Zhou Chongming was a little bored waiting and suggested: "How about asking Lao Zhao to buy a plane after we go back?"
Lu Beifeng thought about it for a while and decided to buy a private jet. It would be a waste of time to board the plane, wait for the plane, and have daily flight delays.
He said: "If you want to buy one, buy a bigger one. How about Airbus A380?"
Zhou Chongming's scalp felt numb: "It's not necessary. If it's too big, it can't be parked on an ordinary tarmac."
Airbus A380 is known as the Garden in the Sky, the giant in the aircraft industry, the aircraft with the largest passenger capacity in the world, and also the most expensive aircraft.
One unit sells for more than $400 million.
The most common domestic private jet is the Gulfstream G550, which sells for only US$50 million.
His old man bought this and has been using it for more than ten years. The quality is guaranteed and it is cheap and affordable.
"That's right, let's just go with the Gulfstream G700."
Lu Beifeng sneered. He also felt that the Airbus A380 was a bit outrageous, and the Gulfstream G700 was cheaper, less than 100 million US dollars. He said, "Let Will contact him."
Zhou Chongming: "The one with Damo?"
Lu Beifeng snorted coldly: "Who else besides that old scumbag? He has collected a lot of tolls from us in the past few years. Tell him that if we don't see the plane at the end of the year, we will replace him next time and let him eat the dirt."
Speaking of this old bastard, Zhou Chongming gritted his teeth: "It's best to let him decorate it before sending it over."
"But we have to go to Air China for maintenance first and all the crew members will be replaced. I don't trust the old American people."
"Definitely."
It was not time to board the plane yet, Lu Beifeng and Zhou Chongming were chatting about one ride after another.
"Watermelon, watermelon..."
Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, the door of the VIP room was opened, and eight people dressed in black and sunglasses dressed as bodyguards automatically stood in two rows.
Zhou Chongming was surprised: "Hey, which Buddha is this?"
"Big guy, 200 yuan per person. Bring your own clothes."
Lu Beifeng glanced at it and joked: "Would you like it? I'll arrange a send-off for you in Hongqiao. The water is black, it looks like black sh. It's absolutely solemn and solemn, and it's absolutely as powerful as a rainbow."
Zhou Chongming scolded: "Are you attending the funeral?"
Lu Beifeng smiled: "Almost."
"Why do you know?"
"Do you know why others call you Mr. Zhou and call me Mr. Lu?"
"No, others also call me Mr. Zhou."
"Okay, I was wrong. Let me ask again, why do people call you Mr. Zhou and me, Director Lu?"
"Why?"
Lu Beifeng showed a proud smile: "Obviously, I am your father's generation."
"Fuck, you took advantage of me again..."
Zhou Chongming looked outside the door and was attracted by the three people escorted by black bodyguards. He said: "That woman seems to be a female star. What is her name?"
Lu Beifeng asked curiously: "Have you ever played?"
Zhou Chongming shook his head and said: "No, but the principal seems to have played with it, and I can't remember clearly."
Among the three people, there was an older woman who looked like an agent. She entered the hall and looked around arrogantly.
When he saw Zhou Chongming and Lu Beifeng, he couldn't believe it. His old face suddenly burst into laughter and he hurriedly pulled the female star up to greet them warmly: "Mr. Lu, it's a coincidence that we meet Mr. Zhou here. Come and say hello, Xixi."
"Have we met?"
Lu Beifeng asked doubtfully. He had no impression of this old woman in his memory.
Zhou Chongming had just been teased and was getting angry. Then he heard others calling him Mr. Zhou and Mr. Lu. Without thinking, he blurted out, "Call me daddy."
The female star was suddenly frightened. She pouted her mouth and shouted aggrievedly: "Dad."
A little forced, but not very forced.
Habits come from nature.
Lu Beifeng held his belly and bent over with a smile, gave a thumbs up, and laughed loudly: "Niubi! Now you are the same generation as Lao Wang and us."
Zhou Chongming was unhappy at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was the reason, and it seemed to be pretty good. He looked at Lu Beifeng with a strange smile on his face and said, "Say hello to Uncle Lu."
Zhang Xiaoxi is well-behaved and sensible: "Hello, Uncle Lu." Her father has already called her, so she would mind calling her uncle one more time?
Lu Beifeng couldn't stop laughing. He stood up and said coldly: "Let's go, it's time to board the plane."
Seeing Lu Beifeng's embarrassment, Zhou Chongming smiled happily. He touched the female star's head and said with a smile: "My dear daughter, you are really sensible. Leave a WeChat message and my father will contact you when you get to Shanghai."
After exchanging WeChat messages, Zhou Chongming hurriedly caught up.
Looking at the two of them leaving, Zhang Xiaoxi asked softly: "Sister Hui, didn't you want me to have less contact with these second-generation people, for fear of offending the principal?"
The agent named Sister Hui said: "I used to think that you couldn't get in touch with the second generation at that level, so I told you to have less contact because you relied on the principal to make your debut."
"But Mr. Zhou is different. He is the eldest son of the Shengshi Group, and he is no less generous than the principal."
"What about Mr. Lu?"
After all, Zhang Xiaoxi has been in the industry for a few years and knows how to observe people's emotions. She can tell that this Mr. Zhou is centered around Mr. Lu.
"he?"
Sister Hui paused for a few seconds and said, "I'm not very sure. I'm sure he's not the second generation, but the second generation are all in awe of him, including the principal."
Of course Lu Beifeng didn't know Sister Hui, but Sister Hui had met Lu Beifeng.
At a dinner party half a year ago.
That man was admired and admired by countless second generations, and even the first generation, like a moon surrounded by stars.
Later she learned that that was actually a banquet specially set for Lu Beifeng.
As for the specific reason, she was not qualified to know.
Sister Hui sighed: "Xixi, it would be great if you could make friends with Mr. Lu."
Zhang Xiaoxi smiled bitterly and said, "I can see that he dislikes me very much."
Perhaps in their eyes, they are just goods with a clearly marked price, not even a normal person.
Sister Hui held her hand and said softly: "Feel wronged?"
Zhang Xiaoxi shook her head and smiled freely: "There is nothing to feel wronged about. It's not the path you choose."
The entertainment industry,
The brighter the surface, the dirtier it is behind the scenes.
Before you have the strength to become capital, you are the plaything of capital.
She's already used to it.
…
Evening, Hongqiao Airport.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked at the entrance of the airport. The driver in a black suit and white gloves stood beside the car door waiting for someone.
Seeing Lu Beifeng and Zhou Chongming coming out, the driver opened the door and said very respectfully: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Lu, please come in, be careful."
Lu Beifeng sat in the back and said, "Thank you for your hard work, driver. Go to Jiangchen Yipin."
The driver's face looked troubled. Zhou Chongming seemed to have known something for a long time and said: "Let's drive first."
Lu Beifeng didn't notice it at first. It took about twenty minutes before he realized something was wrong.
This is not the way to Jiangchen Yipin.
Lu Beifeng turned to look at Zhou Chongming, looking at him quietly without saying anything.
Zhou Chongming coughed unnaturally and had no choice but to explain: "I didn't arrange this."
Lu Beifeng asked: "Do you know?"
Zhou Chongming nodded: "Then I definitely know."
"Who arranged it?"
"Hu Zi." Zhou Chongming sold decisively.
"Qin Hu..."
Lu Beifeng suddenly felt a toothache, and an image of a tattoo on both hands and arms, a big gold chain and small yellow hair appeared in his mind.
A ruthless person who has accepted Red Bull sponsorship several times and still survived.