At 7:45 in the morning, Wang Xiangguang came to the Binjiang Port Passenger Pier to see off a friend.
Unexpectedly, from just after seven o'clock, he had been waiting until eleven in the noon, and even though more than three hours had passed since the departure time, tickets had yet to be checked, causing passengers to grumble with complaints, and Wang Xiangguang also grew increasingly anxious.
Seeing a policewoman walking by, he approached her and asked, "Comrade, these days following the holiday, Changhang Passenger Transport should be in its off-season, with fewer ships on the river; why are there delays?"
"There are not a few ships on the river, lots of eel fishing boats; they're blocking the waterway, so the passenger ships really can't get through."
"The Yangtze River is not the sea, this is a waterway not a fishing ground; what are the eel boats doing here?"
"Fishing for eel fry."
"Aren't eels supposed to live in the sea; how come there are some in the river?"
