After leaving the Changlin Factory, Lin Chuan felt a blast of hot wind on his face.
Outside on the street, tents were being set up one after another, and barbecue stalls were already out. Many stall owners were busy claiming their spots.
No one dared to mess with Zhao Zhonghai's spot.
"Zhao Ge, you've started setting up the stall already?" Lin Chuan asked with a smile.
"Yeah," Zhao Zhonghai nodded. He put down what he was doing, wiped his wet hands on his apron, then handed Lin Chuan a cigarette and said, "You've been quite busy lately, always popping in and out like a phantom."
"I'm not as busy as you are," Lin Chuan bantered.
"I need to talk to you about something," Zhao Zhonghai started.
"What is it?" Lin Chuan asked.
"I might be leaving Jiangbei City soon," Zhao Zhonghai said.
"Why?" Lin Chuan frowned.
"The organization has called me back," Zhao Zhonghai said solemnly, "That's why I have to return."
"That's good news," Lin Chuan was taken aback, "Why so somber?"
