On the eastern coast.
A cluster of massive ships stood in the deep waters some distance from shore.
Each one was comparable in size to an aircraft carrier.
After Hua Gang arrived, he was delighted. Little Panda had been right after all.
It had said it had detected three shady ocean-going fishing vessels along the coast, and sure enough, there really were some.
But after asking a sailor, he learned that those huge ships were not ocean-going fishing vessels, but fish-farming ships.
Yes, they raised fish aboard the ships.
The Business Alliance's commerce was highly developed, and its fishing industry even more so.
There had long been no fish left in the coastal waters, so offshore fish farming had begun to flourish.
But offshore fish farming had one major problem: natural disasters.
A typhoon, tsunami, or red tide could wipe out everything in a single blow.
Moreover, the ocean was like the land, with fertile and barren regions.
Fertile waters became world-famous fishing grounds.
The advantage of fish-farming ships was that they could avoid natural disasters and herd their fish in fertile waters.
They were, in a sense, nomads of the sea.
"What am I supposed to do now? Where are those ocean-going fishing vessels you mentioned? Didn't you pinpoint three of them? Why aren't they here?" Hua Gang asked helplessly.
"Well, plans can't keep up with changes. That's perfectly normal," Little Panda said carelessly.
"If your plan goes wrong, I could lose my life." Hua Gang looked up at the enormous fish-farming ship, deeply worried.
"What are you afraid of? Fish-farming ships go to the open sea too. Just get aboard and find some work. It's the same thing."
"Why am I starting not to trust you? Could you please be a little more reliable?" Hua Gang sighed.
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