Gu Nianzhi took another look at Qin Baye's Cadillac. She pursed her lips and thought to herself, this old man is so rich..
Not only did he ride in the limousine, he even brought a Cadillac with him.
The car drove to the empty space in front of them and slowly stopped.
Seeing that he had arrived, the people in the other two cars also got off.
One was Luo Le, and the other was the deputy chief consul of the Soviet embassy, Peter and Huo Shaoheng.
Luo Le was the first to walk out and wave at Qin Baye's car. He smiled and said, "Old Mr. Qin, you're finally here."
Qin Baye glanced at Luo Le and then at the diplomat, Peter, who got out of the Soviet Embassy's car. He snorted lightly and signaled for his men to open the car door for him.
With his crutches, he stepped on the grass beside Tunguska sinkhole.
The early morning wind blew from the sinkhole, bringing with it water vapor. It was bone-chilling.
