For now.
“Wan Hai has frozen us. A surveyor is coming. They’ll cut our seals, open the container, and find nothing but air. Then Wan Hai will bill us for the air, plus damages, plus the surveyor’s coffee.” wan hai telex
Tzeo almost laughed. “You don’t fight a Wan Hai telex. You survive it.” Three days later, the surveyor arrived by launch. Mr. Hsu was a thin man with glasses and a briefcase that probably contained more legal force than a gun. He said nothing. He simply nodded at the container, watched as the seals were cut, and photographed the hollow interior with the patience of a tomb robber. For now
“The Wan Hai telex, Captain?” Kim asked. open the container
Kim swallowed. “Can we fight it?”