"Can't you just speak properly?"
"I'm being serious, okay."
...
Song Yun and Wang Ling chatted sporadically, and before they knew it, a few hours had passed, and the plane had arrived at Western Border.
After getting off the plane, two Mercedes G500s that were prepared in advance were parked in front of them.
Song Yun, Wang Ling, Daoist Qingxu, and Qing Nian took one car, while Morris, Oro, Li Huanxin, and Maisy Lin took the other.
The GPS had already been set, and the two G500s headed toward Hetian.
When the cars reached a barren land, Song Yun realized it was understandable that Wang Ling could buy this land for less than ten million.
Aside from a patch of dry land and a few scattered plants, there was nothing here.
In short, on the surface, there was no development value here.
The two G500s stopped near the mine pit, and after getting out, a gust of wind carrying sand swept through, bringing a slight chill.
