The sweat-soaked scent of Guilai Wharf drifted everywhere with the wind and the blazing sun, making the already numb dockworkers seem even more numb, though they were long accustomed to this smell.
Large and small boats came and went on the river in an endless stream. The people on the dock paid no attention to where they came from or where they were going; they simply focused on the work at hand—boarding and disembarking vessels, and loading and unloading all kinds of cargo.
As Fang Yi was chatting with a middle-aged watermelon vendor, a short, plump man suddenly walked up from behind him. It was Boss Ma, who had come to buy three large watermelons, asking the middle-aged man to cut them into pieces and to make it quick.
Chapter 200