Then, taking the flying car back to the Southern Group, the moment Zhao Jilei stepped onto the car, his gaze was cast towards the rocks by the sea, where his son Zhao Zhen was, along with his son's comrade, Lin Xiaosu.
For the first time in his life, Lin Xiaosu, separated by a hundred meters, saw this legendary private entrepreneur for the first time.
The two did not meet directly, but their eyes met for the first time across a hundred meters.
Zhao Jilei gave him a gentle smile and closed the car door.
The flying car sped away into the sky.
Zhao Zhen shifted his gaze from the flying car to Lin Xiaosu: "Bro, this trip is done. It was as perfect as a textbook example, but there's one thing I still don't understand."
"What is it?"
