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Captain Hamilton felt a pang of relief. During the whole voyage, he had been worried that the boiler or some other machine would malfunction - Yi Shui was so crazy that in order to get to Tianjin as soon as possible, he was required to maintain maximum speed at all times during the voyage of nearly 1,400 nautical miles. This was nothing short of a disaster for the "Eureka", which had not been well maintained in the past.

Thankfully, she managed to survive and all the parts worked perfectly without any malfunctions or anomalies. But even so, Hamilton, who was not very comfortable with the condition of the vessel, ordered the chief engineer to lead the sailors in a thorough inspection of the power system after docking, even though everyone was exhausted and desperate to go ashore to relax.

He knew very well that the "Eureka" would soon have to go through the same, and possibly even tougher, test again. There is no guarantee that the weather conditions on the Far North route will be as good on the way back to San Diego as they are on the way to Asia. Most likely, she will have to fight against the wind and waves.

Only God knows what will turn out of the event.

God willing. The captain made a cross on his chest.

"Captain, the anti-smuggling ship of the customs." Suddenly, the first mate beside him shouted.

Hamilton looked in the direction he was pointing. The old anti-smuggling patrol ship "Pudu," a trawler-turned, is slowly approaching the "Eureka." He nodded, turned and ordered, "Stop." Inform Mr. Yi immediately. ”

Below deck, walking from cabin to cabin, Yi Shui was unusually calm and expressed his gratitude to every sailor he met for their hard work. At this time, a panting sailor rushed towards him, and the breathless report said, "Mr. Yi, the patrol ship of the customs is approaching us. ”

"Tell Captain Hamilton to do the same way you did when you were in Tokyo. And inform Hartman and Wang Zhen so that they are ready to disembark. ”

On the bridge, Captain Hamilton watched as the anti-smuggling ship approached the Eureka, and then, led by a leader, some customs sailors began to climb up the rope ladder to the deck. So he went down and stood before them.

"You're the captain? Where is the ship going? What kind of cargo is on board? The interpreter accurately translated the leader's question, and Hamilton replied, "It's an umbrella destined for Manila." However, there are passengers on board who are ready to disembark in Tianjin, and I am also going to replenish some fuel and fresh water in Tianjin, and at the same time carry out routine maintenance of the boilers. You know, my ship just crossed the Pacific ......"

"Umbrellas?" Obviously, this was the first time the leader had heard of someone transporting umbrellas from the other side of the Pacific to the South Seas to sell, but that wasn't his concern. "Do you have any documents?"

"In the cab. Can you come with me to get it? Hamilton winked at him.

After listening to the translator's paraphrase and hesitating for a while, the leader agreed. "Yes."

They returned to the cab with the translator. Hamilton picked up a carefully forged document from his seat and, as he handed it to the leader, placed a handful of Mexican silver dollars in his pocket. The leader understood, smiled, and pretended to examine the document for a moment that he didn't understand, then set it aside.

"Can you open the cargo hold and let us see?" He hugged his fist apologetically, "No way, it's routine, just a while." ”

"Of course, I can understand that." The captain nodded, and quietly handed some silver dollars to the translator. So the interpreter smiled. The two men happily left the wheelhouse, took the sailors to watch the cargo hold for a while, and then returned to the anti-smuggling ship.

After the "Pudu" left, the "Eureka" restarted and headed for the port of Tianjin. Half an hour later, she landed on the dock.

The atmosphere in Tianjin was completely different from that in Tokyo - it was calm, even a little too calm, and there was no tension at all before the outbreak of the war. In fact, even in Tianjin, the vast majority of Chinese do not understand the situation in Korea and Japan, let alone the imminent war.

This made Yi Shui feel even more uncomfortable, and even felt a strong hatred - hatred for the Qing government, hatred for the people who were in a mess. Of course, there were times when he was also full of resentment towards Qin Lang. He should not have told him about the end of the war. Far from freeing him from the anxiety of the unfavorable situation, it only exacerbated his anxiety, and at the same time added to the intense pain of knowing the outcome but not being able to change it.

However, at other times, he was also very envious of Qin Lang, who could completely look at a tragedy in which the protagonist was his motherland with the indifferent eyes of an outsider, and he could also calmly use this tragedy to fight for as many benefits as possible for himself. This is completely different from Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen is ignorant and insensitive, but Qin Lang, why can he do this?

"Don't you want to go ashore?" Hamilton's voice suddenly rang behind him.

"Nope." Yi Shui shook his head, "Captain, I don't want to go ashore. ”

"Because you don't have that braid?" The captain walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, there won't be any Chinese police in the concession to trouble you, and you can also bring Umbrella's guards." ”

"It's not because of the braids." While it was a nuisance he had tried to avoid, it was nothing compared to what he was worried about right now. Yi Shui slowly turned his head and looked at his sailing teacher, "I just don't want to make my mood worse." ”

"Why? I thought you'd be happier when you returned to your hometown. ”

"Maybe at another time, but now......" he sighed, "war is on the verge of breaking out, and it seems ...... Even to put it mildly, it is indifferent. Even though I knew very well that China would lose the war, it made me uncomfortable to see such a scenario. ”

"If I were you, I'd try not to think about it." "You're just an ordinary man, and you have neither the ability nor the power to intervene in such a major political and military problem," Hamilton said. However, if you really don't plan to go ashore, why not check out the powertrain with me? I'm really worried about what will go wrong with it on the way back. ”

"Captain, you'd better start praying now that the boiler doesn't go wrong, or Rachel will throw us into the Pacific Ocean to feed the sharks." Yi Shui smiled self-deprecatingly. The joke made him feel a little better, so he grabbed his coat and prepared to go to the boiler room with Hamilton.

But Wang Zhen and Easter. Hartman suddenly walked into his cabin.

"I thought you were disembarking." Yi Shui was a little surprised and a little unhappy. Time is short, why are they still grinding? "What's the matter?"

"I have a question, Mr. Yi." Hartman said, "According to Mr. Qin's instructions, we should visit His Excellency Li Hongzhang, Minister of Beiyang, and sell him our weapons. But I don't think there's any point in doing that, we should go to Beijing and lobby the Chinese military—"

"As I said just now, Lord Li has always been responsible for selling arms, and it's just a waste of time to go to the capital to find the gang of managers from the military department." Wang Zhen interjected, looking impatient, "But this guy just doesn't listen." ”

Wang Zhen spoke in Chinese, and Hartmann certainly didn't know what he said, but his expression had unmistakably told the German-American that those words would definitely not be good. He just wanted to argue with Wang Zhen, but Yi Shui had already spoken. "Mr. Hartman, do you know China?"

"Of course, no." He had never been to China. In fact, Hartmann never left the United States, he didn't even go to his home in Hesse -- or more accurately, he didn't even know where "Hesse" was. For him, Hesse is not much different from China, just an abstract geographical term.

"In that case, why don't you obey Qin Lang's arrangement and make your own decisions, Mr. Hartman?" Yi Shui did not give the American a good face after Germany. Of course, now that he's angry, the hapless Hartman hits the muzzle of the gun and becomes the object of his anger. "Do you think that with your little knowledge of China, you can make a more accurate decision than Qin Lang?"

Hartman was frightened by his attitude and became a little overwhelmed - not only him, but Hamilton and Wang Zhen were also seeing Yi Shui angry for the first time. "I'm just making a more reasonable proposal in accordance with international practice." Hartman argued in a low voice.

"This is China, not the United States or other countries! Mr. Hartmann, your international practice simply does not work. And you don't expect yourself to be more correct than Qin Lang, he will always be right......" Yi Shui suddenly became frustrated. Qin Lang was right, and too right, and this was the root of all the negative emotions he was facing now.

It's disgusting...... Why can't he make a mistake once?

He shook his head and continued to shout to Hartman: "Mr. Hartman, now you and Wang Zhen will disembark from the ship, meet Master Li in the shortest possible time, and complete your work. Remember, move fast, and if things get to the point where I have to step in personally, I swear Rachel will make your day bad! ”

Miss McBride! Hartmann's was really panicked. "I'll work harder, Mr. Yi."

Then he hurried away.

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