and stood scattered in front of a sailboat.

"May God bless us, give us new hope for life, and give us faith to overcome pain...Amen."

After reading the book, the first step onto the board. Behind him were the 101 passengers who would leave their homes and be forced to move to the new world.

The sails rose, and the sailors climbed on the masts and shouted various commands. The passengers lowered their heads, clasped their fists in front of their chests, and prayed in a low voice.

Garen-type sailing ship with a displacement of 180 tons and its name is "May Flower".

There were 102 passengers on the ship, including 35 Puritans, the rest were craftsmen, fishermen, poor peasants and 14 bankrupt contract slaves.
Chapter completed!