Chapter 901, Coming-of-Age Ceremony
At Courchevel International Airport.
The world's most expensive private jet, a Boeing 757, is parked here.
Even ground staff and flight crew would stare at such an aircraft for a long time... because it is a symbol of status and prestige.
Typically, such aircraft are painted with the company name or family surname to showcase their wealth.
However, there was nothing on the plane except its serial number.
Extremely mysterious.
This Boeing 757 has been parked at the airport for half a month. The daily parking fees and crew salaries alone probably amount to more than 70,000 yuan.
Many second-tier business tycoons actually have their private jets managed by professional companies; otherwise, they would feel the pinch maintaining them for tens of millions of yuan a year.
But the owner of this private jet doesn't seem to care about any of that.
There was a captain, a first officer, four flight attendants, a cook, and even a security guard on board.
However, the security personnel are not responsible for ensuring the safety of the aircraft, but rather for supervising the flight crew...
Meanwhile, the crew of the private jet were waiting anxiously.
These crew members are all veterans. Each position has undergone rigorous selection. Flight attendants must be capable, beautiful and dignified, and maintain a healthy weight. Captains are required to have more than 12,000 hours of flight experience.
But they were still very nervous.
Because no one told them who they were waiting for, nor were they allowed to ask.
All crew members signed confidentiality agreements, requiring them to conceal everything they saw and heard, and... live under assumed names for 10 years.
All staff members had their communication devices confiscated, and security personnel were assigned to manage them.
In return, they received rewards that are unimaginable to ordinary people.
More importantly, no passengers have ever boarded this private jet since it was purchased.
The crew members were simply ordered to go to India, Nepal, France, the Netherlands, etc., to stand by.
Every time they go to a place, all they have to do is wait quietly there, waiting for a passenger who may or may not come.
The Boeing 757s fly endlessly, yet they've never even seen a passenger; it's as if they're serving the air.
At times, they might even doubt their own work: Are they really crew members? Will anyone actually ride on this plane?
Those empty flights flew back and forth as if fuel were free. Yet, they'd been working on that plane for a long time, and even though no one flew on, they still got paid, plus bonuses and overtime pay…
The next moment.
They saw a convoy of black cars approaching. The doors opened, and Qingchen was seen wearing sportswear, looking like a student on his way to school.
The captain and flight attendants were stunned. It was this person!
Lord of Daylight, Qingchen!
How could anyone in this world not know this person these days? They're trending on social media every single day!
It wasn't until this moment that they realized that the entire private jet was dedicated to serving just one person.
Therefore, wherever Qing Chen went, they would be required to fly there and stand by.
Regardless of whether Qingchen needs them or not, they will always be there whenever the other party requires them.
This is an exclusive service provided by the Hu Group to Qingchen.
It wasn't just the flight crew; it also included the safe houses Hu hired from retired intelligence personnel around the world, as well as the two sports cars airlifted by the transport plane...
In fact, Qingchen had never used it even once, but the Hu Group had always been preparing it for him...
Qingchen said it wasn't necessary, but Hu Xiaoniu said it was the treatment that a major shareholder of the Hu Group should receive.
Today, the Hu family has become one of the world's largest multinational corporations.
Its business covers military industry, mechanical limbs, drug research and development, virtual world development, chemical industry, agriculture, new energy, automobile manufacturing, airship manufacturing, semiconductors, aerospace...
There are too many.
In places that were once colonized by the Kingdom and the Future Organization, after Kunlun destroyed them, the Hu Group would immediately appear. Behind the Hu Group is the Qing Clan of the Underworld.
Hu Xiaoniu's father, Hu Dacheng, was a very clever man. Instead of being complacent, he transferred 70% of the shares to Qingchen for 1 yuan, 22% to Kunlun, and kept only 5% for himself and 3% for Hu Xiaoniu.
The Hu Group is a listed company, so any change in equity exceeding 5% must be disclosed.
When this equity transaction was announced, it immediately became a trending topic. Many people wondered why Hu Dacheng did this, but his answer was: a year ago, his Hu Group was worth only 70 billion yuan, but now he only holds 5% of the shares, which are worth 170 billion yuan.
In Hu Dacheng's view, doing business is not about making all the money into your own hands, but about knowing how to make choices.
When traveling to faraway places, it's not important where you go, but who you travel with.
He is still the chairman of the board of directors of the Hu Group, managing the company on behalf of everyone. He still eats in the staff canteen and lives a peaceful life, as if nothing has changed.
However, there was one exception: many of the Hu Group's businesses began to move from the open to the underground, continuing to operate quietly.
After the equity transfer was completed, many media reporters wanted to contact the new major shareholder, Qing Chen, but Qing Chen seemed to have vanished into thin air, and no one could find him.
The chairmen of other groups all give interviews to some extent. The bigwigs will give reporters some red envelopes and generous travel expenses to ensure that the reporters report on them in a good way.
But Qingchen seemed to have no need for those empty titles.
This Lord of Daylight doesn't seem to be a person living in the mortal world; he's more like a god living in another world, untouchable.
The problem is that he is now a central figure in almost every hot topic in China.
Now, the moment the four flight attendants saw Qingchen, they felt as if the world had brightened, and all the waiting had been worthwhile.
They had previously wondered which rich person had money to burn, buying a private jet like others but not using it, thinking it was just foolish and wasteful.
But now that they've discovered the plane's owner is Qing Chen, everything suddenly makes sense.
When Qingchen got off the bus, the first thing she saw was not the beautiful flight attendants, but the armed security personnel behind them.
This was his instinctive reaction, his fighting instinct.
The captain said somewhat nervously, "Hello, I am the captain of this aircraft. It's a pleasure to serve you. We will arrive at our destination in 12 hours..."
Qing Chen turned to look at him and smiled, "Don't be nervous, I won't eat people."
After saying that, he walked through the crowd, went into the cabin, sat down, and quietly waited for takeoff.
A flight attendant knelt down in front of Qing Chen with the most elegant posture she could manage, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Qing, it's 12:42 AM now. What kind of late-night snack would you like?"
"No, I don't eat."
"Would you like something to drink? We have 50-year-old Yamazaki whisky, 1957 Bowmore whisky (distilled in 1957 and bottled in 2011), and 1907 Snow White Champagne 'Silent Ship'..."
"Thank you, but I don't drink alcohol. I brought my own water," Qing Chen said with a smile. Given his current status, he could no longer drink water from unknown sources, nor could he consume food from unknown sources.
It wasn't about how noble his status was, but rather how much of a threat he posed to the enemy.
The flight attendant smiled and left. Once she returned to the catering area, the other three flight attendants immediately whispered, "How was it? How was it?"
She shook her head in disappointment: "He doesn't give me a chance to serve at all. It's like he doesn't need anything."
This expensive private jet seems to be nothing more than a means of transportation for the other party, without any added value.
However, just as the plane was closing its cabin door, Qing Chen suddenly walked into the catering room. He glanced at the security personnel, who immediately stood up and said, "Parents, it's ready."
"Are you sure it can take off automatically?"
"Confirmed, it's the Qing family's technology."
Every aircraft in the surface world has an autopilot mode, but it is limited to automatic landing and automatic flight. Automatic takeoff is not possible; that requires technology that Hu brought back from the inner world.
Qing Chen nodded and knocked on the driver's seat: "Turn on autopilot mode, then follow me."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stern of the cabin. The security personnel opened the bathroom door for him, but Qing Chen took a step out and disappeared into the transparent ripples on the bathroom wall.
The crew was stunned. What was going on? How could the person have suddenly disappeared?
Besides, you bought this plane to fly on, right? If you have the ability to travel through space, why would you buy this plane?
But the security personnel looked at them and said, "Follow me."
The crew members went inside one by one. Behind the door was Zhengcheng's bookstore, where Lu Yuan was leisurely sitting in a chair reading a book: "We're already on the plane, why do we still need to use the Key Gate?"
As they were talking, someone closed the key door from inside the bookstore.
Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "We're in the game now, so it's always good to test the waters."
At this moment, he turned to the crew and said, "Please wait here for a while. At the latest, we will have a result before the plane lands, which will be 8 hours later."
Lu Yuan stood up: "Let's go to Whale Island."
"Wait a moment, let me change my clothes," Qingchen said. "Boss He is so particular, we should dress formally for his funeral, otherwise he will look down on us."
Lu Yuan fell silent.
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Whale Island sails slowly on the Pacific Ocean, with waves crashing against its cliffs and splashing water several meters high.
Inside Whale Island, the Time Travelers were all dressed in neat suits and school uniforms, and everyone seemed a little downcast.
"Do you think my tie is neat?" a boy asked the girl next to him.
"It's all neat now."
The time travelers dressed impeccably to show how seriously they took the matter… they were attending a memorial service.
At that moment, the key gate at the entrance to Whale Island opened, and a young man dressed in a black suit, white shirt, and black collar entered, slowly walking towards the green cliff on Whale Island.
Qingchen's face and hands were still wounded by shrapnel, and several bloody marks appeared on his clean face, making him look quiet but with a hint of ferocity.
When the students saw him, they immediately stopped in their tracks, leaving only the deep blue sea and the sound of waves crashing against the shore of Whale Island, a sound as if time had passed, ancient and desolate.
Qing Chen walked calmly past the students.
The crowded people parted to make way, and the students bowed slightly: "Hello, Dean."
"Hello, Dean."
"Hello, Dean."