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"Whoosh—"
A large, box-shaped aircraft with a silver-white, ultra-light shell flew at low altitude, calmly traversing the city. Pedestrians on the street took out their mobile phones to take pictures—although many aircraft had already appeared in Ningcheng, passersby still paid special attention to this one.
This is a box-shaped solar-powered aircraft that can accommodate fifty people. It is shaped like a shuttle cut in half, and the familiar "Phoenix" logo of Honghe Technology is embedded on its body. The silver-white body is smooth and light, making its origins instantly recognizable.
The sightseeing aircraft at Honghe Botanical Garden.
The carriage was packed with students in blue and white school uniforms, chattering incessantly. Every child's eyes were filled with longing and curiosity, and their faces beamed with excitement.
Wow! That's so cool!
"Quick, look at the brochure! I heard that today we can eat peach blossom mica honey and even visit a simulated deep-sea pig farm!"
"This aircraft is so cool! I'm definitely going to get my pilot's license when I turn sixteen!!"
A slightly taller boy said enviously:
"Can't our school do something better? Someone from the neighboring No. 1 High School sponsored two flying school buses. I heard that their top classes use these to get to and from school. Our school buses are so tacky and ugly, and they're not even as fast as public buses."
"Haven't you heard? Our Ningcheng is about to launch a public flying bus service. Construction will begin at the end of the year. Why would we need school buses then? Wouldn't it be better to just ride the flying bus?"
A classmate standing nearby said nonchalantly:
"Anyway, I'm going to visit the giant grape orchard later. The school showed a documentary about the cultivation of giant grapes before. I didn't expect that such a remote place as Ningcheng would have a Red Grape Botanical Garden!"
"This is nothing. The Honghe Tumor Sanatorium is right next door. My dad said that recently, the planes coming to Ningcheng are practically flying with smoke coming out of their wheels. They're all here for medical treatment!"
"That's right, only the First People's Hospitals in Beijing, Sichuan-Chongqing, Mengcheng, and our Ningcheng have cancer sanatoriums in the whole world. Haven't you seen the Li Ning reviews? The internet is full of people saying they want to come to China for tourism!"
"Hey? Xin Boran, do you think Honghe's 'Yinguo No. 7' can really cure cancer? Isn't it said that it's impossible for humans to cure cancer?"
The person who asked the question was a boy with a buzz cut, dark skin, and a pimple on his forehead.
The boy whose name was called, who wore glasses, shook his head upon hearing this.
"I remain skeptical until it is verified. After all, human medicine has developed to this point, and the efforts of dozens or even hundreds of generations have failed to conquer cancer. Unless Honghe Technology has mastered some alien technology, I find it hard to believe that a technology company that is not even as big as my brother can cure cancer."
"Young man, you can't be so absolute in your statement!"
Sitting in the corner, Zhang Cang glanced at the other person sitting there and couldn't help but interrupt their conversation:
"Didn't ancient people look at modern people just like they looked at gods? Not to mention diseases like diabetes, tuberculosis, and tetanus, even a simple cold can be fatal. Maybe in a few hundred or a few thousand years, cancer will be seen as a minor ailment like a cold, which can be cured with an IV drip and a few pills. Honghe Technology has just accelerated this process."
Xin Boran adjusted his glasses and looked at the people sitting in the last row of the aircraft: a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a young man in a suit who looked like a social elite, and a cool woman with short hair.
There was also a red-haired woman wearing a baseball cap, sleeping by the window. Judging from her figure, she was probably not very old. She was dressed in a low-key black tracksuit. Although you couldn't see her face clearly, you could vaguely sense the "keep away" aura emanating from her.
Perhaps because they rarely see such a striking red hair color in real life, the students on the aircraft couldn't help but take a second look.
The boy with acne put his arm around his friend, acting all familiar:
"Dude, you guys are fans of Honghe Technology too? We're just saying, but there are still people saying that Honghe is using patients for human experiments to research zombie viruses! There are protests and demonstrations every day overseas, I think they're just sour grapes—wow, there's even a die-hard fan of CEO Ren who dyed his hair red!"
Zhang Cang: "..."
Jiang Xinyue: "..."
Xu Jianan: "..."
Is it possible that this person is Ren Honghe himself?
The three fell silent, except for Xu Milu, who remained as steady as a rock, arms crossed, pretending to think but actually dozing off.
Xu Jianan subtly blocked everyone's view, and Zhang Cangcai coughed before changing the subject:
"Ahem, it's just a personal hobby, nothing more. Is this a school-organized sightseeing trip?"
Xin Boran glanced at Xu Milu, who was resting in the corner, before answering:
"Yes, we're going into our senior year of high school this September. Our school organized a visit to the Honghe Botanical Garden. We entered the garden at 11:00 AM. Are you also visitors?"
"Hehe, I guess so."
Jiang Mingyue smiled, but a sense of worry crept into her heart.
What exactly does Ren Honghe mean by this?
The other party neither agreed nor disagreed, but instead took him on a tour of the newly built botanical garden—
Is it a ploy to whet his appetite and give him a hard time?
Zhang Cang also couldn't understand his boss's actions. Why would he choose to squeeze in with the tourists when there was a more convenient private aircraft available? Wasn't he just asking for trouble?
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