The weather was fine and the sun shone brightly.
Outside the eastern gate of Luoyang, the Divine Capital, on the canal dock in the suburbs, several hundred operatives from the West Factory stood upright, bearing dragon flags and clutching their waist knives, sealing off the entire dock.
The head handler from the West Factory, Cao Ying, paced anxiously back and forth on the dock, ceaselessly scolding the operatives on guard.
"Come on, straighten up those backs, if anyone dares to embarrass us in public, watch out for your hide!"
"You, you, you... talking to you, why are your legs shaking? Are you tired? Do you want me to carry it for you?"
"Are you hot? Would you like me to invite you to cool off in the river?"
Already extremely tense, the West Factory operatives became even more nervous as they were indiscriminately berated, their hands bearing flags and grasping knives now slick with sweat, yet they dared not move a muscle...
