The magnificent convoy headed west and finally stopped by the boundary waters between the two cities.
Across the boundary waters is Shencheng, one of the inland economic hubs.
These two cities, significant in Shenzhou, face each other across the water. Once they were close yet far, now they are integrated like blood relatives.
On the boundary waters resembling blood vessels.
A luxurious yacht was moored.
On the shore.
Men in suits lined up in two rows, facing each other, forming a welcoming aisle.
Ye Tingxuan got out of the car, casually walking alone towards the luxurious yacht.
"Uncle Jiang."
When he boarded the ship, he had not yet changed his clothes, wearing a short-sleeve shirt, shorts, and basketball shoes, young and sunny, vastly different from his legendary image.
Thus goes the first principle in dealing with people.
Never judge a book by its cover.
