Two hours later, Song Xiaodong had already reached the summit of Xiaoping Mountain.
The summit of Xiaoping Mountain is somewhat distinctive; it's not pointed but flat. At some point in time, someone built a small pavilion here. Later, the government renovated it, and in the summertime, quite a few people would come here to visit.
However, it's about to be November now, and the weather has turned cold. The tree leaves on the mountainside have all fallen, and no one is willing to come up to the mountain to play anymore. Moreover, it is night, which makes it even less likely for anyone to come.
But now there was a small electric light on in the pavilion, where a man in his forties sat, a pot of liquor on the table. He was pouring and drinking by himself, looking perfectly content. It was none other than Mister Sun Two.
"Sit!" Mister Sun Two extended his hand with an indifferent tone.
