Xu Xiangbei came up with an idea. He took a puff of his cigarette and said with a sly grin, "Since there's a birthday party on the yacht, do you want to get on board and have some fun?"
"How do we get there? It's not a bus. You can't just wave it down to stop?"
"I have a way."
Xu Xiangbei showed Ah Rong a message sent by Shan Mingzhi: "Their route is from Jiangxin Island to Jiangcheng. They need to restock Jiangxian in Jiangcheng and are expected to arrive this evening. We can disguise ourselves as delivery workers for the Jiangxian supplies."
"Disguise as delivery workers? Is the Jiangxian company delivering to the yacht owned by your family?"
"It's not my family's, but it's owned by a friend of mine."
At Jiangcheng Pier, Qian Yaoguang, dressed in a sleek suit with slicked-back hair, leaned against his Mercedes, smoking. A silver Porsche sped up and drifted to a stop in front of him with an exciting screech.
