Corpse Recovery Diver

At noon, boxed lunches were delivered to the construction site.

There wasn't any special categorization of people; whoever was hungry just went and took one, then found a place to either stand or squat and eat.

Simple dishes: salted edamame, stir-fried greens, and gluten with braised meat, mostly gluten, with only a few pieces of meat.

But for some reason, the white styrofoam box with the coarse disposable chopsticks looked incredibly appetizing.

After lunch, the authorities began to arrange for the evacuation of personnel.

The first to evacuate were the workers originally on the site, who didn't know exactly what happened due to confidentiality reasons. With the year coming to an end, they were reluctant to leave the site at this time.

Fortunately, a relevant leader came forward to guarantee, and the site manager was asked to distribute the year's wages in advance, which made the workers leave happily.

Xue Liangliang pursed his lips and said, "It's not easy. These days, going out to work, the worst fear is delayed wages. Our guarantees in this area are really not enough; we need to think of ways to continue promoting implementation."

Li Zhiyuan unscrewed a bottle of water, took a sip, and his attention was drawn to the large trucks driving in and the few extra boats on the lake.

People continued to evacuate, and Mr. Luo's team was among the last few batches. As they boarded the bus and drove out, there was a "boom boom boom!" noise from the lake.

Everyone on the bus started discussing:

"Are they detonating something?"

"Yeah, it's probably blowing up in the lake."

"Is it one of those depth charges?"

"Like the ones in movies used to blow up submarines?"

"Oh my gosh, do those things really exist?"

"Will they be able to explode it out?"

"Even if they do, you won't see it. They've blocked the area; once the restrictions are lifted, everything will be cleaned up."

"I really wish I could stay and see it with my own eyes. It would be something to boast about on future dates instead of having nothing to say."

Mr. Luo couldn't help but cough heavily a few times, and the bus quickly fell silent. Everyone sat up straight and stopped talking.

As they approached the guesthouse, Mr. Luo stood up and moved to the front of the bus, turning to face everyone inside:

"You all know what should and shouldn't be said. Be careful, keep your mouths shut, and remember to have some political conscience."

Everyone responded in unison.

After getting off the bus, Li Zhiyuan and Xue Liangliang were called into a room by Mr. Luo.

Judging by Mr. Luo's expression, today's events were not the most bizarre or serious in his career; what he had told them about the Ji'an Goguryeo Tomb was far more severe.

It was a simple conversation intended as a preamble.

"Xiao Yuan, next semester you won't be spending much time at school."

"I know, teacher. I want to get out and work."

"Yes, no matter how well you study, you need more practical experience; theory needs to come with practice.

After the New Year, I'll have Liangliang lead a team by himself. Wherever technical support or assistance is needed, that's where you'll go. Don't be afraid of hardship and make more trips.

Liangliang, Xiao Yuan is still young, you need to take good care of him."

"Haha, don't worry, I will," replied Xue Liangliang with a smile. He was well aware that once they took out Xiao Yuan, it was unclear who would end up taking care of whom.

Seeing his playful smile, Mr. Luo couldn't help but scold, "You rascal, be serious."

Xue Liangliang immediately stood up straight.

As serious as he was, when he was upright, he looked just like the figures on old Chinese New Year posters; no wonder he could make the Bai family's lady fall in love.

Mr. Luo put down his teacup, reached out to adjust Xue Liangliang's collar, which wasn't crooked, and spoke earnestly:

"Be more stable and responsible. Always remember that what we're doing may not be as enduring as Li Bing's achievements, but at the very least, it should last a hundred years, and don't forget the sense of responsibility you carry."

Xue Liangliang nodded vigorously, "I know, teacher."

Li Zhiyuan understood that this was essentially paving a path. At such a young age, being able to lead a team independently, every task would be a qualification and a step up.

This was an opportunity for growth that ordinary people could only wish for, and most importantly, the results of the training would be guaranteed to pay off in the future.

He himself was, in a way, benefitting from Brother Liangliang's light; otherwise, with just his freshman year education and current age, even if Mr. Luo wanted to provide special training, there wouldn't be much he could do.

But it also meant that his future experiences with Zou Jiang would become more complex and diverse.

The range of topics set by the questioner would broaden, and the waves he faced would be more perilous.

However, Li Zhiyuan didn't feel scared; instead, he was quite excited and eagerly looking forward to it now.

Mr. Luo: "I'm heading back to Jinling. Do you want to come with me? You can take my car."

Li Zhiyuan: "Teacher, I've already started my winter break."

Xue Liangliang: "Teacher, I want to go home and take a look."

"Well, then stay home and have a good New Year. I have a feeling that in the future, when things get really busy, going home to celebrate a peaceful New Year with family will be a luxury."

The two accompanied Mr. Luo downstairs, watched him get into his car and leave, then Xue Liangliang let out a long breath and said to Li Zhiyuan:

"Xiao Yuan, what Mr. Luo said is true. You'll be very busy next year, and there will be fewer chances to go home."

Li Zhiyuan glanced at Xue Liangliang.

Xue Liangliang blushed.

Silent, yet full of communication.

No matter how busy, it hasn't stopped you from frequently returning to Nantong for river jumps, nor hindered you from creating a child.