The salty, humid sea breeze swept across the deck. Zhang Chongshan's gaze was locked on the towline at the stern, which was growing steadily tauter.
"Don't feel pressured. As long as the boat doesn't sink, just do what you normally do," Yuan Dajun said quietly, patting Zhang Chongshan's shoulder in reassurance.
"Captain, aren't you nervous?" Zhang Chongshan turned his head and was surprised to see Yuan Dajun's calm expression.
"What do I have to worry about?" Yuan Dajun replied naturally. After all, he was only a temporary captain, just there to make up the numbers.
Before they set out, Chairman Qin had instructed him to stay on the boat, observe Zhang Chongshan's performance, and not do anything rash.
He had no reason to be anxious.
Zhang Chongshan fell silent at his words. He was different. He had been suddenly promoted to this high-profile position.
