But that's the magic of Hong Kong.
The primary requirement for building an airport should be to minimize disturbance to residents, yet Kowloon residents suffer daily from the cacophony of airplane noise.
Finally, Nie Zhao hung up the phone and said to his wife, "Sorry, I had some business to attend to, but I've taken care of it."
Chen Rou was the same way when she was handling cases. She kept receiving phone calls. She knew that a person wouldn't make money if he only spent his time flirting with girls. She just reminded him, "Mobile phones emit a lot of radiation. You can get a pair of headphones to wear."
The idea of a mobile phone with built-in earphones is still a novelty these days. Nie Zhao's eyes lit up: "This is a great idea."
It was obvious he was up to something. He sat silently for a while, and as they entered the airport, his wife showed no curiosity whatsoever. So he asked, "Shouldn't you ask me what we're doing at the airport?"
Since he said it was a surprise, Chen Rou naturally guessed the bigger one: "You bought a super-sized airplane and you're going to give it to me?"
Nie Zhao paused for a moment, then bowed slightly and said, "I'm interested, but what kind of airplane do you prefer?"
It seems that the surprise wasn't as big as the airplane; Boss Nie was embarrassed by her question.
"I'd like an Airbus A320 or a Boeing 737, is that possible?" Chen Rou deliberately pressed.
Nie Zhao was referring to private jets. In that era, most private jets were converted from retired fighter jets. Airbus and Boeing had not yet transitioned to the private jet sector and were still building passenger planes. Nie Zhao should have been able to afford one.
But what's the point of buying a passenger plane so his wife can fly it to find jobs for an airline?
However, Mr. Nie was not embarrassed by his wife's rebuke. He simply said, "I can coordinate the airport. If you really want to fly or charter a plane, just tell me in advance. I will also consider buying a private jet, whichever you like."
They had reached the entrance to the airport. This was an airport, and ordinary people couldn't just drive around like that. However, after a brief conversation between airport staff and the people in the Bentley, followed by a quick call to their superiors via walkie-talkie, the barrier was immediately raised and they were allowed to pass.
They came to the fourth phase of the Hong Kong Airport upgrade and renovation project, which includes a brand-new terminal and newly laid airport runways. It is also a military airport.
Presumably because it was just completed and not yet in operation, there were very few passenger planes parked at the airport, unlike other terminals where planes take off frequently.
The Bentley stopped, and the person inside came over to look at Nie Zhao: "Boss, there should be about two more minutes."
Nie Zhao looked at his wife and said, "Get out of the car, I'll show you a surprise."
The bodyguards in the car behind had all gotten out and were standing next to the sports car.
Boss Nie made quite a grand entrance today; it would be a shame if there wasn't a big surprise in store.
But Chen Rou couldn't figure out what could possibly surprise her.
For her, money, designer clothes, or jewelry are all things she might like, but they won't bring her any real surprise.
She loves money and all material enjoyment, but she is not obsessed with those things.
She got out of the car. In the dim night sky, she saw two lights flashing continuously. An airplane gradually brightened up. Looking at the pattern on the tail of the airplane, she felt inexplicably familiar with it. So she stared at it without blinking and finally saw it clearly. It was indeed the familiar logo, in simplified Chinese characters: China Southern Airlines.
So this plane actually came from the mainland?
Chen Rou vaguely guessed what was going on and couldn't help but smile.
Mr. Nie smiled at his wife, then handed her the sunglasses and put them on himself.
Chen Rou wasn't wearing sunglasses; she closed them and stared intently at the night sky.
In the dimly lit airport at night, a group of people in black suits and sunglasses stood behind Chen Rou, their eyes fixed on the sky, watching it descend onto the runway, speed along the runway, and then gradually come to a stop.
Finally, the plane came to a complete stop, about 30 meters away from Chen Rou.
When the cabin door opened, a group of tall, burly men emerged, all dressed in black leather jackets and green military pants, with buzz cuts. Each carried a black travel bag, their steps brisk and efficient. Their expressions were cautious, wary, and somewhat timid as they gazed at this new world, which, though separated only by a river, was utterly unfamiliar.
They were transiting through a terminal, and the transit procedures were handled by the people Nie Zhao brought with them.
This is quite a surprise. Today, the reinforcements from the International Police arrived, and Nie Zhao brought her and Song Yuanchao with him.
For Yu Songyuanchao, those people were his comrades-in-arms.
As for Chen Rou, those people were her seniors.
Among them was even her former boss who would later scold her until she cried, but now he looked exceptionally young and inexperienced. Chen Rou recognized him at a glance. Good heavens, her former boss, who would later be mature and stern and always berate her, now looked so unsophisticated and even had a face full of acne. She couldn't help but want to tease him.
But something's not right.
Chen Rou's gaze swept over the last man in the line, a man with a square face, tall and thin build, and a furrowed brow.
She felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with him the moment she saw him.
She never met her father, Chen Ke, who died in the line of duty when she was two years old.
She had only seen the photos of him that he left behind.
But the more she looked at the man with his furrowed brows, the more he resembled her father from a past life.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
