I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

Based on the current sales of Great Wall 386, Yan Jiefang Technology Company's revenue in the third quarter should be over 4000 million yuan.

However, only a paltry ten million actually arrived in the account.

Yan Jiefang knew perfectly well that someone was definitely up to no good!

He traveled overnight to the Great Wall headquarters in Beijing.

After eliciting recent memories from several senior staff members on duty, they visited the homes of several leaders.

The problem was eventually discovered to be mainly located in the Bagualing Industrial Zone of Futian District in the south.

They didn't report the number of microcomputers shipped over there.

In other words, his ten million this time was just the amount settled in 49 cities.

The Special Administrative Region didn't give them a single penny.

Yan Jiefang decided to buy a plane ticket and head south the next day.

I'm going to Hong Kong for an exchange and celebration in a few days.

He plans to inform the Sports Commission and head south ahead of time, then cross the border directly through the Luohu Port.

The next morning, Yan Jiefang went to the Sports Commission to explain the situation to the leaders and obtained a letter of introduction for purchasing plane tickets.

At this point, a letter of introduction is still required to purchase plane tickets, and the person's rank cannot be too low.

For example, a letter of introduction from a typical village-level unit has no effect whatsoever; they won't even glance at it.

Even a letter of introduction from a township government only has theoretical validity for purchasing tickets; whether or not one can actually buy a ticket is a matter of opinion.

It's safest to go with the county or regimental level!

When Yan Jiefang went to the ticket hall at the Capital Airport to buy a plane ticket, all the tickets for the 9 a.m. flight were already sold out, and even the emergency seats were all used up.

Fortunately, there were still a few plane tickets available at 14:40 PM, and not wanting to resort to any underhanded tactics, he bought a ticket for the afternoon.

Although things are very bad in the Special Administrative Region, there's no rush in these few hours.

He took an afternoon flight, and by the time he arrived in Futian District it would be evening, which would make it convenient for him to do these things.

Around 2 p.m., Yan Jiefang followed the group slowly forward, his gaze fixed on the passenger plane ahead.

The white fuselage is accented with dark blue trim, and the towering T-shaped tail is quite eye-catching. There are no suspended engines under the wings.

Two maintenance workers carrying tool bags walked towards us, their hushed conversation carried on the wind.

"The components of this Trident 2E are severely aged, and every pre-flight inspection must be carried out meticulously."

"The original manufacturer has long since stopped production, and spare parts can only be pieced together from old aircraft. British airlines have already phased it out, and once the Boeing 757s arrive in large quantities, these old aircraft will be retired one after another."

"After the Kai Tak incident, the departure standards for all flights of the same model have been much stricter than before."

The two brushed past each other and walked away.

Yan Jiefang stepped onto the gangway and found his seat.

The faint smell of engine oil and heated rubber lingered around my nose, and even cleaning the surrounding area with a cleaning technique couldn't dissipate it.

He recalled what the two maintenance personnel had mentioned about the "Kai Tak incident."

That accident happened not long ago, only a little over a month ago.

Yan Jiefang, who frequently reads newspapers, was naturally quite familiar with the events.

The aircraft involved in that accident was also a Trident II E passenger plane!

At the time, the plane went out of control and overran the runway during landing.

The fuselage broke off from the first three rows, the nose sank into the sea, the cockpit was flooded, and all six crew members drowned.

Fortunately, the rear half of the fuselage remained on the embankment, and all 78 passengers in the cabin were safe and sound, except for one person who died from a sudden serious illness.

According to reports, the accident was caused by heavy rain at Hong Kong's Kai Tak Airport.

Of course, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is actually a way to appease the passengers.

Everyone knows that the main reason is that these British-made aircraft are of poor quality.

After all, just a few years ago, the UK had already grounded all of these aircraft.

He knew of three of the aviation accidents in China during the 1980s involving the Trident II E.

The most serious incident was a Guangzhou-Guilin flight where the plane crashed into a mountain, killing all 112 people on board.

"Excuse me, could you let me through for a moment?"

A woman's voice rang in my ears.

Yan Jiefang looked up and saw a familiar-looking young woman looking at him.

He glanced at the empty seat next to him, stepped into the aisle, and let her in.

He vaguely remembered this woman; she seemed to be a fairly famous singer, but he couldn't quite place who she was.

The middle-aged male passenger sitting by the window recognized her immediately and greeted her in a low voice, somewhat excitedly.

"Excuse me, sir, are you Amin?"

Upon hearing this, Amin turned her head and nodded slightly.

"Hello, this is..."

A smile spread across the man's face:

"No wonder it looked familiar. This year's Spring Festival Gala featured a song called 'Missing You,' which was played on tape recorders every day in our factory dormitory and office."

I was incredibly lucky; we ended up sitting next to each other on the same flight.

Amin reached out and straightened the edges of the cloth bag draped over her lap, and smiled faintly:

Thank you for liking my song.

The man was very outgoing:

"When I went to Guangzhou for business, your tapes were everywhere in the audio-visual stores along the way."

"I was planning to buy a couple of boxes at Baiyun Airport to take back to the north on this trip south. Are you going to Guangzhou for a performance?"

Amin's tone was flat:

"Go to Pacific Audio-Visual to record some new songs."

The man nodded, sensing her lack of desire to speak, and wisely decided not to continue the conversation for long.

"So you were recording an album. We look forward to your new song. We won't disturb your rest."

After saying that, the man turned back to look at the porthole.

Upon hearing their conversation, Yan Jiefang finally realized that they were the famous top female singer in mainland China!

Of course, she's still a bit lacking right now and needs to mature for a few more years.

After waiting a while, the cabin door finally locked, and the cabin was quiet for a moment before a calm female voice came over the overhead loudspeaker:

"Attention passengers, the aircraft is about to taxi for takeoff. Please be seated, fasten your seatbelts, and straighten your seatbacks."

Please do not smoke during takeoff and landing.

Please place your luggage safely under the seats. Thank you for your cooperation.

As the announcement ended, two flight attendants in navy blue uniforms slowly patrolled the aisle.

Many travelers' canvas bags and synthetic leather travel bags are too large to fit under the seats and have to be placed in the aisle.

...

Before long, a heavy roar surged from behind to the front, and a fine, continuous vibration came from under the seat.

The plane slowly taxied out of its parking position, gradually accelerated along the runway, raised its nose, and took off.

A moment later, a low hum of hydraulic operation came from below the hull, followed by a muffled thud as the landing gear retracted and locked.

The plane climbed steadily, the scenery on the ground quickly receded into the distance, and the faint smell of engine oil and rubber that had been present when boarding gradually dissipated.

Listening to the groans of agony emanating from every part of the plane, strained and overburdened, Yan Jiefang shook his head inwardly.

This plane is absolutely garbage!

No wonder there are so many accidents; a slight mistake could result in a crash and loss of life!

If it weren't for the fact that he could save his own life, he would never have taken this kind of beat-up plane.

It felt significantly worse than the Boeing 747SP he had flown in before.

Of course, it's just a feeling.

747 isn't anything good either.