Qian Zhen, who was standing next to him, pointed to the boarding pass in his hand: "It's written on it."

Xie Bin looked down at the boarding pass, and then said in a daze: "Are we going to Chengdu? Your friend needs a driver in Chengdu? Then why not find a driver near Chengdu?"

Qian Zhen said casually: "He needs a driver with good driving skills. The key is that he doesn't know anyone in Chengdu, so I want to recommend you to go there."

"You didn't tell me before that you had to go out of town for this job. Let me call home now." Xie Bin said as he took out his cell phone to report the situation to his wife.

As soon as the call was made, Xie Bin, who thought of something, quickly asked: "By the way, Xiaoqian, how many days will I have to go for this job?"

"It's only for one or two days. All travel and accommodation expenses are included. Master Xie, just tell your sister-in-law that it's only a two-day business trip."

Xie Bin nodded and then explained the situation to his wife.

When he hung up the phone, he had already boarded the plane with Qian Zhen.

This is not Xie Bin’s first time flying.

As a professional rally driver when he was young, he traveled abroad to compete more than once.

But it is indeed the first time to fly first class.

Although most "first class" cabins on domestic flights are not really first class, but just business class, in Xie Bin's opinion, seats that are so spacious that you can cross your legs are first class.

I didn't wait long on the plane before the plane took off.

During the flight, Xie Bin would ask Qian Zhen about this "life" from time to time.

Xie Bin: "Is your friend who wants to be a driver a young friend or an older friend? What should I call him?"

Qian Zhen: "Thank you, Master, he is younger than me."

Xie Bin: "Younger than you? Then I can just call you casually?"

Qian Zhen: "Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. My friend has a very good personality."

Xie Bin: "Also, Xiaoqian, what is the main purpose of driving as a driver?"

Qian Zhen: "He has a film that he wants to use his car to shoot. To put it simply, he is in front, you drive behind, and then there will be a cameraman in your car to film the front."

Xie Bin: "You seem to be talking about driving a wedding car for those wedding companies. It's a kind of job? It's just driving a wedding car to take pictures? So this is actually your friend's wedding?"

Qian Zhen suppressed a certain emotion and said as naturally as possible: "...that's it."

Xie Bin: "By the way, Xiaoqian, since it's your friend who wants to use the driver, why don't you just introduce me to him and I can go there myself? Why do you want to go there with me?"

Qian Zhen: "Isn't he going to get married?"

Xie Bin: "That's right..."

The plane landed steadily in Chengdu.

Xie Bin, who had been following Qian Zhen after getting off the plane, thought he was leaving the airport to meet his employer, but what he didn't expect was that after following Qian Zhen around the airport.

With a boarding pass stuffed in his hand, he appeared at another boarding gate.

Looking at the word "Kangding" on the boarding pass, Xie Bin's face was full of surprise: "Little money, is your friend still an ethnic minority?"

Ethnic minorities?

Indeed.

That guy can indeed be considered a minority.

Because if his elders and descendants have a similar style and logic to him, don’t all his people have to be ethnic minorities?

A lot of people have to die every year, right?

Qian Zhen nodded seriously to Xie Bin and said, "Yes, Master Xie."

On the plane from Chengdu to Kangding.

Xie Bin still talks to Qian Zhen from time to time.

"How should I greet your friend when I go? Can he understand Chinese? Tashi Delek means you well, right?"

"Xiao Qian, I heard that if you fly to a plateau area like this, you are prone to altitude sickness. Will you be okay later?"

"Kangding must be a pretty place, right? I heard that there is a mountain nearby called Zheduo Mountain. It is said that if you drive 318 to Tibet, you have to go this way. If you are finished with your work, I really want to take a look."<

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Get off the plane.

Exit the domestic arrival gate of Kangding Airport.

It seems that because of smoking all year round, the body is in a state of hypoxia for a long time.

Xie Bin has no trace of altitude sickness.

Even because he had been on the plane for a long time, he couldn't wait to light a cigarette as soon as he got off the plane and left the airport, smoking with a satisfied look on his face.

Although Qian Zhen came to the plateau for the first time, as a singer, he has the habit of regular aerobic exercise, and his body's tolerance to hypoxia is stronger than ordinary people.

Although I was slightly dizzy, this feeling did not last forever.

The two walked out of the airport, and a black car had been waiting outside the domestic arrivals gate for a long time.

Qian Zhen took Xie Bin directly to sit on it.

The black car is a BMW 7 Series, which is an absolute high-end car in Xie Bin's eyes.

He originally came to be a driver, but a big BMW actually picked him up at the airport. This feeling surprised Xie Bin.

The BMW headed west.

Soon.

We arrived at the foot of Zheduo Mountain.

So far.

Xie Bin finally met the "minority friend" Qian Zhen called him.

Ethnic minorities?

It’s so nice to see Ding at first sight!

Xie Bin, who hadn't had time to think about why he came to the foot of Zheduo Mountain, was looking at Qian Zhen's friend with wide eyes.

"Thank you, Master, long time no see. It's been a hard journey. Are you sure you don't have high reflexes?"

After a familiar smile appears on the other person's face.
Chapter completed!