The boat was moving slowly, and the reunion time for Liu Zhizhong and Hamuer also seemed slow.
Slow, and leisurely.
No tourists could be as hopeful as them, enjoying time as they did.
Near noon, the boat reached the end against the current and then sailed downstream.
The old leader and the former subordinate planned to have an ordinary lunch in the scenic area.
The food doesn't have to be great; the friendship matters. Reunion and hope are even better.
During lunch, Liu Zhizhong mentioned accompanying him back to Shuangxin Courtyard in the afternoon; he wanted to take a look. The equipment should still be there; he wanted to do some fishing.
Hamuer said it was fine; he had a set of keys with him. Another set was taken by a big shot from the province, reportedly someone from the Qian Family.
Liu Zhizhong understood at once, it must have been Brother Xuan who sent someone to fetch it.
