"Trouble, Yuan Zhenren can't swim!"
Wang Xuance saw some clues and quickly shouted to Sun Simiao.
Hearing his shout, Fang Er ignored the yellowish water and leaped into it.
Sun Simiao also quickly pulled Yuan Tiangang's head out of the water. He saw that his eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, and his lips were purple, which looked very frightening.
"Old Yuan? Are you dead? If you're not dead, make a sound?"
But Yuan Tiangang didn't respond at all, looking completely like he had drowned.
Fang Er's heart skipped a beat. Could he have died just like that?
This was the outstanding chemistry student of the Tang Dynasty. If he died, who would he look to for miracles in the future?
Sun Simiao's previous anger had also dissipated by more than half. He worriedly placed his hand on Yuan Tiangang's pulse.
After a moment, his brow unfurrowed, a sly smile curved his lips, and he said to Wang Xuance, "Quickly go to the homes of those craftsmen and get a bowl of boy's urine~"
Fang Er heard this and was completely confused.
Boy's urine?
Wasn't this thing used for exorcism?
Could it be used to save drowning people?
But before he could figure it out, he heard a barely audible sound from beside him.
"Squeak!"
A mouse?
This was Fang Er's first reaction, but he quickly looked at Yuan Tiangang in surprise.
Damn it, could it be him?
But Sun Simiao acted as if he hadn't heard anything and urged Wang Xuance, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry and find the boy's urine. If it's too late, I'm afraid our fellow Daoist Yuan's life will be in danger~"
As he finished speaking, Yuan Tiangang on the ground twitched his face several times, then opened his eyes, turned over, and got up.
Then he quickly moved away from Sun Simiao and hid behind Fang Er, trembling.
"Squeak squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeak!"
"You fellow, I was just playing a joke on you, is it worth trying to kill this poor Daoist?"
Fang Er looked back at him as if he had seen a ghost. Was this still the Yuan Tiangang he knew?
Didn't Sun Simiao say before that he had a "death-defying" constitution, meaning he wouldn't die no matter how reckless he was?
After choking on a few mouthfuls of seawater, did his "death-defying" constitution instantly break down?
"Stop pretending, why don't you continue pretending?"
"Let me tell you, regarding today's matter, this poor Daoist and you are not finished~"
Sun Simiao didn't bother with him. After a round of threats, he jumped into the sea again to wash his body.
Just now, because he was too worried about Yuan Tiangang getting into trouble, now that he had calmed down, Fang Er could smell the foul odor.
He looked at the clothes on his body and quickly stripped them off until he was only wearing his underpants, then jumped in.
Even after scrubbing his skin until it was red, he still felt it was very smelly~
He no longer had the mind to argue with Yuan Tiangang. He called Wang Xuance to bring the yacht over and took them onto the "Lie Ri" (Blazing Sun).
Back in the luxurious suite on the top floor, after washing several more times, he felt a little more comfortable.
Three "Zhonghua Fuxing" (Chinese Revival) ships started up and slowly sailed eastward against the sunrise.
However, after staying on the ship with Cheng Yaojin and the others for two days, Fang Er became a little impatient. This thing was indeed luxurious, but it ran too slowly!
The cruising speed of 18 knots, converted, was only 33 kilometers per hour.
Even with the assistance of radar and sonar, it could sail 24 hours a day without stopping, but it could only travel about 800 kilometers a day. To reach San Francisco, it would take at least half a month of sailing!
By the time they sailed over so slowly, Li Xiaogong and Li Ji would probably have maggots!
"Old Wang, go prepare the helicopter. We'll fly over!"
Fang Er, who had lost his patience, shouted to Wang Xuance through the walkie-talkie.
Cheng Yaojin heard the sound and walked over wearing a pure cotton bathrobe, holding a cup of blood-red 1982 Lafite.
"Gulp gulp~~"
He took a sip, swished it in his mouth, and then spat it back into the cup, a look of disgust on his face.
"This is so sour, even a dog wouldn't want it! I really don't know how Old Chai can drink it~"
He casually threw the wine and the cup into the trash can and then continued to look at Fang Er.
"Just now, from what you said, you want to go ahead first?"
"Don't blame your brother for not reminding you. If you don't take us guys with you, be careful your butt gets spanked."
Fang Er grinned and said, "What's there to be worried about? Let's go together~"
"You go find my father-in-law and the others first. I'll go and brief the sailors."
After saying that, he got up and left the suite for the bridge's cockpit.
Fu En was busy with a few sailors, and all the monitors were lit up, showing the underwater and surrounding terrain clearly.
After greeting them, Fang Er called Fu En aside and spread out the map he had brought with him on the table to explain the matters that needed attention along the way.
"The supplies are in the large cargo hold below the deck, including enough fuel for you to reach your destination."
"The map might have some errors. You need to mark the places where the actual situation differs from the map."
"The 'Ming Yue' (Bright Moon) and 'Fan Xing' (Swarms of Stars) have brothers from the Tianhuo Army. If there's anything, discuss it with Zhuzi and Zhang Tian."
"Also, keep an eye on those officials on the ship. If you find any with improper conduct, write them all down."
The more Fu En listened, the more flustered he became. This sounded like he was making final arrangements!
He quickly asked nervously, "My Lord, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing. This ship is too slow. I'll fly ahead first, and you can take your time on the road." Fang Er patted him on the shoulder and then turned and left the bridge.
Fu En breathed a sigh of relief, but then he wanted to say something, only to find that he had already walked far away.
On the deck, the helicopter had already been started for a while. Cheng Yaojin and Chai Shao were already waiting in the cabin.
"Kid, you should modify this cabin too. When will you replace these hard seats with those soft sofas?"
Seeing him come up, Chai Shao pointed at the seats and complained.
What was that saying?
It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality!
After experiencing the supporting facilities in the luxurious suite on the ship, he was completely dissatisfied with the things in the cabin~
Fang Er grinned at him and said, "Father-in-law, you are right. How about you write down your requirements, and I'll have the workshop customize one for you?"
As soon as he said this, the others couldn't sit still.
"Brother, this won't do. Good things should be shared by everyone. How can it be just for Old Chai!"
"Exactly, exactly. We should get one each, shouldn't we?"
"Yes, at most you name a price. After all, we haven't earned much by doing business with you these years. We can afford it!"
Seeing them chattering and egging him on, clearly unwilling to stop unless he agreed, Fang Er readily nodded.
He signaled Wang Xuance to take off, then took out a small notebook from his怀, preparing paper and pen to record.
"Come on, tell me your requirements, what needs to be modified, and I'll give you a quote for each item!"
"Sofas, right? Okay, a single sofa costs two thousand guan."
"Solid wood flooring? That's fine too. We'll use the best small-leaf sandalwood for the entire thing, ten thousand guan."
"You want carpets too? No problem, five hundred guan per square meter."
"You also want a display screen that can play elimination games, right? One thousand guan each~"