Feng Jun was not worried at all that Dong Zenghong might discover what he had done last night.
Even if he did, so what? It was five thousand meters underground. Let them dig if they wanted to. Forget an individual—even with the power of a nation, they might not be able to make much of a disturbance. At the very least, Poland was too small; its national strength was probably insufficient.
Hearing Dong Zenghong mutter, Zhang Dongyuan also turned his binoculars over. After taking a careful look, he muttered softly, "Where are you looking? Why can't I see anything wrong?"
Dong Zenghong had been about to say that something about the snowfield looked strange, but then he reconsidered. I'm here to inspect feng shui. Why am I talking about snow? "Mm, just saying... Everything is white all around. It really affects visibility."
After a while, he still could not let it go. "Feng Mountain Lord, do you have any snowmobiles?"
"What are you thinking?" Feng Jun rolled his eyes at him. "Do I need to get you some sled dogs too? I can provide some means of transportation, but please, don't be so professional, okay? I do have a submarine... Want one?"
"If it's a one-man submarine, I'll take one," Dong Zenghong joked as well. "You have skis, right? I'll go have some fun."
Feng Jun casually shook his head. "With only a few centimeters of snow, what exactly are you going to do?"
"Then let's go for a walk outside," Zhang Dongyuan suggested. "There's no point just sitting around."
The two of them had only been out for around ten minutes when the snowfall intensified. Seeing that, they hurried back, stumbling through the snow.
Feng Jun shook his head, caught between laughter and tears. "You two are artificial snow