Refund, repurchase, check-in, security check, the whole process is like a war.
After everything was settled, Jiang Fuyue rushed in in the last two minutes.
She stopped and turned around, and said to the man through a gate, "Thank you."
It was still that cold, handsome and unapproachable face, and it was still cold at this time, "Yeah."
"How do I give you the money?"
Although Jiang Fuyue had to refund the ticket and buy it again, Xie Dingyuan also borne the handling fee.
What's more, there is ten times the reward she promised earlier...
Xie Dingyuan: "I'll talk about it later."
Jiang Fuyue: "Then let's add a WeChat friend first?"
The man took out his mobile phone, clicked on the QR code, and said in a calm tone, "Scan me."
Jiang Fuyue sent a friend to verify, and before he passed, she quickly put away her phone: "Time is running out, let's go first."
He nodded slightly, and turned to leave.
At this time, a call came in, it was the assistant Sheng Yiming.
Xie Dingyuan connected.
Sheng Yiming: "I have re-booked your ticket, but only the economy class is left, so..."
"Well. What time do you fly?"
"Three forty."
He frowned slightly.
On the other side, Sheng Yiming seemed to know what he was thinking: "It's already the fastest flight, and now I'm afraid it will be even later if I temporarily arrange a private jet."
Private jets have to apply to the Aviation Administration for routes. In addition, they have to go through a series of complicated pre-flight inspection procedures. Once problems are found, the voyage cannot be carried out.
In contrast, it is more convenient to take a civilian flight directly.
only…
Sheng Yiming asked uncertainly, "Are you late?"
Otherwise, how could we miss the flight
Now have to rebook.
But when he asked this, Sheng Yiming himself didn't believe it.
Will Xie Dingyuan be late? Unless it's raining red.
However, the next second—
"Um."
He admitted, admitted? !
Are you really late? !
On the other end, Sheng Yiming was holding the phone, his mouth closed for a long time because he was too surprised.
Xie Dingyuan: "The meeting was postponed for an hour. First, arrange for two professors, Ge and Lin, to come on stage to present recent research results; if the flight is not delayed, I will arrive in time and go directly to complete the signing ceremony; if there is a delay, let Song Yuanzhou sign on his behalf."
"But they asked you to attend by name..."
"Never mind, I'll explain."
"good."
Before the call ended, Sheng Yiming suddenly remembered: "You send me the last ticket information, and I'll go through the insurance process."
Xie Dingyuan: "..."
"Boss?"
"No."
"… oh."
Today is really weird.
…
At three o'clock in the afternoon, when Xie Dingyuan was still stranded at the Imperial Capital Airport, Jiang Fuyue had already arrived in Linhuai.
The flight landed on time, and since it was a business class, Jiang Fuyue walked directly through the VIP passage, traveling smoothly all the way.
Compared to the other passengers who were full of bags and dusty, she walked straight through the hall empty-handed and out of the airport gate, walking like the wind, with a cold expression on her face.
A commercial Buick was parked by the side of the road, Jiang Fuyue opened the rear door and sat in.
Hu Ben came in person, and Xiao Liu sat in the co-pilot.
The two looked at each other, not daring to speak rashly.
until-
Jiang Fuyue: "Tell me, what's going on?"
Hu Ben: "I went to the pancake shop in person. It has not been open since it closed last night."
Xiao Liu added: "Just to be on the safe side, I broke open the door and went in to have a look. It was very clean, and there were no traces of fighting or blood."
So the place of the accident should not be in the pancake shop.
Jiang Fuyue was expressionless, her eyes were looking straight ahead: "Where's my house?"
Hu Ben: "I went, no, but there were leftovers on the table that I hadn't cleaned up in time, and the lights were on, so there were no traces of fighting, but... there was blood on the ground and walls."