Chapter 659: Save as many as you can

Wu Yingwei arrived at the dock.

Now the dock is crowded, mostly with families of fishermen who haven't returned yet.

"Oh heavens, why haven't they come back yet?"

"The phone still won't go through."

"Goddess Mazu, please bless us, and above all keep my child's father safe and sound."

"Goddess Mazu..."

Wu Yingwei walked along, hearing many voices.

He walked to a place with fewer people, stopped, looked out to sea, and someone came over to greet him: "Village Chief, you're here."

Wu Yingwei turned around; it was Lao Xie.

He took the cigarette, nodded: "Yeah, there are still quite a few people."

Lao Xie sighed: "This damned weather is really abnormal— the typhoon comes and comes, and even fog rolls in. You say this heavy fog blankets everything, and it's night; who dares to move a fishing boat at random?"

Wu Yingwei nodded.

Going out to sea in this weather is like a blind man feeling his way across a river by touching stones.

How could that work?

Lao Xie saw Wu Yingwei looking worried and asked: "Has A An not come back yet?"

Wu Yingwei said: "They said he'd be back at midnight."

Lao Xie blinked: "Back at midnight— how would he come back?"

Wu Yingwei: "..."

He also didn't know what to say.

Lao Xie coughed twice, then said: "A An's luck is excellent; you don't need to worry too much— he surely has a way, and even if there's danger, he can turn misfortune into fortune."

Wu Yingwei nodded.

After smoking a cigarette, Lao Xie went back to his shop to tidy up.

Relevant departments sent personnel over, but the rescue team was helpless against such thick fog and didn't dare to venture in recklessly.

Before the weather, everyone is equal.

Someone panicked and lost control, shouting for rescuers to act and even causing trouble; Wu Yingwei hurried to calm them, urging everyone to settle down.

That person then scolded Wu Yingwei for talking while standing, saying he didn't know what it's like to have a sore waist.

Wu Yingwei said: "My son is also out at sea."

One sentence.

That shut that person up.

……

At sea.

Thick fog spread everywhere.

Many fishing boats, without signals, became completely blind and deaf; being able to dock at an island is already good, but many more can only stop in their working waters.

If the fishing boats were people, their state right now would be trembling with fear.

They can't stop even if they want to.

They want to go but dare not.

They're caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Fishing boat captain, think of a solution."

"I really don't want to die out at sea."

"If I'd known, I shouldn't have gone out to sea; finding odd jobs in town would have been fine too."

"Goddess Mazu..."

On the fishing boat, the crew went berserk; what could the captain say? He was panicking and didn't know who to call for help.

"Everyone, please settle down."

"Maybe the fog will clear in a bit."

"When the typhoon blows in, the fog will definitely clear."

"If you can't say anything useful, just shut up— when the typhoon hits and the fog lifts, we'll surely be dead anyway."

"If the fog lifts before the typhoon arrives, we could still make a run for it."

"Pinning your hopes on that is worse than hoping Goddess Mazu will come save us."

Because the pressure was too great, the crew's chatter turned into an argument, and soon they were about to come to blows.

The fishing boat supervisor couldn't handle it.

Nor did he dare to intervene.

They were just a makeshift crew; hearing that fishermen in Fu Yuan Zhen had made 1.8 million in a few months, he organized this trip to try fishing at sea.

If this bunch of brats took out their anger on him, they might gang up and beat him— after all, if he hadn't organized this, they wouldn't be stuck out at sea.

Just then.

Someone with sharp eyes spotted a light flashing in the distance through the thick fog.

"There's light."

"It must be a fishing boat."

"Holy shit, it's really there—I'm not seeing things."

"Wait, if the fishing boat comes over, won't it hit us?"

"Holy crap."

On the fishing boat, there was instantly a commotion of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

Indeed it was a fishing boat, and moreover a trawler much larger than theirs; as it drew nearer, they could see its hull was dark brown.

That's right.

It wasn't someone else's fishing boat; it was precisely Wu An's Peaceful.

Because they were close, Wu An grabbed a loudspeaker and shouted: "Hey, are you all okay?"

"I am Wu An, the captain of the Peaceful."

"I am about to return to the dock of Fu Yuan Zhen."

"Do you want to follow along back?"

The people on the opposing fishing boat all stared blankly.

What?

You didn't mishear, right?

Everyone is clearly a stranded fishing boat; why are you so arrogant?

Wu An didn't explain further, merely saying his boat had a sonar that could give early warnings, allowing navigation in the heavy fog.

This was also because he saw the other boat was small and likely lacked a sonar, so he gave that offhand explanation.

Sure enough.

The other side was intimidated.

"Good, good."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

Wu An adjusted the rudder, letting his fishing boat follow behind the Prosperous Abundance.

He didn't increase speed too much, for if trouble arose he could dodge, but the Prosperous Abundance and other fishing boats behind might not react as promptly.

He also wasn't in a hurry.

Going slowly, at the current speed they would surely reach the dock before the typhoon arrived.

A Qing came over and asked: "Brother, do you want to go rest?"

Wu An asked: "Then try communicating with the Big Circle."

A Qing tried several times.

The Big Circle paid him no heed.

Wu An shook his head: "I'll stay here; if something sudden happens, I can react immediately."

He was also tired.

Although there wasn't much wind now, just sitting at the bow watching the dolphins' movements was also quite tiresome.

But compared to the safety of the crews on the three boats, being a bit tired was worth it.

A Qing didn't go, keeping him company chatting.

The two chatted intermittently; the Big Circle suddenly called twice, and Wu An, who had prior experience, immediately stood up: "Take me to find it."

The Big Circle had discovered another fishing boat; its intention was to warn, but Wu An had it lead to the stranded boat, just as before, bringing the stranded boat back to port.

After communication.

The stranded fishing boat followed along.

Like the game Snake, Wu An's fishing boat didn't go straight to the dock but occasionally adjusted its rudder, making slight detours.

Each detour meant another fishing boat trailed behind.

Wu An also had no thought of seizing the chance to gain merit; he simply felt that, having encountered them, he shouldn't stand idly by, and should act within his ability.

Anyway, saving one is saving, saving two is also saving.

Why not save a few more?

After these stranded fishing boats followed, at first they were still rather panicked; in other words, they had no other options, were trying a desperate remedy, and besides, with Wu An in the lead, if anything happened they could respond promptly.

Fortunately.

The worst feared thing didn't happen, and after a long time everything remained safe and steady.

"The benefactor has two brushes!"

"Too amazing."

"The sonar is so useful; next time I'll just ram the fishing boat."

Everyone communicated via walkie-talkie, all feeling Wu An could bring them back, and the originally tense atmosphere eased.

From the start, following the sea depth, everyone went numb.

Others thought it was the sonar, but only he himself knew.

Wu An relied on dolphins!

Now Wu An's course is no longer returning to port, but heading straight for the distressed fishing boat.

He can only say!

Damn it!

Awesome!