The Mysterious Stone Slate

Chen Fan returned to the side of the dock after the phone conversation ended. Once there, he used the tip of his foot to nudge Wang Bing, who was squatting on the floor, playing with some ants.

"Go and find a team of renovators to renovate the whole dock, and change the signboard while you are at it." Chen Fan pointed with high spirits at the shipyard's perimeter walls, which had some red bricks exposed on them.

"Do you also want to make take out some advertisements at the television station?" Wang Bing asked, as he stood up. "Nowadays, everything is about advertising. As long as you are willing to fork out more money, customers' orders are guaranteed to keep on coming. I can foresee that we will be building spaceships after a few years of building seaships."