Official Career Storm Chapter 454

"Crash the plane?"

Song Guanchao’s eye and mouth muscles twitched in unison.

He wanted to say, "Are you joking with ?"

But after thinking it over, although the idea sounded absurd at first, it seed like it might actually work.

If the plane were to be hit, wouldn’t the people on board have to co down?

He imdiately grabbed his phone to check the cost of the aircraft.

Hou Wen was on a Boeing 787-9, priced at $240 million, nearly 2 billion...

This is crazy...

billion for catching one person?

Are they insane?

He looked at Zeng Li sowhat blankly, "2 billion..."

"You..." Zeng Li’s eyes also twitched, "Are you sick? I said to hit it, I didn’t say to wreck it!"

"Just arrange a shuttle bus, slam it into the plane’s wheels, a few thousand yuan should cover the repair."

"You could hit the wheels but instead you hit the body of the plane..."

Zeng Li didn’t want to speak anymore; this guy’s thought process was truly bizarre.

Such a smart person, yet he short-circuits at critical monts.

"...Uh, I didn’t think it through."

Song Guanchao gave an awkward smile, then hugged her and fiercely kissed her cheek, "You’ve helped enormously!"

"I said not to kiss my face!"

Zeng Li angrily broke free from him.

Song Guanchao chuckled and said, "I owe you one, I’ll pay you back later. I need to go find the Secretary now."

This was sothing he couldn’t handle.

The airline wouldn’t possibly listen to just a secretary.

Besides, as a secretary, he couldn’t bear the responsibility.

He pushed the door open and ran towards the sixth floor, not looking back, "Miss Zhou, keep up with ."

"Okay." Zhou Qian and the caraman chased after him.

"Bang!"

Song Guanchao pushed the door open, and Wu Qiangwei was making a phone call. She looked up, saw his excited expression, and gestured for him to wait.

"Secretary Gao, the situation will be resolved, I believe in Secretary Song’s abilities. I have sothing over here; I will report back to you later."

After hanging up, Wu Qiangwei asked, "What’s up?"

Song Guanchao didn’t respond but asked instead, "Was that a call from the provincial office?"

"Yeah," Wu Qiangwei said, "the issue has blown up, and the province has contacted ."

She continued, "Don’t feel pressured, I’ll take the heat at the province."

Song Guanchao suddenly felt a sweet surge in his heart, rembering the urgent matter, he quickly said, "The plane has already landed at West City Airport, and the local police don’t want to get involved. I have a way to make the passengers disembark themselves, but my authority is limited, the airport won’t listen to ."

Wu Qiangwei asked, "What’s the plan?"

Song Guanchao explained the plan Zeng Li had suggested to her.

Wu Qiangwei nodded, "It’s feasible, give the phone number."

She dialed the number using the City Committee’s landline.

Mr. Hao asked, "Who is this?"

"I’m Wu Qiangwei from the City Committee."

"Secretary Wu?" Mr. Hao asked, "What instructions do you have, Secretary Wu?"

"Hou Wen has embezzled 70 billion and is currently confined at West City Airport. I will report this matter to the province later and will give you credit for your involvent."

billion?

Mr. Hao was stunned.

He knew Hou Wen had embezzled and fled but was unaware of the specifics.

He had been in communication with Song Guanchao and hadn’t paid attention to the news online.

Now knowing the details shocked him speechless.

No wonder Lingjiang took this so seriously.

They resorted to aviation control just to intercept the plane.

This was 70 billion after all!

"Thank you, Secretary Wu!" Mr. Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

This ti, he had made a significant achievent!

"You’re welco, there’s also another matter for which I need Mr. Hao’s cooperation."

"Please tell , Secretary Wu, anything within my power, I will do without fail. But I have no authority over and cannot mobilize the Police Departnt, I hope you understand."

"I understand, I don’t need the police to intervene, you can just help directly."

Wu Qiangwei said, "I need you to arrange a shuttle bus to hit the plane’s wheels."

"Hit, hit the plane?"

"Not the plane, the wheels."

Wu Qiangwei asked, "Is this matter difficult?"

Mr. Hao imdiately understood Wu Qiangwei’s intention: if the wheels were hit, the plane could no longer fly and would need to be repaired.

"Not very difficult, but I need to speak to the leaders."

"Good, report now; ti is tight, and the task is important. I hope Mr. Hao can reply to as soon as possible."

As she hung up the phone, Wu Qiangwei noticed two people behind Song Guanchao.

One was Zhou Qian, the other a caraman.

Everything had been recorded.

She didn’t mind.

She quietly waited for the callback.

Mr. Hao called back quickly; it took less than five minutes.

"Secretary Wu, the leaders have agreed; we are arranging it now."

"Good, thank you, Mr. Hao."

"You’re welco."

"Afterward, please provide a list of the airport’s damages, Mr. Hao. Lingjiang City will cover it."

"Okay."

After hanging up, all they had to do was wait quietly.

...

On the plane, Hou Wen closed his eyes, pretending to nap.

He told himself it was a coincidence.

Yet, he felt uneasy.

In his mind, he went over everything again and again, ensuring he hadn’t missed anything.

But deep inside, there was a nagging unease.

Just then, the flight attendant’s voice ca over the public address system again.

"We regret to inform all our passengers that a mont ago, a shuttle bus hit the wheels of the plane, and the aircraft must be repaired. Please line up in an orderly manner and disembark..."

Hou Wen didn’t catch the rest of the words.

But knowing the plane needed repairs, knowing he needed to disembark, his mind went blank.

It wasn’t until the business class passengers started to get up and pass by him that he slowly regained his senses.

Looking through the small window at passengers orderly boarding the shuttle bus, Hou Wen’s unease grew.

But, there was nothing he could do.

He could only get off the plane.

He grabbed his docunts and backpack and followed the crowd toward the exit.

When he got off the plane, he saw a cart transporting luggage next to the plane’s wheels.

The cart had collided with the wheels.

The other passengers around him were complaining.

He looked around and saw no police cars, no extra airport staff.

"It must be just a regular accident," he consoled himself.

But he knew very well.

The likelihood of a shuttle bus hitting the wheels was extrely low.

It might happen once in a hundred years.

And yet, it had happened to him.

And to encounter air traffic control issues and then a collision with the wheels.

"Heh," Hou Wen laughed self-deprecatingly; he knew this was no coincidence.

This was a plan orchestrated by Lingjiang’s leaders.

He suddenly grew curious about which leader had arranged this.

First, air traffic control, then hitting the wheels.

No police were involved, no international disputes arisen.

These tactics were clever.

Was it Secretary Lu, who was sidelined?

Or Mayor Zheng?

Or perhaps, Secretary Wu, said to have a very powerful background?

If it were them, then his loss this ti was not unjust.

He got on the shuttle bus and arrived at the airport.

As he ca out of the passage and entered the airport lobby, four police officers in uniform walked up to the front.

Behind them, followed by more than a dozen airport security guards.

Hou Wen stood still, not running, not resisting, quietly watching as the police approached and took out handcuffs: "Hou Wen, you are under arrest."

Hou Wen took off his coat, casually saying, "Please cover it for , thank you."

Passersby in the airport turned their curious eyes toward him, wondering what cri he had committed.

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