No wonder super rich people would buy a yacht when they had the money; it felt great to sail freely in the open sea.
There were no zebra crossings, no traffic lights, no pedestrians, and no vehicles; one could just pilot the boat however they wanted. The strong sea breeze with a hint of saltiness blew against Zian's face, and his sweat from earlier quickly dried up. It was even a little cold.
At first, Zhang Zian was not used to operating the motor, but once he got used to it, it became second nature. He could even judge the current power intensity through the vibration felt on his palm.
He did his best to not get carried away. From time to time, he would look back to the coast, so as to not pilot the boat too far offshore.
Acceleration, deceleration, turning, stopping… Zian tested the boat in different ways while he paid attention to the battery's power. He roughly understood the limits of the boat, and currently, it seemed to be worth its price.
