Three in the afternoon, Changyu Shipbuilding Factory.
The open-air yard was a shower of sparks, filled with smoke and dust, and roaring noise.
The Water Anti-Smuggling Department didn't have other work for the moment, and Han Yu wasn't comfortable letting others refit his own anti-smuggling boat, so these past few days he rushed to the yard at first light, worked together with the workers, and by the end of the day his mask was pitch-black, his clothes blotched, and his hands greasy.
There weren't many refit items on paper, but the amount of work was anything but small.
When they did the design earlier, the ship design experts had drawn on foreign experience and fully considered the crew's comfort while sailing at sea, and the endurance requirement proposed by the General Administration of Customs hadn't been very high, so the fuel tanks, fresh-water tanks, and the compartments for storing food weren't large.
