Undercurrents churned beneath the azure surface of the sea as flecks of golden sunlight danced on the waves. The sea breeze, thick with the salty tang of the ocean, blew against them.
Song Yuncheng stood on the starboard side of the boat, holding a rock fishing rod like a pro. She was fishing for black porgy and sea bass near the reefs.
Gao Weilin sat in the lounge area, sipping a glass of whiskey with ice and a lemon slice.
As Chen Yansen's new assistant, Meng Yun was also aboard Zhang Chaoyang's yacht. He remained silent, keeping a low profile.
"From the beginning to the end of May, Qian Du Network's market cap evaporated by six billion US dollars. It's a good thing Li Yanhong isn't attending the Mobile Internet Conference. Otherwise, you'd need to bring a few more bodyguards."
Zhang Chaoyang leaned back in his chair, sunglasses on, and chuckled teasingly.
