Lewis was taken aback, and after a long pause, he said:
" Connor, as you know, berths at the port are in high demand..."
"Nervous? Didn't I already have them clear the berths?!"
Connor was furious, slamming his fist on the deck railing, as if he intended to issue another order to arrest the entire port management on some pretext.
He actually can do it.
After all, the world has been in a state of unrest for more than a decade, and the power he wields is incomparable to that during peacetime.
Although the old gentleman Lewis had a spiky hairstyle, he was a reasonable man.
"Your orders cannot change the rules of reality; this is not something that can be done in a short time."
The arrival and departure of a cargo ship takes a long time, which used to require advance communication to coordinate. Now your order is too sudden.
Lewis pointed to the nearest port area, where supplemental lighting was now on. From afar, one could see crowds of people on the dock, various vehicles coming and going, transporting all kinds of goods, and occasionally cargo ships could be heard sounding their horns as they departed through another channel.
And the vacant berth will soon be used to guide warships of suitable tonnage from the Joint Fleet to dock.
The entire port is currently bustling yet somewhat chaotic.
"They really did their best."
"And quite a few small warships are already docked here..."
Lewis requested data and discovered that the number of warships of the Joint Fleet anchored in New York Harbor had risen to thirty.
Although they are all destroyers weighing tens of thousands of tons, this number is already considered incredibly fast.
Unfortunately, despite the port's best efforts, the Joint Fleet still had 210 ships adrift at sea.
Compared to the other two figures, a mere thirty ships seem insignificant.
Connor was helpless about this; although he was still very dissatisfied with the speed, he had no choice but to accept it.
However, gazing at the massive array of warships that blocked the entire sea, he paced around a couple of times, then suddenly remembered something and said to Lewis:
"Immediately bring the supply ships from both naval bases on the east coast over here. Have them resupply the warships at sea, whether it's fuel or supplies, except for ammunition. Give them whatever they need!"
"Oh, right! The supply ships on the west coast."
We also need to be prepared; President Zhang told me that we'll be visiting California next!
"The ships that are already anchored also need to be resupplyed to the same standard. Their fuel must be fully replenished! Everyone on board must receive our gifts and promotional brochures!"
Lewis paused for a moment, "A promotional brochure? We don't have one..."
"Get someone to design and print it right away. We need to start distributing them at dawn tomorrow!"
"This is very important, Lewis! Do you understand?"
On the sea at night, Connor, with his headlamp behind him, faced his deputy with a solemn expression.
"Understood, sir!" Upon hearing this, the old gentleman immediately raised his hand in salute to show his respect.
Connor patted him with satisfaction.
At the boundary between light and darkness, two men who understand each other have realized their sense of mission, which looks like a heavily painted oil painting, full of solemnity and sanctity.
It would be even better if some old gentleman's tousled hair didn't dance in the wind.
Lewis, jogging to carry out the order, covered his hair with one hand, inwardly frustrated.
On this unfamiliar ship, he still couldn't find the hairspray...
Not realizing his hair would be blown around by the wind before boarding the ship was the biggest mistake he'd ever made!
Judging from the current situation, this contact will surely be a landmark event in the history of the entire country, and future generations will certainly remember and learn from this day.
By then, they might see their own hair dancing in the wind...
What nickname would he get?
Mr. Pompom?
Seaweed Gentleman?
I can't even imagine such a thing!
Although he couldn't stop thinking about the hair, the old gentleman Lewis quickly got things done.
Supply ships from the East Coast naval base will depart in two hours to deliver sunflower seeds and peanuts to the fleets stuck in the waters off New York.
The thirty fleets docked in the port were also immediately put into service. There was no need to wait until tomorrow; as long as their rest was not disturbed, supplies would be provided to the ships that very night.
The promotional brochure is already being designed, and the printing plant is ready to go.
Naval bases on the West Coast were also fully mobilized, with all supply ships prepared in advance and sent to California to wait.
Similarly, ports in California began clearing out overnight to make room for the ships.
As for the economic losses suffered as a result?
As long as this matter is handled properly, there won't be any economic loss whatsoever!
These cargo ships have already arrived at their destination; there's no way they can escape. The only difference is that they might unload their cargo a little later.
But the Joint Fleet can run away!
What if we opened a time portal and ended up in an enemy country? That would be a real loss!
Under Lewis's arrangement, the already bustling port became even more lively.
At this time, a large number of people had gathered on the shore, and the number was increasing rapidly.
Although the live broadcast on television has been stopped, the news has already spread, and now most of the world knows that an incredibly large fleet has appeared in an even more unbelievable way...
No, it should be said that it landed off the coast of New York.
This incident naturally attracted widespread attention.
In fact, it's not just the beaches on the shore.
The high-rise buildings along the shore were now crowded with people holding binoculars.
Even as helicopters flew overhead, they could see rooftops packed with people, leading to some involuntary rooftop jumps...
The Joint Fleet in the night was like a fire, slowly heating up the city of New York, and even the country and the world.
Countless people are paying attention to this tiny spot off the coast of New York, which is barely a tiny part of the Earth.
Connor received far more phone calls than ever before, with most countries on Earth calling him more than once.
He simply wasn't in the mood to pay attention to people who wanted to hear gossip.
Connor spent two hours summarizing the current situation and giving an internal briefing.
Then, late at night, he figured Meng Anping must have gotten up by now, so he sent out a call request.
They quickly received a reply of agreement.
Connor immediately called using a satellite phone.
He came to ask for advice.
He also wants to join the Mutual Aid Society!
When they met during the day, President Zhang didn't give him an answer, so now he has no choice but to come to Meng Anping.
After all, Lao Meng sent a message to the Mutual Aid Society, so he must be one of their own...
I really need to consult someone with experience!
He wanted to be the messenger too!