After finishing the lunch they had deliberately served an hour early, the sailors, their stomachs filled, busied themselves with preparations for the approaching docking.
Liu Zhi and the other three hurried off the Central Command Ship as well, returning to the escort ship where their people were and making arrangements.
As the first official foreign trade venture of the Tian Yuan Trade Association, the fleet had specially arranged for a professional filming crew to accompany them and record this historic moment.
Thus, every detail had to be carefully polished. From the fleet's ceremony to the crew's bearing, everything had to present them in the best possible state.
That way, if another unfamiliar territory came to Tian Yuan seeking cooperation but worried that problems might arise, they could simply bring out these recordings as proof of everything.
The corridors of the Command Ship bustled with streams of people, yet there was not the slightest trace of disorder.
After leaving the dining hall, Captain Cui Lu and Old Ben walked side by side, passing through the busy figures one after another until they reached the Captain's Room in the center of the Command Ship.
Cui Lu was usually exceptionally imposing, but in the absence of outsiders, his attitude was extraordinarily respectful.
Only after Old Ben plopped himself down in the office chair representing the captain's position did Cui Lu slowly sit down across from him.
If Liu Zhi and the other three had still been present, seeing this scene would surely have made their eyes nearly fall out.
"Commander, the flaws exposed by this Ji Wuming seem to be a little too numerous. They're so numerous that I feel as if he's deliberately luring us into thinking this way."
Cui Lu pursed his lips, growing increasingly certain that something was wrong. "Although