Fill up.
Drink enough.
Back to the office. Listening to music, drinking tea, watching Tiangong's progress. On the first day, the process is not too familiar, and the progress is not fast, but Tang Qing is not pursuing speed.
But accuracy.
If it's low.
It's a loss for the owner.
If it's high.
It's a loss for the buyer, Tiangong must balance well to go further.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly.
A message flashed before his eyes, Tang Qing smiled, the content was simple---a reality show actor is about to take the stage. As the director and the only audience, Tang Qing naturally had to go cheer.
In the next moment.
The scene turned into a sea.
...
Malacca Strait.
"Hot!"
"So hot!"
"Tired!"
"So tired!"
"..."
Vika held onto a foam box with both hands, floating on the sea surface, rocking up and down with the waves. This was not rafting on an inflatable raft, one night, to avoid losing two most important partners.
Dare not sleep.
Tired.
Sleepy.
Exhausted.
