In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

Fu Ziyan had already been to mainland China twice before and was already familiar with the procedures. She arranged for her assistant to register her itinerary with the Hong Kong government's immigration department, and then the Xinhua News Agency's Hong Kong branch coordinated customs clearance.

The difference is that this time the trip is no longer on a private yacht or a private plane, but on a shared plane with several business and cultural tycoons and celebrities who were also invited to attend.

These uncles were all well-known seniors in the upper circles of Hong Kong and Macau, and Fu Ziyan had naturally met them on various occasions. After greeting them gracefully, Fu Ziyan left her father and sat down with her peers.

There were many others like her who accompanied their father. For example, Uncle Huo and his wife, the head of the Huo family, brought their eldest and second sons, Huo Xiuran and Huo Jinran, and Lu Yan, who accompanied their father, Lu Weizhen. Shen Qingli, the eldest brother-in-law who had taken over the Shen family, also accompanied his father, Shen Zheng...

The first-class cabin naturally cannot accommodate so many people. According to political and investment contributions, even Fu Ziyan, who once donated money to build roads in Guangzhou, is still relatively young among the bigwigs and can only sit in economy class.

Fu Ziyan smiled to show her understanding, but she felt aggrieved in her heart.

This baby has never been in economy class since he was a child~

The last time I flew economy class was in my previous life!

The economy class is so cramped that it feels like you can't stretch out. Not only are the seats hard, but there's no air conditioning either.

But she was just being squeamish and aggrieved out of habit; deep down, she understood the difficulties faced by her motherland. Her father had mentioned that there were only four Boeing 707s in China. It was clear that the fact that China was using one of them to transport their delegation from Hong Kong and Macau was a testament to their importance.

Fu Ziyan, who was described as "the pampered one" and "the spoiled young lady" by some unscrupulous tabloids in a mixed tone, knew it in her heart, but there were still people who expressed their dissatisfaction directly.

"This seat is too crowded. Can I get off the plane? If I can't upgrade, can I take my own private jet?"

Fu Ziyan tilted her head slightly to look. The woman should be the new wife of the head of the Zhang family, a jeweler who had donated fighter jets. Actually, she was not really new, after all, she and Mr. Zhang, the jeweler, already had an eight-year-old child.

The flight attendant, wearing a navy blue uniform with a red scarf, responded with reasonableness: "Hello, sir. I'm sorry, our seats have been assigned and cannot be changed. According to regulations, you cannot leave this flight for the time being."

"Xiaowei," Mr. Zhang, who was sitting on the other side chatting with someone, said, "The country's arrangements are already very good. If you feel crowded, just leave your handbag with me."

After stopping Mrs. Zhang's complaints, Mr. Zhang turned to the flight attendant and apologized: "I'm sorry, my wife got up too early this morning and isn't awake yet. We'll just follow your arrangements."

This short episode was quickly covered up by the conversation among the wives' group. On the surface, it seemed to be over, but Fu Ziyan knew that the Zhang family would probably have a hard time for a while, unless Mr. Zhang was willing to spend a lot of money this time.

To the melody of "The East is Red", the flight attendants served Cantonese dim sum and Pu'er tea to each passenger as usual.

Fu Ziyan is different. She replaced her Pu'er tea with milk.

She looked at the flight attendant with a puzzled look.

The flight attendant smiled and explained softly, "Mr. Fu specifically asked us to change it to milk."

Even if you speak softly, there are still quite a few people who can hear it in the limited space of economy class.

Fu Ziyan received a lot of looks of surprise, admiration, and envy.

She was a little embarrassed. Although she really didn't like drinking Pu'er, it was embarrassing that so many people knew that she was still drinking milk at such an age.

But apart from this embarrassment, Fu Ziyan is actually more happy.

Hehe~ Dad was discussing politics and economics with other big guys in the first class and still remembered that he missed her!

He is indeed the best father in the world!

As for the jealousy of other passengers?

There's nothing they can do about it. After all, this is her father, and there's only one of his kind. They can only continue to be jealous and envious.

On the other side, Fu Qiyuan actually thought about Ti Ti’s emotions in the economy class.

His own daughter knows it herself.

Ti Ti has been spoiled by him with fine clothes and delicious food since she was a child. Except for a few group trips with friends where they had to charter a plane because there were so many people, she also rode first class when she came to the mainland and lent her private plane for research, and when she flew to Kyoto in Japan to see Yi Yi last time. He usually traveled by private plane.

She used to travel around in his private jet, and when Titi was seventeen, he gave her a customized private jet.

High bed with soft pillows, wine cabinet, card room, office area...

Even when flying, it felt as comfortable as being in her own mansion. It was rare for her to be squeezed into a cramped seat like today. There was no need for Ti Ti to whine or complain to him, as Fu Qiyuan had already anticipated that his daughter would not be used to it.

Even though his Ti Ti was smart and sensible and knew that this was not the time to act spoiled and willful, Fu Qiyuan still couldn't help but ask the flight attendant to replace Ti Ti's Pu'er tea with milk to coax his daughter a little.

The deputy director of the Hong Kong and Macau Affairs Office was sitting next to Fu Qiyuan. Seeing Fu Qiyuan instructing the flight attendant, he was surprised and joked to break the ice: "I didn't expect Mr. Fu to spoil his children like this. It really makes me ashamed. My children are mostly taken care of by their grandmother and mother. I rarely take care of their food and clothing."

Xi Sen, who was sitting not far away, smiled upon hearing this. "Mr. Fu dotes on his daughter. No one in Hong Kong can compare, let alone you, Mr. Wang. My daughter occasionally mentions this to me with envy, and it makes my teeth ache. No one can compare, I really can't."

Everyone in the room laughed.

If someone said that the deputy director of the Hong Kong and Macau Affairs Office, who was disguised as "Mr. Wang", really didn't know that Fu Qiyuan doted on his only daughter, no one in the audience would believe it. Everyone knows that the mainland is always paying attention to the movements of the top wealthy people in Hong Kong and Macau, and the birthday of Fu Qiyuan's daughter has been widely publicized by the print media several times.

It's just a matter of breaking the ice.

"This time the capital suddenly approved my fleet to dock in Dalian. London has already sent a telegram asking if I'm going back to ship soybeans. I'm afraid they won't believe it."

Someone chuckled quietly, "Believe it or not, didn't the threat of passport revocation during the war prevent us from shipping gasoline and donating fighter jets? This time, the capital is going to see more than just soybeans!"

"..."

Amidst the roar of the engines, the leaders in first class chatted quietly. In economy class on the other side, the younger generation also spoke quietly.

"Selene, I didn't expect us to sit together. I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Selene is busy taking over the Won Hee Hotel. There's been a lot of activity at the Won Hee Hotel lately."

"Selene, are you going to open a hotel in mainland China? Mainland waiters aren't even allowed to accept tips. How can you make a profit?"

"Whether it's profitable or not, you have to invest in one to find out. My father said that farmers don't consider whether the harvested rice can be sold before they plant the crops. They always have to sow the seeds first to have a way out." Fu Ziyan smiled and spread her hands. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the emerging painter from the Qin family in the cultural circle next door holding a sketchpad and the tip of his brush trembling. She asked curiously, "What are you painting?"

"When I first took off, I saw the Kai Tak slums and wondered...whether Shenzhen's fishing villages would become like that."

The whole audience was silent for a moment. Fu Ziyan quickly covered the drawing board with her coat and said firmly, "Of course not. You have to believe in our country."

After flying for about an hour, the plane landed at Guangzhou Baiyun Airport.

Border guards in Type 65 military uniforms lined up to board the plane and collected documents for verification. They then looked at Fu Ziyan's bag and said, "Hello, comrade. Please open your bag and cooperate with us for a brief inspection."

Fu Ziyan smiled and nodded, cooperating with the soldiers' movements. She had known this process for a long time. It was necessary to prevent spy equipment from entering.

After rounds of inspections, when she got off the plane, the passport in her hand had been replaced by a cloth "National Day Ceremony Pass" badge.

Fu Ziyan looked down at the pearl shirt on her body, then glanced at the cloth badge. She hesitated for two seconds before pinning the badge on her chest.

It doesn't fit at all!

"What's wrong with Ti Ti?" Fu Qiyuan walked to his daughter who was walking slowly while thinking about something. He lowered his eyes and noticed the badge in his daughter's hand. He couldn't help laughing, raised his hand to take it, and put it on his daughter himself.

"We didn't bring bodyguards this time. What if you don't wear them and get accidentally hurt?"

They deliberately dressed simply on this trip and did not wear any jewelry, but no matter how simply they dressed, one could still easily tell the difference between visitors from Hong Kong and mainland residents.

Fu Ziyan's lips drooped, and her tone was weak: "Okay~"