Chapter 50: with translation of chapter title

Now Ye Guowei was a bit embarrassed; he pointed at the Boat on the sea, "These goods aren't many either, just about an hour."

"Not even a minute, if you don't believe us, just stay here waiting with us; anyway, getting on the Boat is out of the question."

"'Well... then I'll tell the boss.'"

Ye Guowei was never one with big ideas; seeing his brother so anxious, he just gave in.

After Ye Guowei went inside for a while, he came out with a foreman-type person—this was their loading and unloading crew's Chen Shu.

Chen Shu walked over to Ye Cheng with a solemn face, a bit displeased, and said, "Lao Er, did you tell your brother a big storm is coming?"

"'Right, that's what I said, and I'm right.' Ye Cheng stepped forward, unafraid, staring at Chen Shu."

"'Captain Chen, my brother knows people.' Ye Guowei explained weakly."

Chen Shu looked at Ye Cheng before him; he had heard Ye Guowei say his brother had changed, but he simply didn't believe it.

A village loafer—what change could there be?

But this person before him made him doubt again—strong aura, extraordinary demeanor, full of confidence, wolfish gaze, eagle-eyed; seeing their captain, he wasn't the least bit afraid.

After hesitating a moment, he still shook his head: "I promised to unload goods for them, so I have to follow the rules; if your brother wants to leave, just treat it as him taking leave."

"'Thanks, Chen Shu, but I still have to say, at 4 o'clock the big waves will come.' Ye Cheng said calmly."

In short, he doesn't care about others' lives or deaths.

Chen Shu didn't say more, turned and left, leaving Ye Guowei looking embarrassed.

"'A Cheng, there really are big waves at sea.' Ye Guowei still didn't quite believe it."

"'Yeah, let's stay farther away; if you don't believe me, just wait here—Xiao Hu's second uncle hasn't arrived either.'"

Xiao Hu now looks anxious, occasionally checking the time—it's already 3:25, and he doesn't know whether his second uncle has returned or not.

Although he also doubts whether Ye Cheng is really that capable, and whether what the meteorological bureau said is true.

But that's how people are—once you're given a time, you become anxious.

At 3:35, a Boat finally returned to Matou, Xiao Hu saw it and dashed over, practically burning up his thin legs.

This was his second uncle Wang Haisheng's Boat; at least seeing the Boat come ashore and tie up, Xiao Hu's parents and Wang Haisheng followed and got off.

"'Mom, Dad, Second Uncle, you've finally come back.'"

Wang Haisheng looked at Xiao Hu with dissatisfaction and said, "What are you and Lao Er up to? The weather looks fine, and I still have several Fish Traps to collect—really, I shouldn't have believed you."

"'Believe it or not, as long as I got my parents back safely.' Xiao Hu ignored Wang Haisheng, tugging his parents and walked into Matou."

"'Hey, you little brat, I'm your second uncle.' Wang Haisheng shouted at the top of his lungs."

Entering Matou, Wang Haisheng glanced at Ye Cheng squatting on the ground smoking, snorted through his nose, and muttered, "Who's going to compensate me for my loss?"

"'Second Uncle, if I called it right, shouldn't you give me the Boat as a thank‑you?' Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows, provokingly looking at Wang Haisheng."

"'Dream on, go over and give Uncle a cigarette.' Wang Haisheng shoved forward and forcibly snatched a Lijun cigarette from Ye Cheng and lit it."

At 3:45, villagers began to trickle ashore; as soon as they landed they rushed over to Ye Cheng, asking whether it was true or not.

Ye Cheng just said one thing: "Believe it or not."

As for compensation, that's also one sentence: "If it's true, how will you thank me?"

Those two lines left them with no temper at all.

As 3:55 approached, the sky was still clear, and they began to complain.

"'Lao Er, look yourself—what a fine day.'"

"'Exactly, I just tracked a school of fish, and you're saying there's danger; if you let me cast two more nets, I could make about 1,000 yuan.'"

"'We shouldn't have listened to him.'"

A dozen or so people were chatting back and forth when Ye Cheng suddenly stood up; several people instinctively clenched their fists, thinking a fight was about to break out.

Ye Cheng glanced at his phone, then gave them a cold sweep and asked, "Is anyone still missing from the village?"

Meeting Ye Cheng's fierce gaze, several people immediately wilted, exchanging glances,

"'Looks like Old Duan's family hasn't returned yet.'"

"'Duan Yong's family?' Ye Cheng frowned."

"'Yeah, Old Duan took Duan Yong out to sea today.'"

Duan Yong? Ye Cheng really didn't want to bother with him—he's even more foolish than I am.

At 3:58, a crowd suddenly surged from Chen Shu's side, chatting and laughing, each squatting on the ground to start smoking.

Chen Shu glanced at Ye Cheng, said nothing, and joined everyone in lighting a cigarette.

"'Lao Er, Captain Chen is just letting everyone rest.' Ye Guowei explained."

"'Resting at this time, heh.' Ye Cheng saw through but didn't expose it; actually Chen Shu was also afraid, but didn't dare offend the boss, so he could only wait like this."

"'Look quick! Over there!'"

One person shouted, pointing at the distant sky.

All they saw was that the formerly clear sky suddenly had a patch of dark clouds.

Ye Cheng checked the time—it was 4 p. m.

What was supposed to come, still came.

At first that patch of dark clouds was small, but it grew larger and larger, drifting over as a whole, dimming the originally somewhat bright sky.

Everyone stood up, looking fearfully into the distance; this is nature's power, the idea that humanity can conquer nature is nonsense—the might of heaven and earth is forever beyond what humans can endure.

Between the dark clouds, a white flash suddenly streaked across.

"'It's lightning—these are thunderclouds.'"

"'Such a huge expanse of thunderclouds—if we were still out at sea, it would simply...'"

"'I dare not imagine it.'"

"'The wind is rising, the wind is rising.'"

A gust of unlike sea wind whooshed toward the dock, rustling everyone's clothes with a swishing sound as they all leaned back.

Right after, the formerly calm sea started to surge, initially slowly pounding the shore and dock, kicking up a spray.

Then the backwash wave and the wave crest merged into a larger wave, which slapped the large blue stone on the shore with a slap, shooting up a high crest; blown by the sea wind, a section of the dock was instantly drenched.

Before anyone could react, another big wave surged forward; this time it wasn't just about getting wet—the seawater rushed onto the dock as if it were risking its life.

"Quick, retreat backward, go to the back!" Ye Cheng shouted.

Actually, there was no need for him to shout—people had seen this situation many times before and ran faster than he did; by the time Ye Cheng turned around, damn, everyone was gone.

Even Xiao Hu had already gotten into position, waving at him, "Brother, why are you still shouting? Hurry over!"