Wen Shan pursed her lips and returned with the bucket of water. She turned her head three times, but Nalan Chunbo kept staring at her. In the end, she could only leave.
Uncle Liu had taken the money and sold almost all the fish.
"What's Wrong?"Uncle Liu asked with a smile.
Nalan Chunbo looked around the dock. "Uncle Liu, can you help me?"
Uncle Liu smiled. "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Nalan Chunbo carried the water bucket as he walked. He told Uncle Liu that he needed a place that could probably fly two small helicopters, and the wind direction would not change too much. More importantly, he also needed the help of the villagers.
Uncle Liu knew that Nalan Chunbo was going to propose, so he immediately said that he would do his best to help. He would also mobilize everyone in the fishing village to help him.
