Nanjiang Province's capital is Jiangzhou City.
Lingjiang is 300 kilometers away from Jiangzhou by car, with a highway stretching the entire way.
Throughout the trip, Lu Feng talked nonstop like a machine gun, and the car filled with smoke as the two chatted about the military.
A bit over an hour later, Song Guanchao's phone rang; Fu Ying had replied.
"How did you know I was at the Party School?"
"I am, after all, a squad leader, and I blend well with my classmates. I'm quite good at getting the inside scoop."
"You're in the capital?"
"An old classmate is still so astute."
"I'll treat you to dinner."
"I still have a bit to go; I estimate I'll arrive by eleven."
"Okay, then I'll go to the restaurant first and send you the address later."
Half an hour later, Fu Ying sent over the restaurant's address.
At ten forty, the car arrived at the restaurant's parking lot.
Song Guanchao said, "I'm going to meet someone. You just grab something to eat, but don't drink any alcohol."
