50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 776 Luxury Cars Arrive in Beijing
What could Sun Zhiwei do but cooperate with them? Anyway, he was going to send the bulletproof Rolls-Royce to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and he could also go home to see his daughter.

He also had another idea: to have the engineers at home inspect and repair the transport plane.

This aircraft has been at the air force base in Java for who knows how many years. Given their technical level, it's already a miracle that they didn't break this C-141. It's impossible that they maintained it very well.

Therefore, there are bound to be some minor problems or hidden dangers on this plane, so it's better to have his family check it out so he can feel at ease.

Guided by the J-7, the C-141 soon landed at the base airport in the eastern suburbs. He had been here several times before, each time just to hitch a ride on a military aircraft.

After he parked the plane on the designated runway, he saw a group of people waiting outside as soon as he got off the plane.

Upon seeing this, Sun Zhiwei could only look up at the sky. Even if you wanted to study it, you should have waited until the pilot left before coming over. Surrounding us like this is too blatant.

But he didn't stop them. He just gave them a strange look, then opened the rear cabin door and got off the plane from the back, stopping briefly beside the group.

"You must be the engineers at the airport. I feel like there's something wrong with this C-141. It just so happens that we'll be staying here for a while and won't be flying for the time being. Could you please help us investigate it in detail?"

The engineers in the crowd realized they had been reckless. They thought the pilots would stop them, but instead, they were asked to help with the inspection. Wasn't that exactly what I wanted?

"Pilot, please rest assured, we will get the plane fixed for you."

"Then I'll leave it to you, thank you."

After saying that, he returned to the rear cabin and began to untie the mooring ropes from the vehicle inside.

When others saw this, they all came to help, and in no time the car was untied.

Sun Zhiwei got into the driver's seat, slowly backed the Rolls-Royce out of the cabin, waved goodbye to them, and drove the car away.

This airport is even farther away than Beijing Airport. Luckily, he had a car; otherwise, he would have had to stay overnight at the base.

At midnight, Sun Zhiwei drove his black, luxury, bulletproof Rolls-Royce on the street leading to the city.

In recent years, my family has gradually become wealthier, and infrastructure work has started again. Although this place is still in the suburbs, the roads have been built, and the road conditions along the way are very good.

Once he drove into the vicinity of the Second Ring Road, the streets were no longer empty. Many new buildings began to appear on both sides, and some construction sites were still working through the night.

The further into the inner city you drive, the more bustling the streets become. The streets and alleys are no longer like they were many years ago, when at night, apart from workers coming off their night shifts and patrolling militiamen, there wasn't a soul in sight.

Now, he even sees the neon lights of bars and nightclubs still on in some streets.

As for what kind of "big sword service" might be available there, although he had never been there in either of his lives, he could imagine it.

He didn't care. Since the door was to be opened, one couldn't expect everything coming in from outside to be good. With the good and the bad mixed together, the dregs brought over from Hong Kong Island naturally came along as well.

That's alright, just clean it every now and then.

Even in the 21st century, there were five severe crackdowns, all with the same intention; otherwise, how could we have achieved the situation where people don't pick up lost items on the road and don't lock their doors at night?

Actually, things are much better now. The first rectification, which started two years ago, lasted for three years and only ended at the beginning of this year.

Those who remain now dare not openly cause trouble anymore, which is a good thing.

He drove into the inner city and soon arrived at the Foreign Affairs Building. The old security guard at the entrance had sharp eyes and recognized Sun Zhiwei at a glance. Although he didn't know which department Sun Zhiwei worked for, he could confirm that he was one of their own.

"Comrade, hello, are you just coming back from outside so late?"

"Yes, I just got off the plane and was dropping my car off. Could you please open the door so I can park it and go home?"

"Why did you bother to send it back? Just drive it back and bring it back tomorrow." People drive the bus back when it's late; that's what everyone does now.

"I'd like to, but this thing is too delicate. I can't afford to pay for it if it gets scratched. It's safer to send it back."

"Alright, please wait a moment." The old gatekeeper went over and opened the iron gate, letting Sun Zhiwei in.

After parking his car downstairs, Sun Zhiwei quickly went to the bike shed to get his bicycle. He greeted the old security guard at the door and then immediately headed home.

When Sun Zhiwei returned, he opened the gate and went into the yard, parked his bicycle, and then realized that the house was cold and empty.

Come to think of it, no one would be home at this time.

The son is in the army, the daughter has her own family, and even the nanny, Yang Guihua, only comes back once a week to clean, spending the rest of the time helping out at Sun Hongying's house.

For the first time, he felt a little unfamiliar with this house. He sighed softly and went to the kitchen to cook himself a bowl of noodles to fill his stomach before going to sleep.

After lighting the stove, he found a piece of cured meat in the basement, took out a packet of noodles from his spatial storage, and cut a scallion from the vegetable garden in the yard.

Before long, a bowl of fragrant noodles with cured pork and scallions was ready.

After finishing the noodles in large mouthfuls, his stomach felt better. Just then, the stove in the kitchen should have heated up the fireplace in the bedroom, so he took out a quilt from the closet and spread it on the bed in the bedroom.

The next day, he slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up and leaving the yard.

Then I rode my bicycle out and ate a bowl of stir-fried pork liver with four pork and scallion buns at a breakfast stall at the alley entrance before leisurely heading to work.

Upon arriving at the diplomatic building, he didn't need to sign in; he went straight to Xu Yimin's office, ignoring everything else, and collapsed onto the sofa as soon as he entered.

Xu Yimin was quite happy to see Sun Zhiwei return, especially since Sun Zhiwei had come back specifically to deliver a car to him: "Did it arrive last night?"

"Yes, I set off yesterday morning and flew for 12 hours straight without sleeping. It really wore me out. By the way, I parked the car downstairs last night, did you see it?"

"Thank you for your hard work. I saw the car as soon as I arrived this morning. You've done the department a great favor."

"If you want to thank me, skip the formalities and just bring out that Da Hong Pao tea you've been hiding so I can have a taste."

Xu Yimin, who had just been greeting him with a smile, immediately looked displeased when he heard that he wanted to drink Da Hong Pao tea: "Did Lao Han tell you that? That traitor."

Very few people knew that he owned Da Hong Pao tea, and Lao Han was one of the insiders.

Sun Zhiwei wasn't afraid of angering him, and just smiled as he started to negotiate: "Well, I don't want much, just one qian of Da Hong Pao tea a day, until the day I leave."

(End of this chapter)