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The cargo ship docked in York Harbor, which was a massive port. As soon as the cargo deck was properly connected, machinery started hauling the large containers, though most of the process still relied on manual labor.
By standing on the deck and looking down, it was possible to see the dense clusters of laborers. Most of them had purple or gray hair. They were not Marcan, but illegal immigrants smuggled in from other continents. When they worked in places like ports, the Veynic Immigration Bureau simply pretended not to see them.
Scattered among the adult laborers were many child workers moving through the crowd. They were generally frail, and many were even clearly malnourished.
Children were obviously less capable than adult laborers, but also cheaper. Capitalists did not choose child labor out of kindness, but because, after calculating the costs, they found it to be more profitable.
It was a scene of clear stratification and sharp contrast. Looking up revealed a scene of a bustling harbor and the skyscrapers beyond it, a fully modern metropolis. Looking down at what lay at your feet revealed what might as well be a completely different world altogether. It was out of place, and yet undeniably real.
The passengers disembarked from another deck. Pu’er still perched on Karon’s shoulder, and he still held the golden retriever’s leash. After disembarking, they arrived at an open area that held several parked cars, as well as a group of bodyguards wearing suits and standing stiffly upright.
At the front, serving as the welcoming representative, was a middle-aged man in a wheelchair.
Before disembarking, Ms. Jenny had already mentioned that the person greeting them at the port was Mr. Mike, who was Eunice’s second uncle. The woman had also mentioned that Mr. Mike had lost both of his legs in an accident and...
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