Wang Tu Baye

Chapter 16

Although Auckland International Airport has the word "international" and has related customs facilities and other supporting services, in fact, international flights rarely arrive here, but if you think that this airport is very deserted and sparsely populated, you are wrong.

Since FedEx established a transshipment center at Oakland Airport in 1988, Oakland Airport has been one of the busiest airports in the United States for air cargo. Southwest Airlines later set up a dispatch center here to fly to and from the United States.

Old rice people don’t like to describe themselves with a large land and rich resources. They generally call themselves the center of the universe, the world’s overlord, Wall Street, and they are sitting on the second-tier coast of the Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean. A model of wave storm soldiers winning the right to the earth.

San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Seattle on the west coast of the United States are about 5000 kilometers away from New York, Washington, Miami, and Orlando on the east coast.

Although the highway network that runs through the United States is dense and well-developed, there are very few people who are willing to spend two days on the road all night, people stop and run non-stop. Old rice people who attach great importance to the concept of time prefer to travel by plane.

The Greyhound buses that transport Laomi by road are actually doing a good business, but sometimes the miraculous country buses, where oil is cheaper than water, are more expensive than air tickets.

More than half of the people in the United States do not buy a house or stay in a certain city for a long time. Their main consumption is vacation, tourism, beauty, fitness, education, medical care and elderly care. The average person takes 2-3 flights per year and occupies the largest single aviation market in the world.

When Verus said that he was going to Atlanta in the afternoon, Dogton felt sad and depressed. Originally, he had already booked a hotel room with a young model, but now that the boss was running around with his career, it was too much for him to flirt. Unreasonable.

Doug drove Verus all the way to the airport in his Mustang, and Doug smiled flatteringly: "Boss, are you still used to this car, or you can just take it and make do with it. You can enter Eagle Valley with a car."

Verus waved his hand and said, "Thank you brother, take it back. Grandma said to give me a new car. I haven't been back to the manor these days."

Doug said enviously: "I heard that my ancestor gave you the two latest planes purchased by the family. Originally, one was for your father to take those CEOs of the world's top 500 for shopping around the world, and the other was for your family. The old man’s private plane. They were all detained by that person and sent to you, and the two masters were so angry that they couldn’t eat, but they had no choice but to do nothing.”

Verus smiled and said: "I have been involved in such a big accident, and I haven't seen what the two of them have said to me. How much is it to pay me for two small planes? They don't have the face to see me."

Doug clicked his mouth and said, "That's still called a small plane. There are no big planes on this earth. Hey, tell me that you must take dozens of Victoria's Secret Angels to some small islands in the Caribbean."

Verus patted the car door and said, "Let them take these two planes to Shenzhou this time, and also support them. If you have time, go and have fun together."

Doug wanted to go there in his heart. The mysterious oriental country eats good people who are simple and comfortable, but this boss Verus has changed his sex and is crazy about his work every day.

Doug said embarrassingly: "Boss, you are an example. I don't understand the grand plan you said, but you must have the awareness of dog legs as a dog leg. Don't worry, please come out after my grandpa comes out of the mountain. I will take care of the small things like starting a factory, building a company, renting a building, and hiring people to run errands, and you will be fine."

Verus was very satisfied with Doug's statement, and said, "Let's meet at noon tomorrow, and I'll take you to meet a venture capitalist. I'll take 60% of the new company's shares and you'll have 30%."

Doug's eyes lit up and he pretended to be modest and said, "How can that work? How can I get so many shares without paying any money, or I will get 10%."

Verus said without doubt: "Brothers belong to brothers and don't mix business and business. Business is business. You deserve your share. You are welcome. There will be time for you to contribute later."

Doug felt so relieved. This is obviously the rhythm of making him rich. He is a master who eats everything and loses everything. The little money given by the family is not enough for him to raise two more young stars and young models. He doesn’t have to pay for it himself. Money is not guaranteed.

Doug secretly swore in his heart that even if the old guy broke his leg and rode a mad cow for 8 seconds when he went back this time, he would definitely pull the old thing out and use it. Even if there are no difficulties, we must create difficulties.

Doug regrets that the flight with the boss Verus is in the wrong direction this time. He is going back to his grandfather's ranch in Dallas, Texas, while Verus is going to Atlanta.

Otherwise, he would definitely encourage the boss to call a special plane to come over for service. The private plane is not equipped with ordinary American civil aviation aunts and aunts. The fresh and delicious pink cabbage.

Chickens have chickens and ducks have ducks. Doug, who has been wandering around all year round, made a phone call at the airport, and a commuter maintenance vehicle with an airport license plate directly sent them to the apron.

Doug bowed his head and couldn't stop apologizing, "Boss, I'm really sorry, most of the flights to Atlanta are full and overbooked. This is the nearest flight with vacant seats, and the next flight will be more than three hours away."

Verus looked at the small plane in front of him and took a deep breath. The average Chinese people are used to the 737 or 320 for ordinary flights, not to mention the later Jumbo 380 and these double-decker big guys. In the concept of civil aviation, a flight always costs There are about 200 to dozens or [-] people.

The old rice who is known as the world's largest market, unexpectedly filled with a lot of messy and unheard of small planes and old planes in the selection of flights, such as the Bombardier in front of you and the McDonnell Douglas in the next seat are still reliable, at least I have heard of this name.

But a plane with twenty or so seats is not as good as a bus with more people. Most people can’t get in that cabin door without bowing their heads. The aisle is so narrow that Verus can only walk slowly sideways, and he has to keep his body bent. attitude.

Don’t expect any services or anything. It took a lot of effort for Verus to squeeze himself into the seat gap that was less than 30 inches (1 inch equals 2.54 centimeters). He looked at the one at the cabin door. A super heavyweight in the 300-plus-pound class has nothing to think about but good luck.

Four and a half hours later, the plane hovered over the Atlanta airport and circled one after another. The pilot of the plane was arguing with the dispatcher as usual.

However, the airport dispatcher still insisted that there was no airway for landing, and suggested that the pilot try his luck at another airport. The bearded captain was so angry that he wanted to parachute to strike and leave, and finally reluctantly gave a runway.

The moment the plane finally landed at the Atlanta airport, the passengers on board unbuckled their seat belts and greeted the flight attendant loudly as if nothing had happened, such as flight delays, cancellations, and forced landings.

Verus raised his wrist to look at his watch and found that the time was running out. He ran out of the airport and stopped a taxi and got in. He pulled out a stack of Franklin and said, "Go to the bar in Barcelona. If you can get there before 22:[-], the money It's all yours."

The brown-skinned, afro-haired driver, who is estimated to be of Central or South American origin, looked up at the hundred-dollar bills left on the driver's console. He was silent for a while, then unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

After quickly throwing the pliers and the two license plates into the trunk, the driver got on the car floor with a murderous face, and the oil was ejected from the floor.

(End of this chapter)