"This is the place."
Li Zhiyuan pointed ahead.
It was a construction site that had been cordoned off, seemingly abandoned for quite some time.
At the entrance of the site, there was a security booth with two elderly security guards sitting on stools, each fanning themselves with a palm-leaf fan to cool off.
"Brother Binbin."
Tan Wenbin stepped forward, folding his arms across his chest:
"Your servant is here~"
Li Zhiyuan gestured towards the security booth: "Go and call out to them."
"Your servant obeys~"
Tan Wenbin placed down his backpack full of equipment, and with one hand reaching to the sky and the other supporting the ground, marched off with a resounding gait.
The other three sat down by the roadside.
Yin Meng pulled a bag of pumpkin pies out of his backpack and handed it to Li Zhiyuan.
Li Zhiyuan hesitated to accept, and asked, "Did you make these?"
Yin Meng shook his head: "It's made by the master chef in the canteen."
