Swan Hotel was built on a tract of tidal flats, and opposite it was a dock. After enjoying a hearty breakfast, Lu Jiaxin walked out only to see many wooden boats moored along the river's surface, while the opposite dock was bustling with people. There were vendors selling breakfasts, fruits, and even seafood and vegetables, all very lively.
Gu Wenfeng looked at the river's old wooden boats as well as the crowded dock, busy as a market, then turned back to gaze upon the towering grandeur of the hotel, feeling quite mixed emotions.
Lu Jiaxin curiously asked, "Brother Gu, why aren't these ships setting out to sea and all mooring at the dock instead?"
Fishermen live by catching fish; not going out to sea meant no income, and with no money, the whole family could likely face hunger.
Gu Wenfeng said, "It seems there's a typhoon approaching, so they don't dare go out to sea, it's too dangerous. Miss Lu, are you planning to go over to the dock on the opposite side?"
