Every year, National Day is almost like a dividing line. On September 29th, it may still be so hot that you can only wear short-sleeved shirts, but come October 2nd, you can't even wear long-sleeved shirts, and you have to wear a jacket outside.
One day separates summer from autumn.
Fang Yingzhi was taking a plane for the first time, and everything in the airport was new to her. However, she put on a brave face and struck a pose as if she had been flying so much she was going to throw up.
Huang Jingping was in good spirits, but Feng Yiping was average and yawning quietly.
The reason was simple: they did not yet have their own house in the provincial capital. As was customary, the two of them obviously did not get close during the few days back home, so they had a long night last night and slept late.
However, the airport today was strange. There were many reporters with cameras. As the five of them were waiting in line to get their boarding passes, there was suddenly a commotion at the door. The reporters, wearing vests, carrying camera bags, and long lenses, seemed to have received an order, and they all ran towards the door. Suddenly, the shutters clicked non-stop, the flash lights went off one after the other, and some people desperately stuck their microphones in, screaming questions at the few people gathered in the middle.
It was as if they had an appointment. By the time Feng Yiping had finally finished changing his boarding pass, this had happened three times.
'There are too many people, I can't see clearly. Are those all celebrities?' Fang Yingzhi asked. "Why are there so many of them, and why are they all in one place?'
'I think your company invited them," said her colleague, Teacher Xiaojin, with a smile.
'Oh, that's right, they must be rushing to the provincial capital for rehearsals,' Fang Yingzhi laughed.
'Right, Yiping, why don't you go to the VIP lounge like the others?'
'I want to, but I'm not qualified,' Feng Yiping said with a self-deprecating laugh. In fact, the main reason is that there is basically no difference between the first class cabin and the economy class cabin on domestic flights nowadays, so there is really no need to spend 1.5 times the price to put on airs.
'Our boss Feng is planning to buy his own plane,' Jin Ling said with a smile.
'Really?' Fang Yingzhi had no idea how much it would cost to buy an aircraft, but this remark surprised Teacher Jin, who knew a little about the price of private jets.
Jin Ling's words seemed to be no joke, so this student usually plays many tricks on me.
'Tutor, don't take it seriously, it's just a joke or an ideal,' Feng Yiping quickly clarified.
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If Capital Airport is lively, then the provincial capital airport is not lively, but tense.
The arrivals hall was packed with people. On either side of the exit, photojournalists stood in the front row, straining to hold back the crowds behind them. Behind them were the fans, mostly young girls and women.
Some ordinary travellers who had come to the provincial capital today were a little confused. Was there something big going on?
The travellers just saw the excitement, but the airport security department was under a lot of pressure!
This is the first time in history that so many stars have landed in the provincial capital on the same day. It is certainly an honour, but the huge crowd of fans outside really took them by surprise.
Since there was no reference point, and this was the first time such an arrangement had been made, the original plan had seriously underestimated the appeal of these stars. Coupled with the fact that an armed police squadron had come yesterday to reinforce the force, there was still a serious lack of police at the scene. Later, the municipal police department coordinated the support of several nearby sub-stations, and in addition, an armed police squadron was deployed.
At 10:35, the first group of Hong Kong stars arrived at the airport on a chartered Dragonair flight. The God of Songs arrived first, accompanied by a few of his Universal Music colleagues and his entourage.
So, Jia Yuan's ten Mercedes-Benzes and two extended Cadillacs finally drove straight through and made an exception to drive directly to the tarmac.
This was unavoidable. The airport public security bureau simply did not dare to let so many stars walk in front of them and challenge the enthusiasm, or rather the madness, of the fans in front of them. They could not afford to be responsible if a stampede occurred.
What's more, it is said that the children of several airport leaders were also in the front row.
However, such a move could not hide from the passengers on the flights that arrived at the same time, and the reporters who were the first to get the news struggled to squeeze their way outside and ran towards the airport exit.
But it was useless. Armed police had been waiting by the side of the road for a long time, and the twelve vehicles with their film-covered windows whizzed smoothly past, leaving no one inside to be seen, let alone get a photo.
Before Feng Yiping and the others arrived at the provincial airport, the chartered plane that Liu Tianwang was on had also arrived. It was probably to compensate for the broken hearts of the fans – they had rushed over early in the morning, only to find that they hadn't even seen a hair of the star.
The several domestic singers who arrived on the same plane as them finally stopped walking directly from the tarmac and instead walked through the departure lounge, somewhat relieving the slightly hurt hearts of the reporters and fans who had been waiting so long.
The stars were quite satisfied too. They had never encountered such a grand welcome before, and they were reluctant to go. They wished it was a red carpet so they could stay for a dozen minutes in all honesty.
However, when they saw the five unfamiliar young men and women get into the familiar Cadillac, with the chauffeur being particularly attentive, the reporters and fans were a little lost. Who were these people?
Even the other celebrities on the same flight were a little surprised. The car was obviously more impressive than the Mercedes-Benz. A few of the managers muttered as they got in the car, 'Shouldn't that car be for us to ride in?'
They were just being divas. Each superstar had an entourage of more than 20 people, but these were not first-tier stars in China, so there were only two or three people around them, and a Mercedes-Benz could easily seat them all.
The driver, who heard this question, said nonchalantly, 'That's our boss,'
That's enough!
First, Jia Sheng didn't approach them for this concert, they approached Jia Sheng and asked to perform. Second, the appearance fee Jia Sheng offered was not low, so the boss's face had to be given some face.
'Look,' Fang Yingzhi said, pointing to a house along the riverside avenue.
'What?' Feng Yiping looked and saw that there were quite a few people watching from the windows of the house on the riverside with binoculars.
In fact, in these weather conditions, the naked eye can see that someone is rehearsing on the stage over there, familiarising themselves with the venue.
When they reached the bridge to the hotel, there was a temporary checkpoint set up, with police and armed police checking passers-by. Feng Yiping finally experienced what it was like to have armed police standing guard at the entrance. It was quite something!
However, once he arrived at the hotel, the time no longer belonged to him. He put aside the pile of things that had been brought to him, washed his face hastily, and went upstairs to pay each guest a visit. In this way, these big names were considered to be doing him a favour, and as the host, he had to come out and say hello.
'Hey, there are so many people?' After finishing his rounds, he pushed open the door and saw that Xu Bin's office was bustling with activity. Jin Ling had taken over his desk, and he had moved to the side of the coffee table. In front of the two of them, there were quite a few people asking for instructions.
'Yiping, you sit here,' Xu Bin stood up.
'No, I'll go to the small meeting room,' the receptionist's brother-in-law was in charge of reception work, and it went without saying that there would definitely be more people in his office than here.
'You hurry up and check your email, and these,' Jin Ling pointed to the documents on the table, 'these are tomorrow's schedule and arrangements, so you hurry up and check them out too,'
The reception task is very heavy these two days, not only for the stars, but also for the suppliers who will come with their families tomorrow, even if they are not being accommodated. However, this time, they will still have to stay at a budget hotel.
Not only that, but Feng Yiping had just sat down for a while when his phone rang. Jin Bao and the others, who had just left by train, had arrived at the station, so someone had to be sent to pick them up.
Before he could finish the work on his desk and in his email inbox, Fang Yingzhi sent over a whole new batch of work. There were so many things going on at once, from the final stage plan to the reception plan for tomorrow's concert with the provincial leaders, that Feng Yiping needed to go over everything and get a handle on it.
'Why don't you go home and rest first, or ask Xu Bin to get you a room and take a nap?' Feng Yiping said to Huang Jingping, who had been accompanying him, after they finished eating their late lunch.
'No, I'm not sleepy. It's fun here,'
'Then go online, I'll take a nap here. Ouch, my old back,' Feng Yiping said with a pretence of being sick.
Huang Jingping looked at him with almond-shaped eyes, 'Who's to blame!'
Seeing Feng Yiping leaning back in his chair and snoring in a moment, she got up gently and prepared to get a blanket to drape over him.