"Because now we have something to study," Fu Cheng said, looking out the window. "With this data, meteorologists can figure out how to make predictions. It's like a sharpshooter—he can only make his most accurate shot after the target appears."
Shen Lu shrugged. 'Well, I don't really get it, but it's good that we have it, I guess.'
According to the latest weather forecast, there would be gale-force winds all day, with an 80% chance of rain at night.
Shen Lu pinched the bridge of her nose. In weather like this, she'd be lucky to get over a hundred customers.
But in all likelihood, they wouldn't get a single one.
After clearing their noses, Wang Daguo and Xin Yu washed their faces and hands, put on their uniforms, and got to work with a grunt.
