Autumn nights in Bohai Bay always hide unexpected violence. At 2:40 in the morning, Shi Lulu's personal mobile phone rang suddenly, and the words "Donggang Dispatch Center" jumped on the screen, causing her to sit up from her light sleep in an instant - calls at this time were never "trivial".
"Director Shi, there's something wrong with the Ocean Ocean!" The dispatcher's voice had a clear vibrato, and in the background were the howling wind and piercing alarms. "The Panamanian freighter, carrying 3,200 tons of chemical raw materials, was originally scheduled to berth at berth No. 12 In the early morning. , We are still 8 nautical miles away from the port, and we encountered a sudden squall line! The wind speed has reached level 12, and the ship has yawed seriously. This is the first time for the captain to come to the Bohai Bay, and he can't figure out the ocean current at all. Now... The rudder is a little stuck, please request emergency pilotage!"
Shi Lulu didn't dare to delay, her fingers quickly swiped across the screen of her phone, and she first sent a message to her assistant Su Mei, "Prepare the car, Donggang Pier, see you downstairs in ten minutes." Then she grabbed the windproof jacket that was hung on the back of the chair. When she stepped on the carpet in the living room with her bare feet, she remembered that she was not wearing socks - but there was no time to look back now. It has been five years since she founded "Luhang Pilotage". From a small company with only three pilots at the beginning, it has become an industry leader monopolizing the pilotage business in three northern ports. What she relies on has never been luck, but the obsession of "getting ahead of the risk in every order."
