The next morning, despite having been up for most of the night, Fang Chenyi climbed out of bed, full of energy.
He looked at Bai nghan, who was still sound asleep with an exhausted look on her face, and a hint of tender affection appeared in his eyes.
He turned up the temperature in the room slightly before turning and leaving.
He gave Principal Wang a call, then rode his electric scooter directly to Villa #6.
A short while later, Principal Wang rushed over as well.
"Brother Fang, when are we leaving?"
Fang Chenyi gave a grand wave of his hand. "Right now."
With that, he took the lead and walked toward the Hongqi H9 parked at the entrance.
Seeing this, Principal Wang quickly jogged to catch up.
As for the other mbers of Principal Wang’s team, they would take a car back to their own headquarters later.
Half an hour later, the H9 ca to a steady stop on the tarmac of Beidaihe Airport.
Principal Wang pushed the door open and got out. He stared at the large plane in front of him, filled with envy.
"Tsk, tsk. Brother Fang, this is what you call lavish. When I get rich, I’m definitely getting my own private jet too!"
Fang Chenyi shot Principal Wang an exasperated look. ’If anyone else heard you say that, they’d laugh their heads off. "When I get rich"... how can you even say sothing like that with a straight face?’
After Fang Chenyi and Principal Wang got out of the car, Qi Xiaotian also got out from the driver’s seat.
Just then, the aircraft’s cabin door opened from the inside. Char and the others peeked their heads out from the doorway and lowered the stairs.
Principal Wang froze at the sight, looking at Fang Chenyi in utter bewildernt. He asked:
"Holy crap, Brother Fang, you even bring your own chefs when you go abroad? You’re on another level of rich! I’m impressed. I’m truly impressed!"
"Impressed, my ass! Char and the others are here to fly the plane for us!"
"What? Fly the plane? Brother Fang, you’re not joking with , are you? You’re letting your chefs fly the plane?! Brother Fang, that joke isn’t funny at all!"
Fang Chenyi didn’t bother responding to the guy and instead turned toward the plane.
He walked up the stairs that Char had lowered and asked:
"What ti is our flight slot?"
Char replied, "Oh, Boss, we can take off anyti. We just need to report to the control tower five minutes in advance."
As the owner of Southern Airlines, securing such a privilege was no problem. If worst ca to worst, Fang Chenyi could just use one of Southern Airlines’ takeoff slots.
Seeing Fang Chenyi board the plane, Qi Xiaotian followed close behind. Principal Wang opened his mouth to say sothing, but in the end, he just followed them reluctantly.
As he walked up, the man muttered to himself, ’He must be ssing with . There has to be a proper flight crew inside.’
But once he was on board, he saw no one else besides Char and his n.
And after hearing the conversation between Fang Chenyi and Char, it seed for the mont that he had no choice but to believe what Fang Chenyi had just said.
However, as if to provoke Principal Wang even more, Fang Chenyi’s next words left him completely stunned.
Fang Chenyi was seen speaking to Char, who was closing the cabin door:
"You old rascal, your flying is too reckless. I’ll fly this ti."
At this, he turned his head to Qi Xiaotian beside him and asked:
"Xiaotian, do you have a pilot’s license?"
Qi Xiaotian shook his head upon hearing this, scratching his head a little sheepishly as he said:
"I don’t have a license for this type of plane. My pilot’s license is for helicopters~"
Fang Chenyi nodded to show he understood, then spoke to Char again. "Then you can be my co-pilot. Alright, inform the tower. We’re taking off in five minutes."
After saying this, before Principal Wang could even process it, he was already striding toward the cockpit.
Seeing Fang Chenyi actually heading for the cockpit, Principal Wang finally snapped out of it. He jogged to catch up, a pained smile on his face that looked worse than if he were crying.
"Brother Fang, you’re not joking, are you~"
Fang Chenyi glanced back at Principal Wang with a puzzled look as he continued toward the cockpit.
"Huh? What joke?"
Seeing Fang Chenyi play dumb, Principal Wang just ca right out with it, his face full of grievance.
"Brother Fang, let’s not joke around, okay? Your bro here hasn’t even had any kids yet. Can we please let a professional fly the plane?!"
Hearing this, Fang Chenyi finally understood what Principal Wang was talking about. He gave him an exasperated rap on the head and said irritably:
"Are you looking down on your Brother Fang’s skills! Let tell you, it’s an honor for you to be on a plane I’m flying. Alright, stop being such a worrywart. Unauthorized personnel aren’t allowed in the cockpit. Go find a seat. We’re taking off in five minutes."
With that, he ignored the man, went straight into the cockpit, and shut the door with a SLAM.
This left Principal Wang standing there, his heart pounding in terror. He stared at the closed cockpit door, opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a word.
Right now, Principal Wang had only one thought in his mind: get off this plane imdiately, buy a ticket to Tokyo, and take a comrcial flight.
’Even if it’s slower, even if there’s no first class, that’s fine! At least my safety would be guaranteed!’
But Fang Chenyi didn’t give him the chance. Before they boarded, the plane’s engines had already been prepped and were warming up. After entering the cockpit, Fang Chenyi went straight to the pilot’s seat and fastened his seatbelt.
Char had already contacted the control tower via radio. Since there were no planes scheduled to take off or land within the next half hour, all the runways were clear, and they could take off at any ti.
Since he had also put on a headset, Fang Chenyi heard the tower’s instructions directly without Char needing to relay them.
He turned and gave Char an "OK" sign. After Char returned the gesture, Fang Chenyi began taxiing the plane toward the runway.
Outside the cockpit, Principal Wang felt the plane start to move under his feet and was instantly alard. Just as he was about to rush forward, open the door, and demand that Fang Chenyi let him off, Smith’s voice ca from beside him:
"Oh, our ’King’ of big appetites, the plane is about to take off. You had better sit down quickly. Otherwise, based on my many years of cooking experience, you’re going to take a tumble."
This sentence, which Smith considered a hilarious joke, was nothing but salt in the wound for Principal Wang.
’Years of cooking experience... You’re using your years of cooking experience to fly a plane! I am so fucked!’
Inside the cockpit, while taxiing the plane slowly toward the runway, Fang Chenyi spoke to Char through his headset:
"Old Cha, this is a civilian aircraft, not a fighter jet. The way you took off last ti was absolutely terrible, you know that? From now on, when you’re the pilot-in-command, rember—you have to be smooth!"
[To be continued...]
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