What This Man Possessed

Outside the bungalow.

'Retro transportation...' Lin Zida looked at the short, sturdy Dongdong and found himself speechless for a moment.

For some reason, an image suddenly surfaced in his mind: a steam train's whistle blared, black smoke billowed from its chimney, and it carried passengers toward a new era, while nobles in luxurious carriages laughed as they chased after the train.

When Lin Zida was little, he thought those nobles were pathetic—shortsighted fools who had no idea how terrifying technological progress could be.

But after growing up and thinking it over carefully, he realized—they were nobles! What the hell was pathetic about that?

"Fine." Lin Zida stopped inviting him.

Carrying a large bag of equipment, he slowly walked to the back of the G-Wagon and put it in the trunk.

Lin Zida was exhausted and complained, "Why the hell aren't you getting out to help me?"

Zhuang Jianhui remained comfortably seated in the car, enjoying the warm air. "I need to save my strength for fishing. Why didn't you ask Boss Yang to help?"

Lin Zida said, "We're going out on the ice today. Boss Yang partnered up with someone and took a ton of meal orders. His phone's about to smoke from ringing."

As he spoke, he opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. Before leaving, he even greeted Jiang Ning.

Seeing that they had already set off, Xue Yuantong hurriedly said, "Jiang Ning, hurry up, or everyone else will catch all our fish!"

Jiang Ning remained calm. "Haste makes waste."

Chen Siyu pulled her sister over and asked, "Jiang Ning, this tent is huge. How are we supposed to get it over there?"

Jiang Ning glanced at the tent folded into a thick stack. Indeed, the ice-fishing tent Lin Zida had provided was enormous, large enough