On the second day in Jiang City, news came from the dredging team.
At the time, Fu Jichen was in the hotel suite, puffing away, while Lu Yanzhi held a laptop, sitting on the single-seater sofa with the computer on his lap, handling some business affairs.
The room was filled with smoke, and even Lu Yanzhi, a heavy smoker, could barely stand it, coughing twice weakly, leaning over to pick up the tea on the coffee table to moisten his throat, his fingers still on the keyboard, glancing across at the other side.
In less than three days, his friend seemed like a different person; his originally deep brows and eyes had sunken severely due to sleep deprivation, his eyes streaked with red blood vessels, his features even more pronounced, his face gaunt, the lines sharp, and his jaw sprouting a blue stubble, either out of neglect to look in the mirror or having seen and not bothering to care.
