At the bungalow door.
'Retro transportation tool...' Lin Zida looked at the short, stout Dongdong, feeling quite speechless for a moment.
For some reason, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind: when the steam train's whistle blew, the chimney spewed black smoke, carrying passengers towards a new era, while a noble driving a luxury carriage chased the train, laughing.
As a child, Lin Zida thought the nobles were pitiful, short-sighted, unaware of the fearsome advancement of technology.
However, growing up, upon careful thought, "They are nobles! What's so pitiful about them?"
"Alright." Lin Zida stopped inviting.
He dragged his large pack of gear, slowly walking to the back of the G-class, and placed the gear into the trunk.
Exhausted, Lin Zida complained, "You're not getting out to help me!"
Zhuang Jianhui remained seated inside the car, enjoying the warm air: "I need to conserve energy for fishing, why don't you let Boss Yang help you?"
