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Five hundred and sixtieth chapters mustard seeds

But you don’t have to worry too much, at least we are absolutely safe.”

"Space-like magic weapon, such a strange noun, can appear in real life, and life is simply impossible to pass." The girl sighed and looked at the young man and begged: "Senior brother, you have so many strange abilities. If there is really any trouble, can you take action to save the entire plane? This is more than 500 lives."

With Zhang Lisheng's ability at this moment, even if a few Taoist disciples really triggered a backlash in the fairyland, he could easily keep the plane safe. The reason why he didn't take the initiative was nothing more than because he was indifferent by nature and did not like to meddle in other people's business. At this time, when he heard the girl pleading for mercy, things were different. He smiled and agreed, "Okay, since it was your request, I'll do it."

The young man's answer seemed light and was about to ask for something if he didn't agree. Guo Caiying was stunned and sighed and said, "Senior brother, your personality has not changed at all.

It looks cold to the people you know, but it is actually very good;

Be polite to people you don’t know, but don’t care at all. Even if they die in front of you, you won’t roll your eyelids.”

"Senior sister, I am a 'witch', not a savior. Besides, when will I be cold to you?" Zhang Lisheng smiled and leaned his back comfortably on the backrest of the aviation seat and said casually.

Guo Caiying curled her lips and said nothing. She was nervous and leaned against the seat, not knowing what she was thinking.

In a silence, time passed slowly, and the worst case did not appear. After a few minutes, the light outside the cabin gradually dissipated. The light door and the flying Taoist priests were thrown behind by the plane and soon disappeared.

After a while, the flight attendant's relaxed and crisp voice sounded in the cabin, "Dear leaders, this flight is about to arrive at the destination of the 'Capital Airport'. Please fasten your seat belt..."

"I'm here, I'm about to arrive at the 'Capital Airport'. It's okay, haha... it's okay..." With the sound of the air suit, only a passenger who looked over 20 couldn't help but shout in surprise, but when the plane landed, the entire cabin heard inexplicably warm applause. Compared to the directness of Westerners, the Chinese's feelings were obviously more restrained.

The Beijing Capital International Airport, abbreviated as the Capital Airport, is the main international airport of Beiping City, the capital of China. It is located in the northeast of the city and is only about 25 kilometers away from the Balcon Gate, a landmark building in China. It can be said that it is embedded in the prosperous city.

As the largest international airport with the most important geographical location, the largest scale, the most complete equipment and the busiest transportation and production in China, this airport is not only the air portal and window for foreign exchanges in the capital of China, but also the most important aviation hub for civil aviation in the country, and ranks second in the world in scale.

As soon as he got off the plane, Zhang Lisheng was amazed at the "iron birds" that were busy taking off and landing under the night sky, shining like stars on the thousands of indicator lights on both sides of the long runway and the huge and spectacular terminal building in the distance.

"I have only been to Shuangliu Airport in Chengdu, compared with the city scale, and I feel it is exaggerated. I didn't expect that compared with Peking Airport, it is just a 'small person'." Standing on the airport runway, the young man looked around and said in surprise.

"Senior brother, Peking is the capital of China, of course it is 'large' than Rongcheng." Guo Caiying took a deep breath of the slightly cool air at night and said in Chinese.

"Senior sister, what you said is also a saying." The young man nodded and also said in Chinese.

Since it was a chartered flight by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the capital cabin provided a "green channel" service, and the ceremony was exempted from inspection and clearance. While speaking, the bus had already stopped beside Zhang Lisheng.

“The leaders of government ministries and commissions are requested to take the red bus;

Dear business leaders, please get on the yellow bus;

The distinguished guests and translators who were visiting the United States, please take the green bus..." The bus door opened, and several etiquette ladies used loudspeakers to broadcast reports in bilingual Chinese and American bilingual directions.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you to the 'green bar' and take you to the hotel first and then home." Guo Caiying said a few words to her colleagues beside her, returned to the young man, and got on a green bus with the eye-catching big words "weletobei Jing" (Welcome to Beijing) on ​​the shell.

Sitting in the window in the middle of the carriage, the girl thought about it and suddenly said half-jokingly, "Senior brother, Mandarin has been promoting nationwide for many years. Can you also learn 'authentic Mandarin'? The Chinese dialect sounds really awkward."

"What are you learning that? What's wrong with Western Sichuan dialect? I understand it anyway." Looking at the changing scenery outside the window, Zhang Lisheng said casually.

"But if you want to invest in the 'Kunlun World' as a patriotic industrialist abroad, you must deal with many officials of the Chinese government, and the first impression is very important.

Speaking Mi Language, what about patriotic entrepreneurs who grew up in China and immigrated overseas when they were young?

I can understand the Western Sichuan dialect, but it gives people the feeling that it doesn’t match your doctorate at Stanford University and a successful industrialist. Even if you know that you are real, you still feel that it is unreliable."

"Is this serious?" the young man asked in a daze.

"It's that serious." The girl nodded seriously.

"Then, I'll just say, puff, talk." After thinking about it, Zhang Lisheng shrugged and said.

"It's Mandarin, but it doesn't matter. Practice slowly and it will be fine soon." Guo Caiying said with a smile.

When the two were talking and laughing, the bus they were riding had already been running on the brightly lit road of the city where the classical and modern charms blended with the essence of the West for a long time, and stopped in front of the hall of a magnificent luxury hotel.

"Dear gentlemen and ladies, the place to stay is here. Bepinghotel (Beiping Hotel) has arrived. I wish you all a pleasant and wonderful day in China..." The bus had just stopped. As the door opened, the etiquette lady said kindly in English.

"Bei, Ping, old, store, real, straight, direct, name." Zhang Lisheng stood up with a group of Westerners with different skin colors and hair colors, muttered and walked forward one by one. Behind him, Guo Caiying corrected: "It's not an old store or a hotel, it's a hotel, a hotel, a hotel.

This is the best five-star hotel in Beiping. It is right next to the Forbidden City of the Imperial Palace. You can see the Tianping Gate and the Great Hall of the People within a five-minute walk. It is also very close to Wangfujing Business. In short, I will be very busy just back to China in the next two days. You can take a walk around, but don’t cause trouble.
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