C388 The Third Head will Cross the Lake!

Zhang Yang was not as free as Muh Ying.

At this moment, he was swimming to the center of the lake, where several fishing boats were anchored.

The fishermen would spend the night on the boats, so they could get up early the next morning to start work.

The capitalists would always squeeze every single bit of profit out of them.

Like a ghost, Zhang Yang boarded the fishing boat