Lao Zhang sighed and hung up the phone. He had already paid such a heavy price, and had been reshuffling and negotiating day and night these days to balance the interests of all parties and compete with various forces. Finally, it was his turn to have such a good opportunity.
Even his own son didn't get this opportunity.
Firstly, it was to avoid suspicion, and secondly, his son's status and reputation were really not as good as Wang Donglin's.
Moreover, he really deliberately cultivated him and promoted him to the highest position... Even when Zhang Chuchu committed suicide, he did not express his anger at him, but still very deliberately wanted him to rise to the top.
After all, so far, he really can't find a better trump card.
Little did they know that something like this would happen at a critical moment.
Wang Donglin had already stepped onto the plane, and Zhang Xiang finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Third Young Master...can you postpone it for one day?"
He looked at him in disbelief.
Zhang Xiang still had to bite the bullet: "Third Young Master, we all understand your feelings, but tonight's meeting is very critical... If you don't go at this time, even if our previous efforts are not in vain, we will be severely punished.
Big impact…”
The authorities are confused and the onlookers are clear.
For such a big thing, any individual or family, even if you are as rich as the country and powerful, will not be able to solve it. In many cases, even if you devote the efforts of one country, or dozens of countries, you may not be able to accomplish it.
What does it matter if you go one day early or one day late?
When I went there, it was just noisy and anxious in the reception hotel.
"If it doesn't happen, it's already happened. Now, what role can personal power play? Even if you rush there right away, it's nothing more than worrying in vain... It's better to postpone it for a day..."
Zhang Xiang stopped talking before he finished speaking.
Because, Wang Donglin has already boarded the plane.
He smiled bitterly and followed.
The luxurious private jet, extremely luxurious and comfortable layout, exquisite red wine, all kinds of fruits... has just undergone comprehensive inspection and maintenance. Because they have already received orders that the third young master will use this plane in two days - to go to Boston.
The face is delicate.
Now, the departure time has been advanced.
The difference is that this time there were a dozen plainclothes men accompanying him. This time, they actually carried mysterious weapons.
However, no one made a sound in the Nuoda cabin, and no one drank. Everyone felt slightly nervous, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Only Wang Donglin suddenly raised a bottle of red wine and drank almost all of it in one go.
After a while, he fell asleep.
Zhang Xiang and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Plane, smooth flight.
When Wang Donglin opened his eyes again, it was already late at night and the plane was continuing to fly.
He looked blankly at the sky outside the dark cabin, and picked up his mobile phone out of habit. His mind was dim, as if it was only then that he began to slowly think about what happened.
Next to it, there is a printed passenger list form.
He picked it up and saw the three words "Yan Xixi" marked with a marker on it.
Slowly sitting up, I realized a clear fact: there was an accident on the plane, and there was a person who might never exist in this world again.
There were ten or twenty missed calls on my mobile phone - just two days seemed like a lifetime ago.
At this time, I began to understand her mood when she called again and again. Looking at the time, it turned out to be less than half an hour before takeoff...
