Azur Lane: The Tragic Admiral’s Azur Life

Chapter 632 Anshan is unhappy

Yang Sikang did not invite the two Anshan-class ship ladies to visit, so Yang Sikang simply ignored it, and then Haman took control of the Gu Diao to enter the dock and berth.

The accommodation that Donghuang arranged for Yang Sikang and his party was quite luxurious. Although it was not as ostentatiously set up as a special villa area like Baiying, the internal conditions and decoration were quite grand.

Yang Sikang didn't care much about this. He had just arrived in the port area and he really needed some time to adjust his physical condition.

"What a great port."

Huayuan walked into Yang Sikang's room, looked at the maids who were helping him organize his belongings, and asked:

"Commander, how long are we going to stay here?"

"A month, maybe a little longer, it depends on the situation."

Yang Sikang shrugged and chuckled.

Huayuan saw that his plan was normal, but what mattered most was whether Anshan and the others found out about it.

"Before I came here, I didn't expect to encounter that kind of unusual sea area on the way. Now that I have encountered it, it wouldn't be appropriate to leave without solving it."

"I knew you would say this, so can you leave the negotiation work to me?"

Yang Sikang looked at Huayuan, who smiled and said:

"I'm also very interested in the ship girls in Donghuang and want to chat with them."

Yang Sikang shook his head:

"No, I'll do it here."

Yang Sikang took out a document package from what he brought, opened it, took out a document from it, and handed it to Hua Yuan.

"I'll leave the above matters to you."

Huayuan glanced at it and nodded.

"I see, you and Zhenhai are already cooperating. Understand, no one else will know about these things."

The garden left happily, and Belfast and Hermione, who had just packed their things next to them, also stopped.

"Master, what about us?"

Belfast asked with a smile. In the past, she should have done this kind of thing, but now Yang Sikang has left all these things to the garden, so it can be expected that she will be more leisurely during her stay in Donghuang.

"For now, let's rest first."

Yang Sikang smiled and said:

"Anyway, Anshan and the others should be here after we rest for a while."

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In another office at the port, Anshan stuffed himself into a soft sofa, feeling glum.

Frankly speaking, she didn't want to deal with the commander named Yang Sikang at all.

That guy was capable, that was a fact, but she just didn't want to deal with him.

Anshan clearly remembered what happened the last time he dealt with him. He was teased by several other ship girls in his own fleet. It was still embarrassing to think about it now.

"Why did Zhenhai want me to come... Well, I hope he can leave soon. But these people don't seem to think so."

Anshan opened his personal terminal and looked at the conspicuous 99+ on the mailbox icon with great resistance.

The name Yang Sikang has become popular in various major forums and groups in Donghuang. It is strangely impossible to find out who started publicizing things about him in the first place, but the authenticity is surprisingly high.

Because of his various characteristics that are different from ordinary people, and because he himself has long admitted that he comes from another world, his reputation has naturally been widely spread in Donghuang.

Anshan doesn't think it's a big deal about this. This kind of thing is big or small, and it's nothing that needs too much attention.

But then, the people who noticed Yang Sikang began to change from ordinary netizens to some investors.

Regardless of nationality, any company that does well in business is undoubtedly a guy with a keen sense of smell.

They sensed the man's huge commercial value, but were unable to touch him due to his identity and location.

And now, he came to Donghuang, right at this port.

You can imagine what happened next. The gold brick knocked on the door and the favor opened the way. It can be said that the eight immortals crossed the sea and showed their magical powers.

There is nothing that Anshan can do to connect with Yang Sikang. Donghuang does have other Zhenhai and Yixian, but firstly, there are not many of them. Secondly, they are now busy dealing with the endless stream of speculators, and there is no one at all. null.

As a ship girl who had contact with Yang Sikang and received the only gift from Yang Sikang, Anshan was now free, so she was naturally captured.

"Sister Anshan, another document has been delivered to your desk."

Taiyuan walked in as she spoke. It was obvious that she had brought those documents.

"Okay, I'll take a look right away. Are Fushun and Changchun causing trouble? If they act nonsense at this time, I'll be really angry."

"Don't worry, Sister Anshan. I asked Ji'an to keep an eye on them. If they mess around, I'll let them eat Ji'an's stew next time."

"Hmm, isn't Jian's stew too harsh? Forget it, in this case they shouldn't dare to cause trouble."

Anshan hesitated for only a second. When she thought about the consequences if Fushun ran to Yang Sikang's command ship and set off fireworks, she suddenly felt that it was quite appropriate to treat Ji'an's stew as punishment.

"Zhenhai said they won't be in a hurry to leave, and they might stay with us for a while. We can't let anything go wrong before they leave."

Taiyuan nodded in agreement when he heard Anshan's words.

"This is the first time that Commander Yang has come to our Donghuang. It would be embarrassing if something went wrong while he was doing his job as a landlord."

"Speaking of which, Zhenhai said there is a missile launcher on Commander Yang's command ship. Taiyuan, do you want to ask?"

Taiyuan thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Isn't it still possible? I feel like it's not appropriate for me to ask."

"Well, that's true. But I've already taken the Seal of the Four Gods he gave me, so it's even more inappropriate to speak like this again."

Anshan turned over depressedly, lying on the sofa and said:

"But everyone in the family wants to know what happened to his missiles, what should I do?"

Taiyuan had no choice but to sit next to Anshan and worry together.

When the two sisters were thinking seriously, there was a sudden rustling sound on the ceiling.

Taiyuan and Anshan suddenly came to their senses. The two sisters looked at each other and became silent in tacit agreement.

About a minute later, a spot on the ceiling was suddenly carefully moved away a little.

"It's so quiet. Changchun, are you sure that Taiyuan and Anshan are both in the office?"

"Of course I'm sure. I saw Taiyuan go in holding documents."

The two voices were so low that you couldn't hear them if you didn't listen carefully.

As long as there are other sounds in the room, it's easy to ignore the smiling voice.

But because the two people in the room happened to be worrying, the room was very quiet, and the conversation could be heard clearly.

Anshan had turned over and looked at the ceiling, staring at the ceiling that had been moved a crack.

After a few more minutes, the ceiling was carefully moved away bit by bit, and then half of the head was carefully poked out, just in time to meet the eyes of Anshan, who was facing up.

There was a brief silence.

The ceiling was put back into place with a swish, and a rushing sound that was no longer suppressed came from the ceiling.

At the same time, Anshan's voice also rang in the office.

"Fushun!! I will send you to eat the stew made by Ji'an!!!"