At this moment, Qin Feng is by the river, watching the underwater divers recover.
It's true what they say: money makes the world go round.
Even late at night, as long as the money is right, the diving team is online 24/7, ready at your beck and call.
Standing next to Qin Feng is another young officer.
He takes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulls out two sticks, hands one to Qin Feng, and puts the other in his own mouth.
After lighting the cigarettes, the two of them quietly smoke, watching the divers work in the water.
There are three divers in total, all in a line, each equipped with gear, wearing goggles, and carrying oxygen tanks.
After smoking for a while, the young officer turns and asks, "Mr. Li, diving at night probably isn't cheap, right?"
Li Jian turns his head, twitches his mouth, and replies, "Of course, it isn't."
"Before, recovering a body during the day only cost 1,000 bucks. Guess how much this time?"
The young officer raises two thumbs: "Double?"
