A group of ship workers gathered together, some anxiously looking at Yang Zhenshan.
Sun Cheng and Ning Bo stood at the front, Sun Cheng displaying an ingratiating smile, while Ning Bo had a calm expression.
Yang Zhenshan first approached Sun Cheng, "Would you be willing to work for this general?"
Sun Cheng, with a flattering smile, said: "It would be an honor for this old man to serve the general!"
He was just an ordinary person, albeit with some sailing skills, but he still lived cautiously.
Of course, this does not mean that he was truly weak; flattery was just his façade. As someone who had spent a lifetime at sea, he had experienced every conceivable storm and wave.
"Hmm, your salary will be doubled henceforth. Serve this general well, and you will not be treated unfairly," Yang Zhenshan said satisfactorily as he patted Sun Cheng's shoulder.
