Lin Qiyan said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Let me ask around first. I'll get back to you once I have an answer."
"Sorry to trouble you. My name is Xie Lingxun. Just call me at this number when the time comes."
Lin Qiyan hung up and looked at Lu Ao and the others. "So, what do you think? Are you taking it?"
Without waiting for Lu Ao to answer, he added, "It's actually a pretty good deal. Three thousand yuan a day—fifteen thousand for five days."
Lu Ao lazily stretched out his long legs and leaned against the railing. "No. Didn't we lend the boat to you?"
"We don't really need such a big boat. If you have work, just mention it to Professor Huang, and we can rent a smaller boat instead."
"No need. After all the back-and-forth, there won't be much profit left after fuel and labor costs." Lu Ao looked at the still-clear sky. "Besides, a typhoon will hit in a couple of days. It's too dangerous to go out fishing."
"Didn't they say it hasn't been confirmed yet?"
Lu Ao said with certainty, "There'll definitely be a typhoon."
Lin Qiyan did not quite believe him, but since Lu Ao had said so, he found it hard to argue.
Lu Ao stood up. "Let's go underwater and take a look first."
Coming back to himself, Lin Qiyan hurriedly put on his gear.
He had been diving every day these past few days to film underwater footage, and his diving skills had improved by leaps and bounds as a result.
He had only just finished dressing when Lu Ao leaned back and, with a splash, flipped straight into the water.
The next second, Lu Ao surfaced and looked at him.
Lin Qiyan