In August, bonfires blazed on the waterfront. Several large ships were docked there, and trucks, like industrious bees, ferried cargo from the vast warehouses to the vessels.,After half a day, Fang Xing was tired. Fang Juelin and Xiaobai also said they were tired, so he let him rest.,"This can't be an illusion, can it" Fang Xing bit down on the anchor again without hesitation.。