As soon as she got home, Chen Rou asked Nie Zhao to apply to the Civil Aviation Administration for several low-altitude helicopter flights in Wade's name.
Just then, the electronics exhibition organized by the Trade Development Council was about to be held. This year, because two major advertisers had been added and the event was being held with a grand scale, Nie Zhao applied for several round-the-island flights under the guise of advertising.
Right now, on the second day after they returned to Hong Kong, early in the morning, on the rooftop of the Nie family's building.
Because it was under inspection by the Civil Aviation Administration and the Trade Commission, and Wade's credentials were being used, in order to avoid being exposed and to comply with the rules, Chen Rou had to put on the heavy flight suit with parachute and a helmet.
Of course, she would turn off the radar channel of the Civil Aviation Administration and hand it over to Song Yuanchao, who would accompany her on the rooftop the whole time, to handle the transfer, take-off and landing. Of course, he would also guide her.
At this moment, Nie Zhao was holding A Yuan and standing at a distance, watching Hank and Ran help his wife put on her flight suit.
The most shocked was, of course, A-Yuan. He looked at the little motorcycle in his hand, then at his mother, and then at his father: "Oh?"
So Mom can not only ride a motorcycle, but also that little airplane?
Nie Zhao said to her son, "Mom is a great pilot, but A-Yuan can't tell anyone."
He thought that A Yuan had an incredibly capable mother, which couldn't be hidden from his son. He had always been proud of having such an outstanding mother, and he felt that his son would be the same.
When he was a child, he kept quiet about things his mother told him not to tell others. He felt that his son was the same as him, and it was very important for the little boy to see how good his mother was. She would be his role model.
Ah Yuan is still young; to be honest, even the CPU of a child's brain can't quite handle it.
Mom was wearing a full white jumpsuit. After zipping it up, she didn't put on her helmet yet. With a wave of her hand, two tall, blond men in black suits and big sunglasses stood on either side of her.
The wind on the rooftop blew her curly hair as she walked towards A Yuan.
Of course, A-Yuan immediately reached out, wanting his mother to hug him; he wanted to walk with his mother.
But his mother only kissed his little cheek and held up four fingers: "You have to be at least four years old before you can get on the plane."
She gave him another kiss and said, "Be good, when Mommy comes back I'll take you to see Great-Grandpa."
She was about to put on her helmet, but Nie Zhao pulled her back, asking, "You seemed to have gotten up in the middle of the night last night. How's your physical condition?"
Nie Zhao had refrained from submitting his homework due to the series of events that had occurred in the past few days, but Chen Rou had an important matter to attend to, and she couldn't sleep at night because of her worries. She fell asleep around 2 a.m. last night, and Nie Zhao was worried that she might not be able to keep up with her physical strength.
But actually, it had been a long time since she had flown a plane, and for Chen Rou, the excitement alone was enough to offset the physical exertion.
She was also annoyed by Nie Zhao's nagging, so she broke free from his hand, put on her helmet, and bowed to Song Yuanchao.
Ah Yuan was drooling, and it was the stringy kind, which he blew all over his dad's face.
The child watched in disbelief as his mother leaped up and climbed onto the helicopter. His eyes widened into two big, round grapes, and then he looked at his father and exclaimed, "Oh?"
She tugged at her father's clothes again: "Hey, baby wants to go too."
After seeing his wife enter the cabin, Nie Zhao came over to stare at Song Yuanchao, who was wearing a headset and holding a baton, ready to direct the takeoff.
While keeping an eye on him, he explained to his son, "Dad can't, Dad won't."
As they spoke, the helicopter started up, the engine roared loudly, and the propellers whipped up a fierce wind, making it difficult for Nie Zhao to stand.
He pressed one of his son's ears against his face, covered his face with his hand, and had to hold onto the railing to keep from being blown away.
Not far away, Hank and Ram were also blown by the wind, turning their heads and giving a thumbs up to the sky.
Only Song Yuanchao's legs seemed welded to the ground. His eyes behind his goggles never blinked. He walked steadily, spoke calmly, raised his hands, guided Chen Rou to take off, watched the helicopter fly away, and immediately took over the radar.
In just a few dozen seconds, the noise stopped and the wind died down. A-Yuan couldn't wait any longer and shook off his father's hand.
By then, the helicopter had already reached the horizon. He looked at his father again and asked, "Mom, where's the helicopter?"
She tore at her father's collar again: "Shu, Daddy, shu, turn on, turn on the flying machine!"
Their mother flew away in a plane, leaving the two of them behind. A-Yuan, with his short arms, felt he couldn't learn how to do it.
But he felt he should encourage his father to learn how to fly a plane.
Otherwise, would Mom fly in the sky like a big bird, while he and Dad can only run on the ground?
Is this a good idea? A-Yuan doesn't think so.
Seeing that his father didn't speak, the little guy pouted. His mother could not only ride a motorcycle, but also fly a plane, but he and his father could only watch helplessly. Ah Yuan didn't want to, tears welled up in his eyes, he was about to cry.
Nie Zhao patiently said, "Dad is too old to learn how to fly a plane anymore. Yuan, eat well and grow up quickly. When you grow up, you can fly with Mom, okay?"
Ah Yuan understood: "Baby, turn it on, turn on the machine."
Nie Zhao corrected him: "Baby doesn't need to learn, baby just needs to know how to sit."
He has plenty of money to hire a pilot; learning to fly is too hard, hiring a driver will suffice.
But A-Yuan didn't want to. He insisted, "No, the baby wants it, he wants Xiu."
Nie Zhao, exasperated yet patient, corrected him: "It's 'learn,' and 'fly,' 'fly an airplane.'"
Ah Yuan also learned patience: "Open, open the machine, open the machine."
Chen Rou wanted to take the helicopter out for a drive because even the Royal Canadian Mounted Police only had a rough sketch of the Tamar base, not a precise map. By using the guise of advertising, she could fly over and observe it in detail.
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