Bay Trench Village,
The off-road vehicle jolted along the dirt road. Sienna Johnson's stomach churned in waves; she felt like everything she'd eaten that morning was about to be bounced out.
"President Johnson, would you like some water?" Sitting in the front seat, James Winslow handed Sienna an unopened bottle of water.
"Thank you." Sienna took it, twisted off the cap, drank a sip, and forced down the nausea in her stomach.
On both sides of the road were tall thickets of reeds. The road ahead was full of potholes and uneven, with animal droppings here and there. As the car passed, dust billowed up—it felt like they'd driven onto the loess plateau.
Sienna said, "If we really build a factory here, this road will have to be fixed too."
James Winslow said, "This town has never been developed; it's very backward. If we build a road, the town Government will definitely welcome it. President Johnson, we can consider cooperating with them on the road construction."
