Yang Fan was sitting in a seven-seater business van, which had traveled several hundred meters and made a left turn.
The unexpected event suddenly occurred.
"Woo!"
Accompanied by a ghostly wail, the airflow suddenly became fierce.
The more than two-ton hybrid business van actually began to sway slightly in the wind.
"Shush! Shush!"
Intense sounds came from the roof of the car.
The driver, Old Liu, looked visibly shaken.
Chairman Huo Xianglin was still clueless about the situation, asking, "Old Liu, is it raining?"
Old Liu appeared a bit tense: "Chairman Huo, it's not rain."
"Shush! Shush!"
The sounds became even denser.
The female secretary, Ling Shuiling, had already seen what was outside and spoke with a tremor in her voice: "Chairman Huo, it seems like black sand."
She swallowed and emphasized: "A lot, a lot of sand."
Huo Xianglin finally realized something was wrong: "What's going on?"
The atmosphere inside the car turned tense.
