Zhang Lingchuan swiftly ran towards the bridge.
This was in the outskirts of Qingzhou, in the Qingjiang Rain Mountain area.
Because the water quality was good, plus it was summer, there were some boats for recreation.
People were playing within a certain area on the river.
And there were some boats.
To increase profit, they would overload the boats whenever possible.
"Help! Someone help!"
From the Qingzhou River.
Cries for help came through.
It was an overturned recreational boat.
To be precise, the bottom was a boat, the top was a canopy, and there were no individual seats in between, just a long bench on a basic, unsafe black recreational boat.
In the Qingjiang river basin, in this place called Rain Mountain.
It's quite common.
Because of the good environment.
Plus media coverage.
The ticket for a regular boat here was thirty yuan per person for a half-hour round.
Whereas these black recreational boats were five yuan each.
The same scenery.
The same route.
