My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 145 I don’t get along with you Jianghu people
Weidong really didn't know that when Jiangzhou was the secondary capital, the planes of the high-ranking officials of the Republic of China all took off and landed at an airport on an island in the center of the Yangtze River. Wouldn't it be flooded in the summer?
Shen Cuiyue said that she had been playing on the island since she was a child and had seen the temporary runway.

The reborn person feels like he is communicating with a girl who traveled through time and space, and there is a sense of confusion in time and space.

The four of them boarded the plane empty-handed.

As a result, Weidong frowned as soon as he got to the plane with a suit hanging on his arm. This is a propeller plane, is it so backward?
In fact, he had only taken it three times and had already seen three completely different aircraft.

Even if I was uninformed, I subconsciously thought that propeller planes were backward, so when I got on the plane, I asked whether it was the Jiangzhou Feiping Kyoto model or whether there were various models.

There aren't that many airlines now, they are all large civil airlines.

The flight attendant was very nice and said that all the fleets on the Jiangzhou to Capital route were of this type, but Shanghai and Yuezhou might indeed have jet airliners such as Trident or Tu-154.

In fact, the cabins all feel pretty much the same, and the decor is even a bit more luxurious.

Even Shen Lao San, who was originally very nervous, began to become curious.

But Weidong disliked it more and more. He felt that the previous jet airliners all had modern and simple interiors, but this old and outdated one was decorated with gold and splendor like an antique car. In fact, if you look closely, you can see that it is seriously worn out. It must be an old plane for many years.

I feel extremely disgusted psychologically. This could even cost someone their life.

And I don’t know if it was because it was a propeller plane, but the roar after takeoff was particularly loud and noisy.

So the smoke started from the moment of takeoff!
Is it to make people feel less nervous when smoking?
Each person got a box of five sticks, and the two children were given chewing gum and toys. Shi Tou was particularly good at pretending to be childish and trying to please others, so he got a small telescope!
Mao'er, who was so determined to act cool, was obviously shaken and was hesitating whether to flatter and change into something else.

This observation interested Weidong very much, because he was willing to bring them along just to let them experience more positive things and not think that they would just be in the underworld for the rest of their lives.

He even applauded and encouraged her in front of the flight attendant, and the guy immediately called her sister sweetly, and then got a metal model airplane.

The descendant of Huamen immediately showed off proudly to the newcomer of Gemen.

During this whole process, Shen Cuiyue sat in the seat by the window, looking outside with her whole body tense, just as tightly as she was holding Weidong's arm.

It was opened, and he quietly grabbed the clothes from under the armrest.

Weidong turned around and teased, "You can take off your mask when you get to Pingjing, right? It doesn't have... any identification?"

Since the epidemic, security guards’ awareness of facial recognition has doubled, which has helped reduce a lot of trouble in gatekeeping work.

So he always thought that the scammer wore a mask to avoid being caught.

Shen Laosan picked the fruits silently without saying anything, and even took a light taste of the airplane meal that was served later.

Weidong felt that this was a huge difference from the previous meal standard. There was only bread and sausage, of course there was Moutai, and the children even had ice cream.

It's totally incomparable to the airplane meals in the south.

However, he did not communicate with Shen Cuiyue. He slowly sipped the white wine with the red sausage. The flight attendant passed by and refilled his glass with more red sausage.

The result might be that he drank two more glasses of wine. An hour or so later, when Wei Dong could clearly feel his temples throbbing violently, Shen Cuiyue had already grabbed his arm because a rainstorm suddenly broke out outside.

It felt like a faucet was washing the porthole glass.

It seemed like the beautiful scene of blue sky and sea of ​​clouds just a moment ago, but how come it was suddenly filled with dark and rolling clouds?
In fact, the cabin was not full. According to a casual glance when Weidong came in, the cabin with about a hundred seats was only half occupied.

Now even the flight attendant quickly stood up, grabbing the handrails, and explained that they had rushed into a thunderstorm area, asking everyone to stay calm...

Can you get agitated?
As soon as the voice fell, the fuselage suddenly fell down!

The soul can fly!

Shen Laosan's scream was so high-pitched and sharp that it almost pierced Weidong's temple, which was pounding violently.

He quickly protected his wine glass and pushed away the flying wine on the table: "Come on, have a drink, maybe it will feel better."

Shen Cuiyue just hugged him tightly and trembled violently.

Weidong lit a cigarette and struck a match while his hands were shaking as he looked towards the other side of the aisle.

Mao'er was already sitting cross-legged in meditation, and it seemed that he was twisting Buddhist beads in his hands instead of the airplane model.

Shitou was lying by the porthole with a curious look on his face, and occasionally he turned around to make eye contact with his elder brother, his expression full of excitement!

Damn, two monsters.

Mr. Shen is more normal.

Rang Weidong, who had worked as a security guard for forty years and had never smoked, lit a cigarette with difficulty in the turbulence as the plane kept sinking suddenly and seemed to be climbing with difficulty, and took a deep puff.

I even felt that it was a good thing I didn't put the gun on my waist, because maybe this fear would scare me to commit suicide.

There were a few times when the fuselage shook so much that it felt like it was going to break.

Shen Cuiyue had completely squeezed into Rang Weidong's arms, and even the armrests could not stop her from twisting around. Occasionally, she looked up and took the cigarette out of Rang Weidong's mouth, and with the charming gesture of a female spy, she took a sip of it and put it back.

Wei Dong was also moved by his emotions and reached out to hug her waist tightly, forming a temporary life community.

Surprisingly, neither of them shook.

The plane shook violently a few times and suddenly burst into a brilliant light. Outside, there was a vast sea of ​​clouds that was like a dream. It felt as if it was flying in the clouds and it felt particularly stable and beautiful.

It was just a nightmare.

They both turned their heads to look at the beautiful scenery outside.

Shen Laosan took off his cigarette butt, extinguished it in the ashtray on the armrest, and quietly requested: "Let's not take a plane when we go back."

Let Weidong, at least he won't take this kind of propeller plane when traveling between Pingjing and Jiangzhou. Who can stand it?

No wonder the place wasn't full. That's what he thought, based on his limited knowledge.

However, when he landed in Pingjing, he was still amazed by the crab-like terminal. It was the first relatively modern building he had seen in more than a year.

Even the glass-fronted building of the "National Import and Export Fair" in Yuezhou is not as majestic as this one.

It's the capital, so that's normal.

So he was somewhat affected by the glass building he was working on at the Shangzhou Food Factory.

When she landed, she took the small leather bag that was checked in. She didn't want to take it out in front of others, so she imitated Zhang Lanzhi and tucked it under her arm.

The three Jianghu siblings followed him silently, but couldn't help but get closer to him.

Weidong, who originally felt like he was being cheated, was amused. He laughed in his heart and it was estimated that these three people would have a traumatic experience of flying from then on.

But as soon as he walked across the bridge and entered the hall, he burst into laughter.

Because you can see a lot of foreigners!
And it's completely different from the ones with skinny legs, suits, and frog-eye glasses.

Jiangzhou definitely couldn't see that these three country bumpkins almost tripped each other, and Shen Cuiyue, who was originally wearing a suit and skirt, grabbed Weidong's arm again.

Moreover, the Capital Terminal is neatly and beautifully decorated, and the airport's unique sense of sophistication and luxury can easily give people the illusion of traveling through time and space.

It wasn't until they took the airport bus back to the city, where the cityscape was gray and dilapidated, that the three of them felt relieved.

Let Weidong stop pretending to be stupid and call He Yuemei, a college student salesperson, first.

Like Han Guobin, she is a graduate of the Iron and Steel Institute this year. She is now staying at the school, waiting to receive her boss when he comes to Pingjing.

It already had a bit of a business-like atmosphere: "Hello, Manager, I have arranged a guesthouse for the Steel Institute. You can take this bus first..."

The last time I came here, I drove a big truck. I took the newspaper's car to meetings and occasionally took the bus. I didn't notice that I didn't see many taxis along the way.

This detail of Pingjing is different from that of Yuezhou and Shanghai.

Even in Jiangzhou, you can see some small hatchbacks now. Could it be that they think such small cars are not worthy of the aura of the capital and simply don't want them?
Fortunately, it was not far. The boss and Manager Shen had to squeeze into the congested bus to earn tens of thousands of yuan a day, and the two children hurried to catch up.

If squeezing into the bus with Zhang Lanzhi in Yuezhou last time was a bit crowded, this one in Pingjing was extremely crowded.

They had to squeeze into the car in the middle of the day and were face to face. The manager leaned his whole body against the boss's arms without any shyness.

Weidong had to think hard about what the food building should look like. It had to be taller and bigger... and more resilient.

Quickly twist it open and raise your hands to hold the horizontal bar.

Perhaps it was this action that finally revealed the bag he had been holding.

After rocking for two stops, Mao'er suddenly called out, "Brother! There's a wheelie shop!"

Before Rang Weidong could react, Shen Cuiyue, who had been burying her head in his chest and her face flushed red, suddenly looked up and raised her hand to hit the bag that Rang Weidong was carrying.

Then Shi Tou, who was actually standing over there, was a little surprised and didn't notice that there was a colleague standing next to him. Maybe it was too crowded, and the person was only as tall as Wei Dong's waist, so he didn't look up to notice.

But the other party certainly didn't expect that this seemingly harmless child would suddenly explode!

Before leaving, Weidong had searched this guy for daggers and thin blades, so how come he suddenly found a blade and slashed at him without saying a word?

A stream of blood spurted out from the man's elbow!

Then the bag that Weidong was carrying had been cut open by a blade, and the iron lump wrapped in the leather case fell down heavily!

Shen Cuiyue just happened to pat Weidong on the waist!
She only felt her chest in the white shirt pressing against Wei Dong's body, and then she blocked the man with her whole body. With her other hand, she had already taken off the sharp hairpin from her bun, held it in reverse, and stabbed the other person!

Because there was also a flash of knife between the other person's fingers, and in pain, he wiped it down to the face and neck of the child in front of him!

They were so crowded that their chests were pressed against their backs, yet in such a small space, the three of them were fighting for their lives so quickly.

Being squeezed and bounced around made Weidong feel that his playing style was quite flexible and varied, but it seemed that this only benefited from his good individual endurance. In terms of skills and reactions, he still had a gap with those who had been practicing since childhood.

The last time he faced the butcher, he had experienced what a tough guy was like.

Now I am even more shocked to see those who really don't care about their lives.

The first time we met, Shen Lao San didn't attack me so harshly. I'm really grateful that he didn't kill me.

In fact, at the moment when he was thinking wildly in his mind, the other party certainly did not expect that he would be discovered, nor did he expect that the child under his elbow was so cruel, and he did not expect that the fatal one was the young lady lying on his chest. The man he had originally paid full attention to was just a cover.

But just seeing the gun handle exposed by the holster in the woman's hand.

The man in his thirties was already backing away in fear.

It was too late. Shen Cuiyue even made a feint with her move. The blade seemed to be heading towards the eyeball fiercely and dangerously, forcing the opponent to keep dodging and raising his hand to block. Naturally, the blade moved away from the stone.

The kid raised his head and used the blade in his hand to cut across his wrist steadily and accurately. It wasn't the scary-looking blood vessels, but the tendons in his hand that were cut!

Amidst screams, Shen Cuiyue's wrist shook, and the hairpin she was holding backwards became a sideways pull, which went through the hole opened by the other person in pain and pierced his temple.

Fortunately, Wei Dong reacted a little at this time, and quickly pushed and pulled it, so that the sharp tip of the hairpin rubbed against the other person's forehead and drew a line of blood.

Originally, the pancakes were so crowded that they could become steamed buns, but now they were able to squeeze out some space, so that Wei Dong, who was surrounded back to back by the three siblings, and the pickpocket from Beijing with blood on his hands could both move out.

When the driver heard someone shouting that there was blood behind him, he turned the steering wheel and was taken to the police station.

(End of this chapter)