Lu Ming entered the bedroom from the guest cabin. Hanzhu, who was curiously looking out the window at the white clouds, immediately shrank back into the big bed, covering her head with the snow-white goose down quilt. She was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look at Lu Ming at all.
Lu Ming smiled slightly and sat on the single sofa beside the bed, looking at the white clouds floating outside the window. The clouds were quietly floating in the distance. It was a different feeling from watching from the ground.
This is a 36-seat passenger aircraft from Sanmai, which has been converted into a private jet. It has a bedroom and a reception room. The front cabin is an 8-seat cabin with leather seats, but the space and other aspects exceed the standard business class in the previous life.
It uses a twin-turboprop engine, which is a very mature engine today. Sanmai's jet engine project is only a prototype and is far from being truly practical.
This private jet is the first private jet owned by Lu Ming and was named "Golden Shield No. 1".
Now we fly from Donghai to Zhenjiang.
Zhenjiang Province is the southernmost province among the five provinces in the south of the Yangtze River. It also has the only airport among the five provinces in the south of the Yangtze River. It is a private airport built by the former governor of Zhenjiang Province. It is basically to serve his private plane. He is a super-rich aristocrat who is very particular about style. He is completely different from the Governor-General of Jiangning, Earl Chaxon.
Today was also the first time for Lu Ming to take this private plane, but it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. He loved Hanzhu so much that he wanted to take her to the sky to see the clouds and the ground. Hanzhu had never been on a plane before.
Although Hanzhu woke up this afternoon, she felt lazy and weak all over. She was almost carried all the way onto the plane by Lu Ming. She just took a short nap in the bedroom of this private plane. They flew for more than an hour and were almost at their destination. It seemed that she had just woken up and struggled to the bed to look at the scenery outside the window.
Lu Ming came in and made her curl up in the snow-white goose down quilt out of shame.
Sitting on the small sofa beside the bed, Lu Ming smiled and said, "You're still not in the mood..." He reached in and gently held her soft and boneless hand, and said, "Show your face..."
Although Hanzhu was extremely shy, she still gently pulled down the goose down quilt after hearing what her master said, revealing her pretty face. However, she still closed her eyes and did not dare to look at Lu Ming. Her pretty face turned red with shyness.
Looking at her pretty face that was so beautiful that it could shame the moon and flowers, Lu Ming's heart felt warm again. The expression on that pretty face when he was conquering her last night reappeared on his mind. He immediately felt his whole body restless, and his soul felt like it was about to fly away.
But he didn't expect that Wushan was so intoxicated. The spiritual and physical fusion with this little cutie made him feel indescribable warmth and satisfaction psychologically. Physically, he felt so happy that his bones and muscles were weak and he wanted to swallow her delicate body, which was as soft as flower mud, into his stomach.
However, Hanzhu was in a weak body, so I had to let her go last night, and it was only once.
I wanted to continue to be affectionate with her and pamper her tonight, but looking at the situation, I’m afraid it won’t work. She might have to rest for ten days or half a month to recover her strength
Yes, I didn't expect that when I was making love, I seemed to be full of infinite power, and had a vague illusion that I was like a real dragon, controlling the clouds and rain, and soaring in the fairyland.
Seeing Hanzhu's eyes tightly closed in shame, his mind reappeared the lovely expression of pain and shame when she was raped last night, her angelic moans in his ear, and her soft pleading later, his heart was even more hot, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched her pink face, and said with a smile: "Okay, we are husband and wife, what is there to be shy about? Open your eyes..."
Thinking of the scenes of last night, that embarrassing scene, Hanzhu felt extremely shy, but her master asked her to open her eyes, so she could only slowly open her beautiful eyes, but she didn't dare to look at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming smiled and didn't make it difficult for her. He gently held her slender hand and said, "Zhuzhu, when we go back home tonight, your husband will continue to pamper you. He will love you so much that he can't stop loving you! He wants to love you every night!"
Hanzhu's pretty face turned slightly pale, but there was a hint of joy and shyness in her beautiful eyes. She whispered, "Master, I am not blessed to enjoy even a drop of your celestial dew. It is my blessing to serve your dragon body..."
Even though he knew that his body couldn't bear it, he would not refuse his master's request, and he felt that it was a great blessing from heaven.
Moreover, I heard from Bizhu that the master is the body of a real dragon. When you touch the master lightly, you will have an illusion, as if your small body is attached to the body of a huge dragon, and he is holding you and ascending to one fairyland after another.
How can I always bear this kind of blessing? However, death is also a blessing.
Seeing her expression, Lu Ming felt even more pity for her and stopped teasing her. He smiled and said, "Then you should take care of it for a while and digest this blessing."
At this time, the girl's clear voice came from the loudspeaker, "Master, Second Grandma, the plane will begin to descend in ten minutes."
From pilots to flight attendants, in addition to professional training, they all underwent special training by Saori Kuroki.
It seems that the destination is about to be reached.
"Oh, Master... I, your servant, am so rude!" Hanzhu felt powerless all over and extremely ashamed. She had no idea what strange images were popping up in her mind. Only then did she realize that her master was sitting next to her and she was lying down. How rude of her!
At this time, you have to struggle to sit up.
Lu Ming smiled and gently pressed her shoulders. "Don't move. We will return home right away. I want to take you to the sky to see the scenery. However, I also want to take a look here. We will return right away! You can rest now. I will be back soon. This is an order. You must lie down and rest!"
"Oh..." Hanzhu nodded gently, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes, "Master, I, your servant, will die without regrets..."
Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat. Originally, the future of his beloved treasure was a source of worry. He was relieved to hear that Hanzhu and Bizhu now had two bodies and two souls. However, he still didn't want to hear such unlucky words. He frowned and said, "Don't say such things in the future. You promised me that you would stay with me forever. Besides, if we have to leave, I will leave first." He added, "Okay, you take a rest. I'll be back soon!"
Hanzhu nodded and watched his back as he left the bedroom, but she still stared in that direction without moving for a long time.
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The airport in Zhenjiang called Sanheli is very simple, with two runways, one for entry and one for exit.
Moreover, it can only be said that in today's era, the former governor can plan his own dedicated airport in the center of the provincial capital. Although, the airport is extremely small, it is completely different from the airport after the start of civil aviation.
When Lu Ming got off the plane, there was already a row of people waiting. The middle-aged Western man in a suit standing at the front took a few quick steps and bowed 90 degrees, "Sir, I'm Dyson, it's an honor to meet you!" The people in the row behind him also bowed deeply.
He is the director of Sanheli Airport.
The former governor left office at the beginning of this year, and this small airport has been basically abandoned, with not a single plane landing here in a month.
Even postal parcels were required to be transported by air according to an executive order issued by the former governor, but this order has now been abolished.
Therefore, if the airport needs to be operational, it must charge for charter flights, special flights, etc. Otherwise, it will be abandoned.
Dyson knew that he was going to be unemployed.
But suddenly the former boss brought good news, saying that someone wanted to buy Sanheli Airport. Although the negotiations were still ongoing, there was great hope. The former boss also felt that this small airport was of no use at all and was being half-sold and half-given away.
And today, I suddenly received a notice that the buyer wanted to come and take a look.
Dyson was so excited that he quickly called a meeting of all the ground staff at the airport to clean up. In addition, before the plane of the possible new boss landed, the ground staff must provide 100% service, including giving signals, subsequent refueling, and routine aircraft inspections, etc.
Now, he was waiting at the tarmac with several administrative staff.
The possible new boss is a mysterious rich man who is very low-key. Dyson is also familiar with receiving such big shots.
When the former governor was here, some of his friends flew to this airport on special planes. There were also a few low-profile ones. You had no idea who they were or what they were doing, but they were all wealthy, millionaires or even tens of millions of dollars.
But this new boss is really too young.
Over there, Lu Ming looked at the airport. Although he was mentally prepared, he still felt a little disappointed.
But think about it, in the past, America claimed to have more than 20,000 airports, but most of them were small airports like this without control towers, because there might not be a plane taking off or landing in a day, so there was really no need for control towers to exist.
Just bargain harder.
Lu Ming looked at the small airport and pondered.
"Sir, would you like to go to the terminal and take a look?" Dyson suggested enthusiastically.
Lu Ming smiled, "No, I'm going back now!" He had seen the floor plan. The so-called terminal hall was just a reception room, where friends might sit before a private plane takes off or after it lands to see them off or greet them.
"Dyson, do a good job!" Lu Ming smiled at him.
This airport must be taken over. It gave me inspiration to study oracle bone script in some normal school in Zhenjiang.
Next time you go to Montenegro, you can just land here by private plane, and then take the train from Zhenjiang, or you can directly prepare a car and go to Montenegro, which is more efficient.
From Beiguan to Zhenjiang, the route distance is about 700 kilometers according to the previous life. After all, my "Golden Shield No. 1" is a propeller plane, so the speed is not high, about 350 kilometers per hour, but it is considered the fastest means of transportation in the world today. It only takes two hours to get from Beiguan to Zhenjiang. From Zhenjiang to Heishan, the railway is relatively flat. If it is an express train, the speed can reach more than 100 kilometers per hour, which also takes about two hours.
Including the miscellaneous time spent, it only takes half a day.
It turns out that it takes about 20 hours to travel from Donghai to Montenegro, including all the hassles. In other words, it takes almost a day and a night to travel, and you can only rest for one night on the train.
Private planes do not need to wait, so they are more efficient. If it were civil aviation in the past, the airport would be far away from the city, and plus the journey to the airport, waiting time, etc., it would actually be inefficient.
On the other side, Dyson was immediately excited when he heard Lu Ming asking him to "do a good job" in the future. However, as long as the deal was not concluded, and if the contract was not signed to retain him, he would find that the words of many bosses were not reliable. He would naturally understand this after experiencing more.
He bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, sir. I have been working here for more than ten years, and there has never been an accident with a plane taking off from Sanheli Airport."
Lu Ming smiled. It sounds impressive, but how many flights do we actually have per year? That's a big difference. Even during the busiest year of the former governor, there were probably only about 100 to 200 flights a year. One flight every three days is good.
But he didn't say much, just smiled and said, "Okay, I'm back!" and turned to walk towards his private plane.
Dyson and others hurriedly followed him, and when Lu Ming boarded the plane, they led the administrative staff and bowed in unison.
Apparently Dyson had lived in the Middle-earth province for a long time, and his etiquette had become Middle-earth-like.