2035年9月15日,星月岛旅游区.
The sun is shining and there are no clouds in Wan Li, which is a good day to go to sea.
Dozens of various cruise ships and rowing boats are parked not far from the beach, and thirsty tour guides tirelessly wave their guide flags to greet tourists to board the ship quickly, and they are about to go to the next island chain area.
"The third island chain is 80 yuan a person, it's now or never, and it will never come again..."
The young shipowner shouted loudly with a big horn, but none of the tourists wanted to get on board. The reason was naturally that his boat was so broken that no one who saw it would doubt that it would sink in the next moment.
It's not that he doesn't want to fix it, but a clever woman can't cook without rice. How can he fix it without money?
The owner wiped the sweat from his forehead in disappointment and sighed helplessly.
As the saying goes, people depend on clothes and horses, and it is the same to run a boat outside. The face value and shape of a boat are the key to attracting money ... ahem ... tourists.
But TMD, God won't even let me earn a bite for my meal, will he?
"Young man, do you still carry passengers on this ship?" An old but gas-filled voice suddenly sounded from a distance.
The shipowner immediately revived in the same place, and the next second blurted out, "You name a place, as long as the price is right, you can go anywhere. I know it very well here, just like my home." He also slapped his chest.
He looked up and saw eight or nine people gathered on the shore not far away, led by an old gentleman wearing a beret and light gray clothes, and wearing tight pants with many patches on his lower body.
But just a few seconds after he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. His boat is a little small, and it can accommodate up to 10 people. Usually, it is enough to carry five or six people at a time, and the risk of capsizing with nine people is very high.
The young man standing next to the old man spoke, "Little brother, are you going to the ninth island chain?"
Hearing his inquiry, the young shipowner froze, and some asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Ninth? !"
Looking at the young shipowner's face, there was a clear look on everyone's face.
The long-haired woman behind the old man quietly tugged at the old man's sleeve, as if to remind him to leave quickly.
Seeing that the cooked duck is about to fly away, the ship owner is also embarrassed, but he thinks that his family is already too poor to open the pot, and his college living expenses for the second half of the year have not yet settled, and school will start in a few days.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Go, but I promised first that I would only take you to the periphery, and I would definitely not go up."
Then he changed the subject, "It's not expensive at 1,000 yuan an hour."
Hearing his offer, the long-haired woman standing beside the old man couldn't help it after all, cursing, "profiteer who overcharges customers."
With that, she turned and walked to his northwest corner,there was also a boat parked there. It was the Lao Li family's rubber boat. Although the boat was quite small, it could not hold a large number.
Moreover, it took more than three hours to row from Lao Li to the ninth island chain, which was more than 3,000 yuan. If he were him, he would choose rowing, and as for the extra time, he should enjoy the scenery along the way, and he also believed that Lao Li's family would not give up this business delivered to the door.
"Old gentleman, this price is really not expensive. Go to other people and see if they dare to gamble their lives for money. Even if you don't lack money, you won't go ..." Under the scorching sun, the owner's voice was hoarse because he hadn't drunk water for a long time.
"Old gentleman, in this way, eight hundred! 800 an hour is really not high. If it is lower, I will really lose money. "
The owner looked at the young men and women behind the old man, gritting his teeth and making a gesture of eight.
The old man smiled and said, "Let's take this one,I think this young man is quite sincere."
The owner was overjoyed at once, and the smile on his face could not be hidden. "Get on the boat quickly, and we will start at once!" Then he jumped off the boat neatly.
At this time, the long-haired woman who was pulled back by her companion was akimbo, and her eyes hidden under sunglasses stared at him savagely.
He walked up to her with a dry smile and tried to help her with her luggage, but she dodged him sideways.
The long-haired woman took off her sunglasses and gave the shipowner a hard look. She said with self-deprecation, "I can't afford to ask someone to carry my luggage."
The ship owner stood awkwardly. He used his quick wits to help carry their "luggage" and said to a middle-aged uncle beside him, "Eldest brother, let me help you ..."
He didn't return to the ship until he helped to put all the passengers' luggage on board.
At this time, everyone was standing in the cabin, and the old man smiled and asked, "Nice young man, what's your name?"
The owner of the ship quickly smiled and responded, "You're welcome. My name is Yang Qingyuan. Metaphor means that I am clear and white.What's your name?"
"My surname is Yang, too. Maybe we were family hundreds of years ago." Mr.Yang still kept smiling.
"Ha, ha, ha, you're welcome. Please sit down." He smiled and invited Mr.Yang to his seat, saying that the seat was actually the inner floor.
As Mr.Yang sat down, others followed closely and found places to sit down.
The woman with long hair came up to Mr.Yang, fanned her face in disgust, and said with a complaining expression, "Grandpa, this boat is so broken!"
Mr.Yang waved his hand and said, "We're not really here to play."
Sister pursed her mouth, took out a paper towel from her trouser pocket and carefully wiped the seat three times, then put several layers of paper towels on it before sitting on it carefully.
Although she is a little neat at ordinary times, this time it's not that she is melodramatic, but that the boat is really dirty.
Yang Qingyuan came to the stern to pull the handle, then got into the cockpit and set sail. The dilapidated yacht slowly left the shore and sailed far away.
Mr.Yang got up and went to the cab and talked to him through the gate: "Young man, why are there so few fishermen fishing here now?" Is there any other way to make money? "
Yang Qingyuan replied without looking back: "If only this were the case. Since half a year ago, there have been fewer and fewer fish near this sea area, especially the closer to the ninth island chain."
After a pause, he continued: "It's as if it suddenly became a forbidden area for life. The people above came down to investigate and found nothing, so many fishermen here moved."
"So you don't have any guesses about it?" Mr.Yang asked curiously.
Hearing this, Yang Qingyuan loosened the joystick, turned his head and glanced at the chattering crowd behind Mr.Yang. He gathered in front of Mr.Yang and said in a low voice, "I heard from the old-timer that there are sea monsters at the bottom of the ninth island chain, and they eat everything. A few months ago, the youngest son of the Chen family went there to find out what was going on ..."
"As a result, when his family found something was wrong and looked for it, there was only a lonely boat left, and there was no one around. This person seemed to have disappeared from this world."
"There really isn't one?" Mr.Yang frowned and changed the subject.
"Not a single one. It seems that this place has turned into a dead sea overnight. I really don't know what the government does for food." Yang Qingyuan sighed.
The long-haired woman, who has been listening with her ears pricked up, couldn't help it any longer. She stood up and roared, "What are you talking about? ! This is just a unique natural phenomenon, but it is boasted as a ghost. No wonder you can only stay in this remote place all your life ... "
"Yang Xingye, you've had enough! What are you talking about? " The middle-aged man sitting next to Yang Xingye got up and interrupted what she had not said.
Looking at the warning from Mr.Yang's eyes not far away, Yang Xingye stamped her feet discontentedly, with a snort of cold, sat back in place and stopped talking, and at the same time moved her eyes to the coral reefs passing by and the birds on the horizon.
The middle-aged man spoke with a quick smile. "Master yang, my Younger is usually outspoken, so don't take it to heart."
"Xiao Yang, I didn't educate her well at ordinary times, so I'll tidy up her when I get back, so that the three hundred dollars in my pocket will be a compensation." Mr.Yang beside Yang Qingyuan made a noise, saying that he also took out three slightly shabby red RMB from his pocket.
"You're welcome, I didn't take it to heart," Yang Qingyuan said, but he put the money into his pocket in good faith.
After this, Yang Qingyuan lost the mood of joking with Mr.Yang, and returned to the driver's seat to drive seriously, and the atmosphere at the scene fell silent,only occasional sporadic discussions came to prove that there were still living people on this ship.