Darkness enveloped the temporarily peaceful river embankment. In the temporary shack, Chen Yu used a dim oil lamp and used blackened wood branches to draw a schematic diagram of the "section-by-section embankment consolidation method" on rough paper. The scrape on his arm hurt, but he didn't care.
There were footsteps outside the shed, not the heavy shuffling of a civilian husband. Chen Yu raised his head alertly.
The curtain was opened, and a few people wearing ordinary business clothes, but unable to hide their spirit of brilliance, walked in. The first person was in his mid-thirties, with an elegant face, but there was a sense of alienation and a trace of imperceptible fatigue in his eyebrows. He glanced at the drawing in Chen Yu's hand and paused slightly.
"Is this Mr. Chen Yu who turned the tide?" The visitor spoke in a calm voice.
"That's right. Your Excellency?"
"I was passing by a business trip and saw the crisis here, so I tried my best to send some food over." The visitor smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on Chen Yu's bleeding arm, "Sir, are you injured? I have some good gold sore medicine, if you don't mind..." He took out a delicate small porcelain bottle from his arms.
Chen Yu thanked him and took it. His tentacles were warm and moist. It was definitely not something that ordinary business travelers could use. He was even more vigilant in his heart and said calmly: "Thank you very much. I wonder if you are also interested in river management?"
