The plane landed, and the airport personnel had been waiting for a long time. They were preparing to negotiate, and Mr. Bao confessed.

The person in charge said: "That's great."

There is no need to go through customs, just bring him back to China.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble abroad, the procedures were carried out very quickly. Jian Jing had an international long-distance call with the domestic police and gave a confession via online video.

The mission panel, which Diane didn't know about, also quietly popped up a completion message.

[Mission name: Murder on the Green Plane (Completed)]

[Description: On an international flight at an altitude of 10,000 meters, a passenger suddenly died. The chaotic relationships and complicated ethics, who killed him? Please find out the truth before the plane lands]

[Mission Reward: Success reward 20 courage points, failure no punishment]

At first, Jian Jing thought that the "green" referred to the paint of the plane, but later she found out that it was really green.

Well, after all the hard work, everyone was exhausted and had no intention of eating lunch, so they went straight to the hotel to sleep.

Perhaps because she had released her energy in advance, Jian Jing slept very soundly this time, and did not wake up until the lights came on.

She called room service, ordered the dishes she was interested in, and then took a hot bath. She came out refreshed, and dinner was here.

Although Western food is not suitable for Chinese stomachs, champagne is still very delicious.

She sat in a rocking chair in front of the huge French window, facing the Central Park under the night sky, and lowered her head to browse her mobile phone.

Jiang Baiyan, as always, always uses the most diligent speed to push herself to the top.

[Have we arrived yet? ]

[The flight should have landed]

[Did you go to sleep? ? ]

[The weather is good for twisting your waist today, suitable for walking]

[See our President Ju's bathing photos]

Jian Jing replied: [Just woke up]

Jiang Baiyan: [Are you jet lagged? Do you want to go out and play? ]

Jian Jing: [? ? ? ]

Jiang Baiyan sent a location, which was about a few hundred meters away from her hotel.

Jian Jing was surprised: [When did you come? ]

Jiang Baiyan: [Three days ago~~]

He explained: [The chairman has an apartment here, it seems to be bought for Jiang Xue to study in the future, I wanted to sell it, but the view is so good, I can't bear to part with it~~ Pudding cocoa love.JPG]

Jian Jing expressionless: [I hate rich second generation]

Jiang Baiyan: [Come and play, lie down.JPG]

Jian Jing: [No!]

Jiang Baiyan: [Crying.JPG]

Jiang Baiyan: [Come out for a walk?]

Jiang Baiyan: [Forget it]

Jian Jing: [? ?]

He: [It seems like someone fired a gun downstairs...]

Jian Jing opened the window, and soon, he heard two sounds similar to firecrackers, so harmonious under the cover of the night.

She: [You are right, it is not safe]

Jiang Baiyan: [Pudding feels wronged.JPG]

Jian Jing: [Knight is thinking.JPG]

Jiang Baiyan: [I recommend you to watch XXX's drama, it has less than ten episodes in total, you can finish it at night after adjusting to the time difference]

Jian Jing: [OK]

She took out her iPad and started to watch the drama, chatting with him from time to time about the plot, and it was not until after twelve o'clock.

Jian Jing didn't realize that it was late until his replies became slower.

Jiang Baiyan is always like this. Maybe before meeting, it is easy to have prejudices because of his profession, but after getting along with him, it is really hard to dislike him.

A little bit of excessive enthusiasm is like a drink with alcohol, which makes you feel tipsy and comfortable.

She: [I have to get up early tomorrow, good night]

[Good night]

See, he has such a good sense of propriety, even though it is a one-sided effort, it does not make people feel burdened.

Jian Jing turned off her phone and continued to watch the drama.

After watching a season, it was just right to take a nap.

At seven o'clock the next day, she was awake and the jet lag was almost gone.

Jian Jing went to the restaurant for breakfast, and Kang Mucheng was awake as expected, eating a sandwich and hot coffee without any novelty.

"Don't you want to eat something else?" she asked.

Kang Mucheng said: "No, I'm used to it."

During the years when he studied in the United States, he relied on sandwiches to solve most of his dining problems. Ms. Kang Lei is not used to her son. He has no independent apartment, housekeeper or nanny.

Kang Mucheng is obviously not a person who loves life. He eats whatever is available. He would rather read a few more books than cook. As

soon as his stomach arrived abroad, it automatically switched to study abroad mode.

Jian Jing sighed and decided to have a good meal.

"Did you bring all your clothes and shoes? Do you want to buy something?" Kang Mucheng asked.

Jian Jing: "I brought everything."

Kang Mucheng: "The award ceremony is tomorrow. It's actually a dinner. You can get to know the people in this circle and make some friends." Jian Jing

was not interested and agreed casually: "What are your plans for today?"

He said: "I have to go to a cooperating publishing house in the afternoon and have dinner with their editor-in-chief in the evening. I don't have any plans in the morning. Wherever you want to go, I'll accompany you."

Jian Jing didn't have any plans, but she was very excited: "Just stroll around."

"Okay." Kang Mucheng nodded.

So, they went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art without any new ideas.

After a day of shopping, they had pizza, French fries and fried onion rings for lunch. Jian Jing ate heartily while complaining that it was unhealthy: "If you eat like this, you will definitely exceed the calorie limit."

Kang Mucheng picked up a piece of pizza and didn't say anything - don't take this complaint seriously, she was just talking, if he really said to change places to eat, she would be unhappy again.

Sure enough, Jian Jing was not slow at all when she talked, and she even teased him.

"Look at other people, they are all wearing T-shirts and jeans, and you are eating here in a suit. Don't you think it's weird?"

The weather in June was already very hot, but Kang Mucheng was still wearing a shirt and trousers, looking very serious. Just looking at him made me feel very hot for him.

Kang Mucheng wiped his hands and looked at her.

Jian Jing: "?"

He: "Sit down, you are wearing a skirt."

Young girls can wear short skirts and shorts without fear of the cold or the sun. Jian Jing is the same. Relying on her outstanding physical condition, she is very willful in dressing. There are at least dozens of miniskirts in her closet.

However, although the skirt looks good, it is easy to expose if you sit crookedly without paying attention.

Jian Jing reluctantly changed her posture, feeling very unhappy.

Why can't the system issue a "no exposure card"? This is exactly what is needed.

[System: The host can try to draw a card]

Jian Jing's heart was moved for a moment, but she held back.

Courage is hard-earned, and it is a waste to use it on such a small matter, so forget it. If you really meet a gangster, just give him two punches.

In the afternoon, Kang Mucheng led the team to discuss business. Jian Jing had nothing to do and wandered around the street.

She was approached three times and rejected them.

She was visited by thieves twice and caught on the spot.

She was so annoyed that she simply went to the cinema, chose a movie that was not available in the country, and spent the evening happily.

The next day was the AT (American Time) Book Award ceremony.

Here I have to introduce the literary awards in the United States. In addition to the well-known Book Award, Pulitzer Prize, Hugo Award and other awards, there is also an AT Book Award jointly organized by major print media.

This is the most market-oriented one among many awards. The criterion for judging is not literary quality, but sales.

For example, there is a book on the list that teaches storage, cooking and financial management. In other awards, it is not even eligible for nomination, but it has a place in the AT Book.

Therefore, the AT Book Award is also controversial. Many people think that this is just a sales list and cannot be awarded as a literary award.

But the power of money is great, especially in a country dominated by capital. For booksellers, the best books are those that can make money, and they don’t care what others say.

Jian Jing's "Devil Doctor" series won the AT's Best Foreign Language Novel Award, which is actually not as good as the Dream Pen Award that "Rose Gold" won in China.

But Kang Mucheng thinks that this is a good start.

The literary quality of "Devil Doctor" is actually not very strong, but it is enough to open up the overseas market and let English-speaking audiences remember her name.

Therefore, another purpose of her coming to receive the award is to get acquainted with American booksellers, strive for more cooperation, and introduce other books overseas.

Jian Jing knows the importance of it and agrees to it.

On the day of the ceremony, she applied a facial mask, tried to eat light food, stuffed herself into a beautiful little dress, and asked a stylist to do her makeup and hair.

Finally, she put on the diamond necklace that Kang Mucheng gave her in the past, over.

The dinner was scheduled at the hotel. The spotlights outside were turned on early, outlining the prosperity and luxury unique to big cities. The red carpet had been laid out at the door, and luxury cars were like a long dragon, one after another. There were also journalists working, taking a few photos from time to time.

But they were very arrogant. For ordinary guests, they would just raise their eyelids and glance at them.

Press the shutter? Don't even think about it.

But when Jian Jing got out of the car, one of them raised his arm, aimed the camera, and took a few photos in a row.

"Asian." His companion said uninterested, "What's there to take a photo of?"

"She won an award, there should be a photo of her." The reporter looked at the small screen and suddenly got excited, "Hey, this girl is pretty."

Beauty is an eternal topic for men. His companion said familiarly, but his eyes looked over honestly.

An Asian girl in a black dress walked towards them with her boyfriend's arm around her. She was smaller than Western girls, but not timid or weak, and had her own aura.

The two men, one in his early twenties and the other in his forties, stared at her at the same time.

Until the back figure disappeared, the older one said, "I actually remembered her face."

"She's very special." The younger one nodded in agreement, trying to recall, "I remember, uh, her name is Jane."

This is a simple and easy to remember name. Both reporters remembered it. When writing the news, her appearance naturally emerged in their minds, and they couldn't help but add a few more words-"Miss Jane is very young, and it is said that she is still a student. Based on her appearance, it is hard to imagine that she is the author of "The Devil Doctor". During the interview, her conversation and temperament left a deep impression on the author..."

Jian Jing naturally knew nothing about the inner changes of the two reporters.

The first sentence she said after entering the door was to complain to Kang Mucheng: "A decadent smell of capitalism."

Look at this environment.

The crystal lights are shining, the marble is shining, and the scent of expensive perfume is floating in the air. Men and women were all wearing suits and dresses, either the latest style of the season or the limited edition that could not be bought even if you had money.

"Hi, Judy, long time no see." The gay editor-in-chief greeted people and winked continuously, "Oh, James, you are so charming today." The

short-haired fashion editor, dressed in a masculine style, was talking to a famous bookseller, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, with an unpredictable smile: "Yes, dear, I believe in your sincerity, but..."

The elegant clothes and the extravagant life were like the gorgeous scenery of Gatsby.

"Be patient, you have to make money from them." Kang Mucheng was calm and took her to greet the familiar people.

The editor-in-chief of the newspaper who specially invited them came over with open arms and greeted them with joy: "You are here, is this Jian? He didn't tell me that you are such a beautiful girl."

"Hello." Jian Jing nodded and silently turned on the charm card. Her

social skills were not good, but her beauty was at the top.

As expected, the editor-in-chief was dazzled by her aura and smiled more sincerely: "Come, let me introduce our big boss to you."