The voyage from Seoul to Hong Kong is about three and a half hours.

During this period, I passed by above China and looked down from the sky. Some big cities along the coast were brightly lit at night.

The more prosperous the city is, the more beautiful the night view is at night. Han Xuan was delighted with these changes, which shows that the development is very good.

When approaching Xiangjiang, the captain received bad news from the command tower of Kai Tak Airport, and he asked the flight attendant to quickly find Han Xuan.

When Han Xuan came to the cockpit of the front flight, the captain of the flight asked him: "The person in the command tower told me just now that the clouds above the Xiangjiang River were thick and there were still heavy thunderstorms, and it might not stop for a while.

Should we go back to Seoul along the original route, or should we find an airport to land in China?"

Han Xuan was speechless when he heard this. He was most afraid of encountering such strange things that he could not land when he was on a plane. Fortunately, he carried enough fuel in the fuel tank, otherwise it would be bad.

"Then find an airport in Guangdong Province to land, anyway, it's only a little far away."

"Ok, I'll do it as soon as possible"

After talking about changing the frequency, the captain began to ask for help from airports in surrounding areas.

There are three pilots on the Han Xuan plane, all with flight experience of more than 7,000 hours, the most one has reached 10,000 hours, and even dealt with four crises during takeoffs and landings.

All have rich experience. It is useless to just have a good plane, and it is also very important to be a good pilot.

Fat Ding was lying on Anya's legs, probably because she liked her delicate skin. She was touching her legs with her flesh claws. Her tail was grabbed in her hands and played with, looking very lazy and comfortable.

Little Barry was picked up from the zoo and was holding Vinie with him at this moment, huddling under the wine rack and sleeping soundly.

"The captain just now told me that the weather in Xiangjiang cannot land, and we may have to land at other airports in China."

Han Xuan said to Anya as she sat next to her.

"That's great, I wanted to go a long time ago, but I never had a chance."

"I'll call my grandfather, hope he hasn't picked me up at the airport..."

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After receiving the news, Pengcheng Bao'an Airport immediately responded, saying that you could land at their place.

There is only a Pengcheng River in the south, close to Xiangjiang River. Now Xiangjiang has not returned yet, and its actual jurisdiction is still in the hands of the British government, so there is a strange thing that there are airports on both sides of the river.

This is the first special zone for China's reform and opening up, and it is also one of the fastest changing cities in China in recent years. It is already past twelve o'clock at night, and there are still many car lights on the roads in the city.

Han Xuan's head is next to the glass, and you can see that the Pengcheng Guomao Building was built more than ten years ago. It is 160 meters high and will be flooded in the Manhattan urban building complex. However, this building was completely designed and constructed by the Chinese people themselves, and it is at the unique speed of "one floor for three days" and has different meanings.

Mr. Deng, who died last year, and his successors, visited the Guomao Building one after another, and left a sentence that "the important experience of Pengcheng is to dare to break through and adhere to the reform and opening up route for a hundred years" shocked foreign media and discussed for a long time.

In 1997, there were many high-rise buildings under construction here, and many old houses were demolished, which can be clearly seen from the air.

There are few domestic flights, and in the eyes of most people, airplanes are still a very luxurious travel tool.

Originally, Pengcheng Bao'an Airport had finished its work today. In order to "rescue the Americans' invasive plane", it was specially opened to Han Xuan. Until now, they still don't know who is sitting in the plane.

Several airport staff in uniform were gathered together to discuss in a low voice, looking up at the sky from time to time.

One of them said: "Do you know, I heard that this plane does not belong to any airline.

It was bought by an American rich man himself. I just heard from Mr. Gao that the latest Boeing large aircraft is worth more than one billion!"

"Bad nonsense!

How much does it cost to fly? Who is kicked by a donkey in the brain? Buy a plane and fly it yourself?

And it's more than one billion. If you put so much money on the bank for interest, you won't have to worry about spending your life."

Someone next to him heard his words and immediately retorted, his leg was bitten by a mosquito, and he bent down and stretched out his hand to scratch.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. Are there fewer wealthy people buying private jets in Xiangjiang?

Those foreigners were rich. Yesterday, they helped an American move things and gave me ten tips. They were so enthusiastic. I said no, but I had to give it to me.

Rich people abroad buy a plane just like we buy a pack of cigarettes. It’s so comfortable to sit on your own. The seats are removed, and they can lie down and fly with a bed or sofa."

He was full of affirmation when he spoke. In fact, he didn't know what it was like in the private plane. He all relied on his own imagination. Anyway, he must have a bed.

I saw a large red and white plane flying from afar.

They looked over neatly, and a guy shouted in surprise: "This plane is really big. Look, it can be twice as big as other planes?"

"almost.

Bird repellers, indicator lights, etc., are all turned on?"

"Hey? You didn't open it?"

"I didn't, aren't you responsible?"

“…I forgot.”

The plane had already landed and glided. A bird hit the glass, instantly turning into a blood mist, scaring the captain's soul away.

Han Xuan, who was sitting behind, clearly noticed that the plane shook slightly and instantly put on his seat belt.

Last month, a Boeing 737 passenger plane flying to Pengcheng, China Southern Airlines just crashed at the airport, killing nearly half of more than 70 passengers, the New York Times reported.

It was just a little bird, fortunately it did not cause any disaster. After the plane slowed down, the captain murmured God's blessing.

Han Xuan heard that the plane hit a bird, so he hurriedly ran down to take a look after the hatch door was opened. He saw a red mark on the glass on the head of the plane.

I rushed to Pengcheng, but no one picked up the plane this time.

Airport staff and customs staff came together, and brought drug-killing dogs. They were afraid that someone would smuggle things in, so they asked for inspection of the plane. Han Xuan agreed.

Just like when he was in South Korea, Han Xuan had not been recognized yet, so he asked Secretary Dawson to bring his special passport.

The old customs has worked at Pengcheng Airport for several years and believes that it is well-informed, but has never seen a passport like Han Xuan.

The English is pretty good, and I found that my eyebrows were raised when I found that the words "United Nations" and "pass" were written on it.

When I read inside, I saw Han Xuan’s name and photos, as well as my position in the United Nations, and my first thought was “fake”.

He hasn't recognized Han Xuan yet. If he doesn't like watching the news, it's really hard to recognize him.

He asked, "You are an official in the United Nations?"

At this moment, the customs officer who entered the cabin of the plane ran out, carrying a small barrie on his shoulder, and shouted with difficulty: "Section Chief!

See what I found! This guy smuggled giant pandas!!!” (~^~)
Chapter completed!