A cruise ship slowly approached the shore. A Working Group from Congress had already prepared to disembark.
It was a luxurious but not particularly large cruise ship. From the name "Princess Boris" at its bow, it was obvious that it was privately owned.
The wealthy were hardly short of ships like this. It was larger than a pleasure boat, allowing it to travel across the seas.
But it was smaller than an ordinary large cruise liner, so it would not seem overly cumbersome.
It was like a mobile palace on the sea, a "big toy" owned by many wealthy people.
This time, the Congress Masters had said they were coming to Nagaril, but no direct ship was scheduled to depart that day.
Perhaps it was a favor for the Congress Masters. Perhaps the capitalists simply wanted to make an appearance before them. In any case, a private luxury cruise ship carried the Masters to Nagaril.
The ship drew close to shore but did not approach all the way. After leaving some distance between them, it slowly came to a stop.
The gangway was lowered. The leading congressional senator Master chatted warmly for a moment with a man who appeared to be a capitalist.
The two then shook hands, bid each other farewell, and departed.
The Captain stood behind the capitalist and asked, "Master, do you need us to set sail for the return trip?"
A strange smile appeared on the capitalist's face, and he shook his head.
He took out a cigarette and held it between his lips. As he lit it, he said, "I'm giving you all some time off. They'll be going back with us soon..."
The Captain looked at the Congress Masters. Weren't they supposed to stay here permanently? But he did not ask why. It had