My name is Lin Zhao, a graduate majoring in logistics.
While others look for jobs, I look for loopholes.
Others follow the rules, but I break them.
Starting from the container terminal of Xianning Port in Changsha, we can transport everything from fireworks, tobacco and alcohol, ivory to ink.
Some call me a smuggler, some call me the King of Gray Pass.
I don't even care.
I have transported ink that poisoned people, and I have also transported medical supplies that saved lives to war zones.
I am not a good person, but those politicians and pharmaceutical companies who sell weapons and high-priced drugs are not cleaner than me.
There is no security in this business. I've made losses, I've had losses, I've had explosions, I've had people die.
But I won't stop.
Because I want to see how far this world can push me.
—Until I shipped something I shouldn't have shipped.
