With a series of deafening roars, the plane finally flew off the runway and rushed into the blue sky.
The plane that Chu Heng and the others took was a small one, and it was a little old. It had poor sound insulation and poor stability. It was vibrating from the moment it took off, and it was in a shaky posture. In addition, the air pressure caused
Dizziness, tinnitus and other discomforts made those in the cabin panic instantly as soon as they returned to the plane.
"This, this, this...Team leader, is this plane going to fall? Why is it shaking so hard?" Jiang Fanghao, who was sitting next to Chu Heng, grabbed his thigh nervously, his lips turning pale with fear.
"Relax, it's just like flying, it's okay." Chu Heng was afraid of scaring others, so he didn't dare to scare him again. The old man patted Jiang Fanghao's shoulder to express comfort.
"Yes, don't be nervous, everyone. It is true that you will feel a little uncomfortable when the plane first takes off and lands. It will be fine after a while." Lan Zhong, who was sitting in front, also turned around to comfort the big guy, the one in his hand flashing red.
The light cigarette is extremely eye-catching.
Chu Heng was immediately dumbfounded, then turned to look at the others, and found that a few experienced veterans who had flown several times were also holding cigarettes in their hands. He couldn't help but asked the middle-aged man closest to him in astonishment:
"Brother, no one cares about smoking on the plane?"
"There's no one." The man looked at him sideways.
Just now, it was meat sauce and charcoal. It said it had a nose and eyes. I thought he had sat on it before. This was the first time I dared to love it!
"oh oh."
Chu Heng nodded suddenly. Although he claimed that Chu Da understood, he really didn't know that smoking was allowed on airplanes in the 1960s, so he quickly took out the cigarette from his body, divided it in a circle, and lit one for himself happily.
Gen, he even took out his camera and took a photo of himself, looking like he didn't know anything about it.
After a while, a stewardess pushed a small cart over and brought food to everyone. There were bread, fruit, soda, bacon, and rarely seen chocolates, Maotai, Huazi...
Chu Heng was stunned again, and suddenly felt like he was on a train. Then he happily shouted long live the planned economy in his heart, then licked his face and ordered a bottle of Moutai, a few pieces of bacon, and a drink with Jiang Fanghao and the others.
I started having a drink, and the cabin was bustling with excitement.
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At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the plane landed at Yangcheng Airport. After Chu Heng and others got off the plane, they boarded a bus that had been prepared in advance.
The car took more than an hour all the way out of the airport and finally arrived at Luohu Port.
As the southern gate of China, Luohu Port has a long history.
It can be traced back to the Qing Dynasty, when it was used to ban opium, detect smuggling of foreign medicines and collect customs duties. In 1949, it was changed to a border inspection station.
The bus that Chu Heng and the others took only stopped for a moment in front of the immigration inspection building. After getting the passes they had obtained in advance, the bus started again and drove into the Luohu Bridge across the Shenzhen River.
They also went through some inspections during the process, and finally they successfully passed the port and arrived at the opposite Hong Kong Island.
Once here, they changed to a bus sent by the Xinhua Branch of Hong Kong Island and continued on their way.
I have to say something here. At this time, the Xinhua Branch of Hong Kong Island was the representative organization of China in Hong Kong Island. It was established in 1947. Before the handover to 2000, the Xinhua News Agency of Hong Kong Island had been divided into two parts. One part was responsible for news.
The news agency works, and the other is the Hong Kong and Macao Working Committee.
Therefore, most official personnel from the mainland who come to Hong Kong are received by Xinhua News Agency personnel.
The person responsible for receiving Chu Heng and his party this time was a middle-aged man named Sha. He was short and thin. He was wearing a somewhat faded Mao suit. There were serious signs of wear on the cuffs and hem. It looked like it should be
Been wearing it for a few years.
Maybe he was happy to see people from his hometown, or maybe the man himself was talkative. From the moment he got in the car, he kept telling them about the situation on Hong Kong Island, about the rampant evil forces, and the efforts to protect Kobalabala...
The car was bumping all the way, and everyone in the car was curiously looking at the scene outside the window. Looking at the cars passing by on the road, looking at the tall buildings in the city in the distance, a feeling called inferiority gradually began to appear.
It grows in their hearts.
However, when the car entered the city and looked at the girls on the street who were wearing hot pants and showing their long fair legs, the gay men immediately threw away their inferiority complex and shouted shamelessly while looking fiercely at them.
Criticize harshly with your eyes.
Especially young people like Che Xiaobao and Cen Hao, each of them could hardly stand upright.
Only Chu Heng, his focus is not on this aspect. Others are looking at his thighs, but he is looking at the overall environment of Hong Kong Island.
Overall, it's still a bit broken.
The 1960s was when Hong Kong Island took off, but after all, it hadn't taken off yet. You could still see rickshaws, shabby squatters, old tenement buildings, and even those high-rise buildings on the streets. In his opinion, they didn't look like much.
Sample.
It's all nostalgic.
After almost two hours like this, the bus finally stopped in front of the Xinhua Branch Building at 387 Queen's Road East, Wan Chai.
"Ouch, my bones are almost falling apart."
"My ass is almost broken."
"Can anyone help me? My back hurts so much that I can't get up."
After a long day of hard work, they were exhausted, and they were all groaning from exhaustion.
After Chu Heng got off the car, he immediately called his team members over and told them: "You should follow Director Lan to familiarize yourself with the environment, and I will come back to you after I finish my work."
"Oh, by the way." As he said that, he took out a stack of hundred-dollar knives from his body, stuffed them into Li Jiangqi, and said: "This money is given to you personally by me. Take a rest tonight, and you can bring it with you tomorrow."
Let's go shopping with them, see the world, and buy some specialties to take back."
"Ah?" Li Jiangqi looked at the money in his hand stupidly. Although he didn't count it back, judging from the thickness, it was a thousand less. According to the current exchange rate between the US dollar and the Hong Kong dollar, which is more than five points per one, that is five.
More than a thousand dollars!
OMG!
He just gave away so much money just because he said so?
Also, where did he get so much foreign exchange?
And Leader Qian Meng definitely doesn’t know about it, otherwise it would have been confiscated long ago!
"Ah, what, remember, spend this money as you like, don't save it for me." Seeing that she was stunned and silent, Chu Heng was too lazy to talk to her anymore. He turned around and explained a few more words to Che Xiaobao and others, and then followed
Lan Zhong said hello to Comrade Sha and left with Cen Hao carrying two large boxes.
"What are you doing, Comrade Chu Heng?" Comrade Sha looked at the two of them curiously.
"They have more important tasks." Lan Zhong was silent for a moment and replied. In fact, he didn't know, but as the leader of the team, it would be quite useless if he didn't say something, right?
"Oh." Comrade Sha is also a smart man. Seeing that he didn't want to say more, he didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at the banknotes that were still held in Li Jiangqi's hand, smacked his lips in envy, and led them in.
