"Yuan Mountain Seafood Farm, this should be the place, right?"
"It's definitely the place, but aren't we a bit too early? It's still morning; does Boss Wang open this early?"
As soon as the morning broke, several cars followed the GPS and parked at the entrance of Yuan Mountain Seafood Farm. A few people stepped out of the cars and began chatting casually.
"Better early than late. Who knows how many people will come here today? If we're late, we won't even get a morsel. So, we wait if we have to."
"I think so too. And I must say, the scenery here is quite nice."
"Right, the scenery of Northern Border is beautiful, but the sights are quite homogenized. This place is distinct and looks pretty good."
Wang Fan wasn't late, but when he arrived with Zhuo Qianqian and Mr. Zhuo, there was already a sizable crowd gathered.
