I listened to my sister's words today.

Old Wen watched Jiang Ling from beginning to end, and could always feel his attitude towards that pet.

Finally, Elder Wen couldn't help but stand up, his tone solemn but with a hint of tentativeness: "Boss Jiang, I want to discuss this pet with you."

"After all, it's the only one we've found so far, so I think we need to get it a special conservation identification tag."

"It would be best to announce its existence directly to the public, so that even if it gets lost, someone can recognize it."

"And those who harbor ill intentions will not dare to act rashly after seeing the power behind you."

Jiang Ling listened, looked up at Wen Lao calmly, picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip: "Okay, then I'll trouble you to arrange it."

At this time, Mr. He came in with a big pot of steaming rice, with a smile on his face.

His expression was as casual as that of a neighbor's uncle: "Mr. Jiang, I have specially prepared a small bowl. Would your pet like to have a taste?"

"No, let's eat." Jiang Ling waved her hand with a calm tone.

Mr. He laughed, put down the rice cooker, and took out a dish of bright red chili peppers from the tray: "Come on, try this chili pepper."

"The last time I visited Shancheng, I ate this at an old restaurant. It was so delicious, so I bought some back. Today, I'd like to invite everyone to try it."

At the table, Mr. Wen and Mr. Yun are both well-known "chili lovers".

The two of them's eyes lit up when they saw the chili peppers. They picked up a piece of chili pepper with chopsticks and put it in their mouths, and immediately gave a thumbs-up: "It's really a good chili pepper! It smells good!"

The atmosphere at the dinner table gradually became more lively, the topics at the table became more relaxed and casual, and Jiang Ling's expression seemed to be a little more relaxed than before.

Just as the conversation was drawing to a close, He Lao seized the moment when Jiang Ling was about to put down his chopsticks and whispered, "Boss Jiang, there's something I need to discuss with you."

"I heard that GA recently exported a batch of obsolete medical equipment to Vigeland. I wonder if our Longguo can also get some?"

Jiang Ling raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, but her tone remained calm. "Mr. He is well-informed. This batch of equipment has only been ordered and not officially shipped yet."

"Since you have a need, I can give you half of it."

"Hahahaha! That's great!"

Mr. He nodded repeatedly, "We definitely won't bargain on the price."

"By the way, I have another request—there's an operation the day after tomorrow. Can we have our doctors come over to observe and learn?"

"Yes, but the maximum number of people is five."

"As to whether the surgery will be scheduled for the day after tomorrow, it depends on further discussions on the surgical plan."

"In addition, the flight arrangements for that day must be coordinated with the local airport."

"That's no problem!" Mr. He said excitedly.

"We have already communicated with the aviation management department, and the airport has fully cooperated!" He wanted to say something else.

Jiang Ling suddenly picked up a piece of paper on the table, shook it gently, and changed his tone, but there was a hint of coldness in his words: "Mr. He, if this piece of paper is a banknote.

“How do you define its two sides?”

"Throughout the dynasties, the difference between officials and bandits was nothing more than the two sides of a piece of paper money."

"Today's official may be tomorrow's gangster, and tomorrow's gangster may become today's official in the blink of an eye."

"You just asked for a set of personal information verification. There's no need to ask for more from me, right?"

Mr. He's face froze for a moment, then he burst into laughter, waving his hands repeatedly: "Misunderstanding, Mr. Jiang, misunderstanding! Come on, come on, eat your food, or it'll get cold if you don't eat now!"

…….dividing line……..

Just now, Mr. He called the Aviation Administration.

As soon as the phone was connected, his tone was calm, but it revealed unquestionable authority.

"A special medical plane will be landing the day after tomorrow. We must fully cooperate to ensure it goes smoothly."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Aviation Administration was plunged into unprecedented chaos.

You should know that this is not an ordinary aircraft, but the largest transport aircraft in the world today - N-225.

The fuselage is as huge as an air fortress, and it requires the most spacious and large parking space just to dock.

Moreover, it not only needs to land, but also needs to assemble and debug medical equipment on the ground, which requires connecting to the ground power supply. The cargo area is obviously not suitable, and it must stop in the passenger area.

"Passenger area?"

The dispatch supervisor's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. If the N-225 were to actually be parked there, given the area where its equipment would be deployed, at least two more bays would have to be vacated.

This means that all flight plans for the day are disrupted!

The airport is a place where every second counts, and every parking space is fully booked.

What's more troublesome is that some flights have to make temporary diversions to other airports, which not only involves complex coordination work, but may also trigger a chain reaction.

But the problem goes far beyond that.

Along with the N-225 came a giant transport plane, the N-124.

This aircraft is only slightly smaller than the N-225, but it should not be underestimated. It is specially used to transport supporting equipment and necessary materials for the N-225.

Fortunately, the N-124 could be parked in the cargo area, which gave the dispatchers some relief.

However, just when everyone was busy, another message came - Mr. He sent additional instructions.

"An N-124 has also arrived at the same time, carrying imported advanced medical equipment. Please ensure that it is received properly."

Now, the situation is completely out of control.

One N-225 and two N-124s, coupled with their huge sizes and the need to carry out work, the flight schedule of Beijing Airport that day was smashed to pieces.

Four parking stands were directly reported to be grounded, several passenger planes were forced to make emergency landings at other airports, and the dispatcher's phone was almost blown up.

What was even more troublesome was that communicating with the N-225 crew became a language adventure.

The captain spoke authentic Russian, like a cold wind blowing from the Far East. The dispatcher could not understand him at all, making coordination very difficult.

However, Mr. He was worthy of being Mr. He. He threw out a killer move and solved the problem.

He calmly instructed: "If the other airline disagrees with the flight adjustment, tell them that the plane is GA."

When word of this reached the other party, the situation immediately reversed. The airline, which had been hesitant, immediately agreed to the adjustment and generously waived any mention of liquidated damages.

This operation made the dispatcher secretly sigh: Mr. He is really good at it, and he can solve the problem with just a few words.

The dispatch hall at Beijing Airport was bustling with activity, with red dots connecting the flight schedules on the screen, but everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Everyone knows that this sudden challenge has just begun.