In the early morning, Ye Chen put on his own clothes and asked Hong Wu to take Yun Ruge to the Champs Elysees Hot Spring Hotel to settle down properly.
And he, together with Lin Waner, took the portrait of Meng Changsheng and took a helicopter back to Purple Mountain Villa where Lin Waner lived.
At the same time, a Boeing 777-200LR took off from Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina, bound for Australia.
Although this is the aircraft with the longest range in the world, its ultimate range has not yet reached 18,000 kilometers, so the captain’s flight plan is to first go to Melbourne, Australia, refuel in Melbourne, and then fly to Jinling.
At this time, in addition to the crew, there were only four passengers on the entire plane. These four people were Wu Tianlin and three elders who had just left the quarantine.
When the three elders went into seclusion more than a hundred years ago, Chinese people had just cut their braids. They only knew that foreigners had made airplanes that could fly into the sky, but they had never flown on them.
But now, they were sitting in a private jet as luxurious and huge as a palace, easily climbing to an altitude of 10,000 meters. This feeling made the three elders unable to calm down for a long time.
Wu Tianlin saw that the three elders had been nervous from the moment the aircraft engine started until now, so he comforted them: "Don't worry, the three grandfathers. Today's airplanes are the safest means of transportation in the world, and the technology is already very advanced."
Mature."
Wu Bolin, headed by the three elders, quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "Tianlin, this iron guy is flying too high. It's several thousand feet high and even the clouds can't be reached. It's not me."
Wu Bolin is afraid, mainly because if we fall, even if the three of us have a hundred years of cultivation, we will probably die!"
"That's right!" Wu Bowen couldn't help but tremblingly echoed: "Tianlin, get out of the way of this guy and fly this thing lower. It should be 30 to 50 feet high. We can do it in our hearts."
Be more practical..."
Wu Tianlin explained helplessly: "Grandpas, please rest assured. Part of the reason why this plane is safe is because it flies high. The cruising altitude is more than 11,000 meters, which is almost more than 3,000 feet when converted into feet. If this is
What's wrong? The altitude difference of more than 3,000 feet allows the aircraft enough time to make adjustments. To put it bluntly, even if its engine stalls, it can still glide for tens or hundreds of kilometers with its speed and altitude. If it really flies three
Fifty feet, something went wrong and before I had time to figure it out, the plane hit the ground."
After saying that, Wu Tianlin added: "Moreover, even if the airplane falls from a height of ten feet, it will probably destroy the aircraft and kill everyone. You three don't know that there are more than a hundred tons of fuel alone in this airplane."
, almost more than 300,000 kilograms. If this fell from a height of ten feet, even Daluo Jinxian would not be able to survive..."
"Damn it..." Wu Bolin was immediately horrified and blurted out to the other two elders: "We are flying in a big fire oil barrel!"
Wu Tianlin explained: "The power of aviation fuel is much more powerful than the kerosene of the past."
Wu Bozhong wiped his sweat and murmured: "This is too scary... If this really explodes, we have eight lives, which is not enough to burn hundreds of thousands of kilograms of kerosene...
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Wu Tianlin said with a smile: "Grandpa Bo Zhong, don't worry, the plane is much safer than you think. You three might as well meditate with your eyes closed. Maybe after entering samadhi in one go, the three of you will arrive in Jinling."
Wu Bolin shook his head repeatedly: "My butt is more than 3,000 feet above the ground, how can I possibly enter samadhi..."
The other two people immediately nodded in agreement.
For them, flying for the first time was a bit of a novelty, but most of them were scared.