Chen Fan woke up a little late today. The night before, the electric eel acted as an "excavator" for five to six hours before finally digging a sixty-meter deep hole. At last, the eel would no longer need to curl itself up or hang its head out anymore.
After filling both stomachs, Chen Fan stimulated both the growth cortex and the pressure-resistant cortex of the pituitary gland before moving its tail, and then he swam toward Shimen Trench.
Ringgg!!! Just as the electric eel reached the gentle slope of Shimen Trench and was about to dive in, the mobile phone which was placed on the bedside cabinet rang.
"Who's this?" Chen Fan shifted his thoughts back from the eel temporarily and picked up the phone.
"Bro Chen, it's me Zhang Xueyang! You don't recognize my voice?"
"Oh Bro Zhang, what's up? You need me to smuggle machine tools from Japan again?"
