The bus took forty minutes to reach Beijing's only airport.
There is only one direct flight to New York City, which departs at 2 PM today.
The delegation had a meal at the airport, and the head of the delegation handled the baggage check-in.
Jiang Ci carried only a bag with the more than 15,000 US dollars that Zhou Mingli had exchanged.
Not long after, they met with the leaders who came to see them off, exchanged pleasantries for more than half an hour, and then the members of the delegation were interviewed by the media and posed for photos together.
At 1:30, Jiangci boarded the plane with the delegation.
She was very familiar with the route, while some of her colleagues were flying for the first time and didn't even know where the seat buckle was.
Jiang Ci offered her help, and her colleague sitting next to her was both grateful and surprised. "Director Jiang, have you ever flown before?"
Jiang Ci laughed and said, "Have you forgotten? I took it once when I was on a business trip to D country."
"Right, look at my memory." The colleague slapped his forehead, remembering that Jiang Ci had taken a plane three years ago.
"Sigh, our delegation is not well received in New York City. Few of our proposals have been passed. If we go there, we'll probably just be treated badly."
"With the foreign minister here, there's nothing to worry about. We just need to do our job well."
Jiang Ci offered a few words of reassurance, and when the time came, the plane took off.
My colleague looked around with great interest.
Jiang Ci stopped talking and took out the photo that Zhou Mingli had developed from her bag.
Jiang Ci gently rubbed her pale index finger, then put it in her wallet, put the wallet in her bag, took out her eye mask, put it on, and started to sleep.
With a time difference of nearly twelve hours, Zhou Mingli couldn't get immediate news of whether Jiangci had landed safely. So he subscribed to an international newspaper, hoping to get the news of the delegation's safe landing in New York as soon as possible.
With Jiang Ci gone, Zhou Mingli had to rely on his own connections in Beijing.
He managed his time very well, getting up on time every day, washing up and eating, then dragging his two children out of bed to go to school, while he rode his bicycle to the factory.
Zhou Mingli's factory produced the first batch of thirty television sets, the type commonly sold on the market. He tested all thirty television sets, checking their picture quality, sound quality, circuitry, frequency modulation, and other functions to ensure quality control.
Zhou Mingli used his connections from when he was a chef to help with cooking to attract some potential clients in advance.
State-owned enterprises often reward outstanding employees by providing them with various benefits, at which point employees will purchase different prizes.
Television sets, radios, sewing machines, bicycles, and so on—these are the highest-class prizes.
These television sets used for testing were sold by Zhou Mingli to the state-owned enterprise purchasing agent at a cheap price of one thousand yuan each.
This price is really very cheap.
The price of a domestically produced 14-inch color TV on the market ranges from 1,200 to 1,500 yuan, while the black market price is half or even double that.
Thirty thousand yuan is not much for a TV factory, but it is the first sum of money the factory has earned since it opened.
This means that Zhou Mingli can boldly expand production.
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