The flying car came to a stop, Lin Xiaosu got off the car.
The first glance after getting off, he was moved by the majestic military prowess of the Southwest Military District.
The military camp has this magical charm that captivates everyone who enters it.
Such should be the mighty steel army.
In silent admiration, he saw a person in front of him.
This person, dressed in white, looked quite ordinary.
Yet, the one beside him had a calm and extraordinary demeanor, must be a master among masters.
The man in white smiled and reached out: "Mr. Lin, I am Bai Shui!"
Bai Shui, the chief planner of Qianlong.
Lin Xiaosu had truly heard of him for a long time.
He extended his hand and gently shook hands with Bai Shui: "Mr. Bai is here too?"
"The situation is special, requiring me to act as the liaison between Qianlong and the military district. It's wonderful that you could come, Mr. Lin," Bai Shui said. "Shall we talk in the tea room?"
"Sure, Mr. Bai, please!"
