The trip to Petwa was an itinerary arranged by Mrs. Reynolds many days in advance. She checked a large number of travel guides online for this purpose, and made a detailed guide as seriously as writing a mission report, and she was very interested. But it's no wonder that since Jay joined the family more than six years ago, this is the first time the family has gone out together, and the three are looking forward to the trip.
Mrs. Reynolds went to buy travel supplies early, and didn't give up until Mr. Reynolds' travel suitcase was too full to fit. She waited expectantly until Jay came home from vacation, and it wasn't until two days before the family of three planned to travel that they realized a problem that should have been recognized long ago, but perhaps too late.
Airfare is gone.
All the time for the next two days, all the tickets to Petwa were sold out, and the tickets to the little-known little country were unexpectedly in demand. This was a low-level mistake that should not have been made, but they had ignored this small problem before, when it was too late.
And their hostel in Petwa has even been booked online in advance, and it would be a bit difficult to modify the schedule at this juncture.
Mrs. Reynolds, as always, complained about Mr. Reynolds, and as the only person in a family of three who had ever traveled by plane, he seemed to have a good reason to be blamed. But Mr. Reynolds argued that the problem of air tickets for business trips was always solved by newspapers, and he hardly bothered. The two then went into their daily husband-and-wife bickering mode, which apparently did nothing to resolve their problems.
Jay came out reluctantly and said that I might have a way. The Reynolds paused for a moment, and Qi Qi gave him an unexpected look.
Jay took out his phone and dialed Helena's number - she was a government agent, and the agents in the film and television works always seem to have a dozen passports, a pile of documents with different identities, and they can always be the first when they want. Time to book train and air tickets. Who knows? Although the ticket marked on the Internet has been sold out, maybe Helena can get him any VIP special seats.
"What did you say you wanted!?" Helena asked in a somewhat disbelieving tone after he explained his intentions through his mobile phone.
"Tickets, three tickets to Petwa." Jay touched his nose, "Mom and I were planning a trip, but we… uh… until I was about to go and found out that the tickets were sold out. So I thought… maybe you could do me a favor?"
There was silence on the phone for a while. Ordinary people may not be able to hear anything from it, but with his keen hearing, Jay can clearly hear Helena's breathing that seems to be getting heavier on the other end of the phone. It sounds like he is too angry to speak. .
"Do you know what I gave you this number for?" Helena said angrily and hilariously.
"Easy to communicate?" Jay asked carefully.
"This is the number for you to call in an emergency, understand?" Helena raised her voice, and Jay could almost imagine her angry voice now, "and when I say 'emergency,' I mean something like you Found out that alien spaceship has entered the atmosphere, or some scientific lunatic is planning to blow up Metropolis, or something like that. But anyway, isn't this your ticket booking hotline?"
"...well, I was wrong. I thought..." Jay scratched his head. He should have thought long ago that Helena is Batman's daughter. The father and daughter's behavior and way of thinking are almost carved out of the same mold, and they obviously won't be the kind of people who will leave their partner's contact information for an appointment after a short cooperation. The type that goes out to sing and drink.
If they leave you contact information, there is a 90% chance that it is an anti-tracking line that has been encrypted by layers, and you must dial this number when you really need it.
"Sorry, if it's inconvenient, then forget it." Jay was about to hang up the phone a little dejected, thinking that a contact method would at least prove that they were good friends, even if only when they were wearing uniforms.
Helena suddenly stopped him: "Wait."
Jay heard her sigh, and there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, because it sounded like a harbinger of a change of heart. Helena, on the other hand, heard Jay talk about their family travel plans and couldn't help but think of their own family. Even when their mother was alive, they never traveled far together because their father was Batman. That job never seemed to have vacation days. Not to mention that after the death of her mother, she and her father had met pitifully in those six years.
The family excursion was like a mirage in her heart, an unreachable dream, beautiful but far away, divided far away into a part of her life that never intersected.
"Tomorrow at ten o'clock, Metropolitan International Airport." She said suddenly, "Wait there on time, I will make arrangements for you."
Jay was overjoyed: "Really? What are you going to do? Book a special private room or..."
"Don't ask questions, just do it, and I'll make arrangements."
Since she promised to arrange it, it must be foolproof. Jay said happily: "Thank you so much, I owe you a favor, you are such a good person."
"Forget it, this kind of trivial thing doesn't deserve my favor." Helena said, paused, and suddenly said meaningfully, "Everything you have now, family, friends, and Kara Kent... .. cherish these and don't take them for granted. One day in the future, when you look back at the present, you will see how lucky you were."
Jay froze for a moment: "...Helena? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Her voice was cold again, "Oh also, it's best not to have another time, or you'll never try to find me with this number again."
"Okay okay, got it." Jay hung up the phone with a smile, but didn't take her last threat seriously. He clearly knew that she was just bluffing, and even if he really bothered her with this kind of thing next time, she wouldn't really stop paying attention to him.
Let's just say that this time, although she seemed very unhappy, she still helped Jay with this little favor, didn't she?
Maybe this is the so-called arrogance.
Jay put away his phone, smiled and said to the Reynolds, "Problem solved."
In fact, at this time, Jay didn't really understand what Helena meant by "arranged".
The next morning, Metropolitan International Airport.
The snow-white ground of the hall was filled with sunlight, and rows of empty seats were lined up by the door. Hurrying travelers drag their suitcases to and fro in the lobby, and electronic display boards suspended from the ceiling are full of flight schedules and times.
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The clock number on the electronic display board was getting closer and closer to ten, and the Reynolds family stood looking around in the bright sunlight in the hall, lugging boxes and bags. They stared at each person who came up to them, trying to figure out if it might be someone who was supposed to pick them up, but so far everyone just brushed past them.
Mr. Reynolds couldn't help whispering in Jay's ear: "Is that friend's arrangement really reliable?"
No wonder he thought so. Helena didn't explain a word except for them to come to the airport hall at ten o'clock sharp. She didn't say which flight or seats would be arranged for them, nor how they would be connected. If it weren't for the fact that Jay might know some "magic" friends, Mr. Reynolds would normally be sure of each other. It's entertaining them.
"Don't worry." Jay was full of confidence. "She said she'd get it done, so there's no chance of anything going wrong."
And Helena didn't hit him in the face. Just when the electronic clock on the display board reached ten o'clock, a short man in a black suit suddenly appeared behind several people, like a ghost that appeared out of thin air. He wears a black super on the bridge of his nose, and the sunlight reflected on the dark lenses makes him look sharp. Mrs. Reynolds was taken a step back when she met for the first time - she had never dealt with such a guy before, and she was inevitably nervous.
"Excuse me, is it Mr. Reynolds?" The short man dressed in domineering voice was kind and polite, which made Mrs. Reynolds feel a lot more at ease.
Jay said yes, and the man politely led the three of them to the depths of the hall with him. Mr. Reynolds suddenly remembered something and brought up his stuffed suitcase and asked if it needed to be checked in because it was 100% overweight. But the man said no, there is no weight limit for the luggage on this flight.
The man led them from the VIP aisle to the gate, which made Mrs. Reynolds a little excited again. And when they walked into the boarding hall and saw the plane of their destination through the glass, even Jay had to admit that it was a bit unexpected.
The white plane wrapped in a pale white shell is parked on the tarmac like a sleeping falcon. Two pairs of four titanium alloy turboprops are hung on the bottom of the wings on both sides. The tips of the wings reflect the dazzling brilliance of the sun. The words "Wayne Technology" are very prominently printed.
Well, maybe Jay overlooked another important thing - Huntress may be the top operative in the country at the moment, but Helena Wayne is the future rightful heir to the international enterprise Wayne Co., Gotham's daughter-in-law. A private airliner, in her words—a little thing that doesn't even deserve a favor.
And it turns out they were too surprised. When they stepped into the plane and saw the three luxury suites, the expansive dining and lounge areas, they were almost overwhelmed with shock. It took Mr. Reynolds a long time to recover from the surprise, and whispered in Jay's ear: "That friend of yours must be a rich second-generation?"
"Rich second generation? No." Jay swallowed. "She's rich n generation."