Feng Jun wasn't worried at all that Dong Zenghong would discover his actions from last night.
Even if he did find out, so what? Digging five thousand meters underground, if you want to dig, go ahead. Don't mention a person, even the power of a country might not cause much of a stir—at least Poland is a bit small for that, and their national strength might not suffice.
Zhang Dongyuan heard Dong Zenghong's muttering and turned his binoculars around to take a closer look. Then he muttered quietly, "Where are you looking? I don't see anything wrong."
Dong Zenghong was about to say that something looked strange in the snow, but then thought, I'm here to assess feng shui, not talk about snow. "Just saying... it's all white, affecting the view."
After a while, he was still a bit unwilling, "Mountain Master Feng, do you have a snowmobile?"
