Three days later, on a private island in the Maldives, Song Heping's cellphone rang as he lay on a beach chair.
"Damn! What are you doing?!"
It was the cook's voice.
"I'm on the beach by the sea."
"They're going out to sea to fish, aren't you coming?"
"No, I like the peace and quiet."
"Don't be such a killjoy, the brothers are all waiting for you!"
"Forget it, you guys have fun."
"Alright, but my friend is coming over at noon, you should come back and join us for a meal."
"No problem, I'll hang around here for a bit and then head back."
"I'll catch a few big fish and we can have sashimi for lunch!"
"Alright, alright."
The call finally ended.
Song Heping sighed, put the satellite phone on the table beside him, and gazed into the distance.
A stretch of sea as clear and beautiful as sapphires, it was the most beautiful ocean Song Heping had ever seen. Even just sitting here doing nothing, simply gazing at the sea, was a pleasure.
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