70: private jet

Qin Zhao tidied up the design drafts on the table and decided not to worry about going to Fashion Week anymore.

He also hadn't expected that after going to Fashion Week without fail for so many years, just this one time he didn't go, he would miss the moment his work shone brilliantly.

In the end, Su Jixing couldn't win against Lu Qingyu and ultimately chose that outfit.

Su Jixing: "Fine, he's in his rebellious eighteen-year-old phase. Kids are hard to manage. He can wear whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't cause trouble."

The flight's departure time was at eight in the evening. To prevent being late and missing the flight, they started heading to the airport three hours early.

Chen Ting had already left yesterday; he had one more event than Lu Qingyu, so he needed to go earlier.

It started drizzling on the way. Su Jixing was a bit worried. When he bought the tickets yesterday, he checked the weather forecast, which predicted light to moderate rain. It shouldn't have affected the flight, but the weather is always unpredictable.

There were four people in total: Lu Qingyu, Su Jixing, the makeup artist, and the photographer. Su Jixing went to handle the check-in procedures. With half an hour left, they could rest at the airport for a while.

Just as they were about to board, the airport broadcast suddenly sounded. Su Jixing had a bad premonition, and sure enough, the flight they were taking was delayed by two hours.

Because the moderate rain outside had turned into a heavy downpour, the plane couldn't take off and had to wait for the rain to stop before they could leave.

"It's over. Who knows how long we'll have to wait."

There was nothing to be done about such force majeure; they could only wait at the airport.

So, Su Jixing ordered food at the airport again, and everyone ate something before continuing to wait.

But two hours later, they still couldn't take off as hoped. By this time, Su Jixing was also getting very anxious.

Lu Qingyu had been working by replying to emails on his phone, appearing quite calm. Su Jixing was anxious and stood up, saying, "I'll go ask what's going on."

Lu Qingyu nodded: "Sorry for the trouble, Brother Su."

Su Jixing went with the makeup artist, while the photographer stayed with Lu Qingyu.

A lot of passengers had already gathered at the service desk. Some were in a hurry, and after waiting for two hours, they still couldn't take off as scheduled, which greatly delayed their itineraries.

Everyone was already complaining to the service desk. A few difficult guests wanted to take advantage of the ground crew, causing a scene in hopes of potentially getting a cabin upgrade.

Just as Su Jixing arrived there, he heard the Young Lady at the service desk comforting everyone: "Please wait a moment, everyone. The meteorological bureau reported that the flight path for today happens to be in the direction of the heavy rain. For the sake of everyone's safety, we need to wait until the heavy rain passes before we can take off."

"Then exactly how long do we have to wait? Give us a straight answer."

The Young Lady was also in a difficult position. Everyone kept asking for a straight answer, but they couldn't negotiate with the heavy rain to make it stop.

"Hello, we don't know how long the delay will be at the moment, but we will arrange for takeoff immediately once the rain eases."

It wasn't just their plane; other planes couldn't leave either. With too many people gathered, the hall was noisy, eventually drawing the airport manager over.

The manager stood on the platform, and everyone asked him: "When exactly can we take off?"

The manager first comforted everyone, then said: "Please stay calm, everyone. As we can all see, the heavy rain outside hasn't stopped. This rain is brought by a typhoon. If we take off now, we cannot guarantee everyone's safety."

Guest: "It was raining just as hard last week, and planes were able to fly then. Why can't they now?"

Manager: ??? Last week? "May I ask which airline you flew with?"

Guest: "Shandong Airlines."

Manager: !!! Who the hell can compare to them? Their pilots are all retired fighter jet pilots. They'd even pull a vertical takeoff from flat ground in the rain. They can't do that.

Manager: "I'm afraid we can't leave tonight. However, don't worry, everyone. We will arrange hotels for you, and once the rain stops tomorrow morning, we will definitely arrange the earliest possible flights for you."

Hearing this, Su Jixing felt as if a heavy stone had dropped in his heart. They were also in a rush; if they couldn't get there on time, they would miss many events, and at that point, it would truly turn into a one-day tour of France.

Su Jixing and the makeup artist walked back. When Lu Qingyu saw him return, his expression wasn't particularly good.

"Brother Su, how is it?"

Su Jixing sighed: "I'm afraid we can't leave today. It's raining outside, and the planes can't fly."

Su Jixing thought for a moment, then opened his laptop. He needed to rearrange and coordinate the subsequent itinerary. This trip was a bit unlucky; if too much time was wasted due to transportation, he would have to consider cutting some events.

"Wait for me a moment. Let me see if we can transfer to another city to catch a flight. If transportation really doesn't allow it, we'll have no choice."

Lu Qingyu nodded. He stood up to stretch his body. Through the airport's glass window, the lights of a plane in the distance were on. Ground crew members were inspecting it in the rain, seemingly preparing for takeoff.

Weren't all flights grounded? Looking closer, it was a private jet.

Lu Qingyu scanned the airport area. Most people in the VIP lounge were picking up their things to leave, except for three foreigners. Lu Qingyu thought for a moment and walked over.

Su Jixing made a few work-related calls, then looked up airports in nearby cities, but ultimately found nothing suitable.

Half an hour later, he sighed again. This time there was really no way; they could only wait until tomorrow.

"Qingyu, let's go to the hotel first."

Su Jixing called out to Lu Qingyu, but when he looked up, the person was gone.

???

Su Jixing: "Where is he?"

Photographer: "He was just here a moment ago."

Makeup artist looked around behind them: "Over there."

Su Jixing turned around. Lu Qingyu had somehow started chatting with a foreigner. The two were laughing and talking, looking like friends.

Su Jixing walked over: "Qingyu, it's time for us to go."

When Lu Qingyu saw Su Jixing arrive, he didn't show any intention of leaving. Instead, he introduced him to Su Jixing: "Louis, let me introduce you. This is my Agent."

Lu Qingyu was speaking French. Su Jixing hadn't even recovered from the shock of Lu Qingyu knowing French when the man named Louis came over to shake Su Jixing's hand proactively.

"Hello, I am Louis."

Louis said this sentence in English. Su Jixing politely extended his hand to introduce himself, and only then did he size up the foreigner in front of him.

This foreigner was about fifty years old, wearing a dark brown striped suit that was tailored very meticulously. Su Jixing guessed that the man's suit must be custom-made.

Louis had a smile on his face, and his overall aura made him look like a big shot.

Lu Qingyu: "Brother Su, we can take Louis's private jet and leave together in a bit."

Su Jixing: "Hmm, but... what did you say?"