"Brother Fang Yu... my brother Fang Yu... Salted Fish..."
"Uh... where is it?"
At the port, Wang Yuanwei, wearing a small short-sleeve shirt and big pants, leisurely carried a small box, craning his neck to look at the ships docked at the port.
Mr. Wang didn't know if he was naturally optimistic or just inherently carefree.
The events encountered on the street earlier were quickly cast aside by Mr. Wang.
He returned to his cheerful self, carrying his toolbox, ready to enchant Fang Yu's ship.
It's worth noting that all the enchantment seal patterns on Fang Yu's ship, from the beginning to now, were crafted by Mr. Wang.
In a way, Salted Fish was like Mr. Wang's child, akin to an excellent creation of his. Wang Yuanwei's affection for Salted Fish was no less than that of the crew.
At this moment, Wang Yuanwei's flip-flops made slapping sounds, kicking up the sand on the beach.
He walked briskly, eager to see Fang Yu's ship as soon as possible.
