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406: Chapter 406: Catching Turtles in a Jar!

406: Chapter 406: Catching Turtles in a Jar!

Tianyuan International Airport.

Two Mercedes-Maybachs escorted a Rolls-Royce in their midst, speeding towards Terminal 3.

Terminals 1 and 2 of the airport mainly serve commercial flights.

While Terminal 3 primarily serves private jets and cargo flights.

Entering the terminal and escorted by bodyguards, Yuan Shikui, along with his mother and son, swiftly passed through security and then took a luxurious shuttle to board their private plane.

The Gulfstream G650 is an intercontinental model among private jets, offering an extremely comfortable cabin environment.

Kitchen, bar, bathroom, living room…

The private jet is nothing less than a luxurious mansion in the sky.

Not long ago, mobile phones couldn’t be used on commercial flights.

But in private jets, satellite phones and wireless internet come as standard.

Once settled in the plane, Yuan Shikui finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Sitting on the comfortable, soft leather sofa and watching his son Yuan Yutong excitedly play on the tablet, Yuan Shikui’s eyes slowly filled with affection.

“Manager Yuan, here’s your whisky on the rocks!

Lunch should be ready in about ten minutes!”

The tall and graceful flight attendant, donning an elegant shirt and skirt combo with a cap, brought Yuan Shikui his drink.

Of course, this was alongside snacks prepared for Yuan Yutong.

Taking the drink in his hand, Yuan Shikui took a small sip.

His irritable mood instantly improved considerably.

“How much longer until we can take off?” he asked casually.

“An hour before your call, we quickly formulated and submitted the flight plan, which, according to usual practice, should be approved within an hour.”

The flight attendant replied with a smile.

Two hours for approval!

This was indeed the norm!

Yuan Shikui nodded slightly, and the flight attendant gracefully retreated with the tray, her smile lingering.

Private planes can’t just take off whenever they want, even in some developed countries where only low-altitude airspace is fully open!

Small planes with slow speeds and low flying altitudes naturally have more freedom.

But for something like his Gulfstream G650, a jet aircraft, one must adhere to the procedural requirements for civil aviation aircraft.

Unauthorized takeoff would be disastrous.

One could collide with planes taking off or landing on runways or in the airspace over the airport.

It’s also possible to collide with other aircraft after taking to the skies.

And even if nothing happened, the flight crew would be doomed, with grounding and inspections being the lightest punishment; they might even have their licenses revoked.

Of course, other developed countries are even harsher.

Flying recklessly…

that’s courting death.

Yuan Shikui had just read a news story not long ago.

A mechanic had stolen a plane and taken it into the sky, only to be ‘escorted’ by two fighter jets armed with missiles.

This ‘escort’ held significant implications.

Land obediently and there would be no trouble.

If one flew erratically, especially towards populous urban areas or critical facilities, posing a major safety risk, those fighter jets’ missiles weren’t just for show.

In the end, though, the mechanic didn’t manage to handle the stolen plane and crashed.

With this incident as a precedent, Yuan Shikui certainly wouldn’t have his crew take off by force.

Besides, now that they were on his private plane, what more could happen?

Wu Jie couldn’t possibly storm the airport to smash his private jet, could he?

If he actually did that, Yuan Shikui would be pleased.

The purchase price of this private jet was close to eighty million US dollars – any damage would easily constitute the crime of destroying private property.

Wrecking a foreigner’s private jet, clear-cut evidence!

No matter how powerful the Tang Family of Tianyuan might be, they couldn’t protect him, could they?

Yuan Shikui chuckled and took another sip of his whisky, then set aside his glass to join his son in a game.

Across from the living room sofa was an enormous smart LCD TV.

After finishing a game, it was time to dine in the dining area.

The dining area wasn’t large, but it featured a small bar where the flight attendants usually worked behind the counter.

Yuan Shikui had plenty of fine wines stored there, and he had also stocked all kinds of dried fruits and snacks for his son Yuan Yutong.

Leisurely enjoying a sumptuous lunch, Yuan Shikui had almost completely set aside the matter of Yuan Zihan from his mind.

Rather, he tried to teach his son some basic economics knowledge while eating.

However…

After satisfying his hunger and thirst, his child joined his grandmother in the bedroom to sleep, yet the plane was still not taking off?

The bodyguards sat in the rest area near the cabin door while Yuan Shikui laid back on the sofa in the living room for a nap.

It had been an hour since boarding, but the plane remained stationary.

Whether it’s a private or commercial aircraft, once passengers are in the cabin, it means lights need to be on and ventilation functioning.

For Yuan Shikui’s private jet, turning on the air conditioning was essential.

In such hot weather, the cabin had to be kept cool and the air at a certain level of humidity.

So…

The air conditioning systems in private jets are extremely powerful, but this also means they consume a lot of fuel.

Civil aviation airliners on the ground wait without starting their main engines, instead using the tail’s APU auxiliary engine, which also burns an astonishing amount of fuel.

Each hour of delay simply burns through more than a thousand dollars’ worth of aviation kerosene.

Yuan Shikui’s plane was no different, basically burning money as it waited to take off.

After dozing off for a while, Yuan Shikui woke up to find it was almost one o’clock.

He got up, picked up the cabin phone from the coffee table, and dialed the pilot in the cockpit.

“What’s going on?

It’s almost one o’clock, why haven’t we taken off yet?”

“Sorry, Mr.

Yuan, I just asked the control tower, they said the flight plan hasn’t been approved yet, we can’t take off right now!”

“Why?

Wasn’t it always approved within two hours before?”

Yuan Shikui asked impatiently.

The pilot hesitated before responding, “Maybe it’s because it’s the weekend, the airport has to handle more commercial flights, so our private jet has to wait!”

“Damn!!

If I knew it would be this slow, I should have taken the high-speed train!”

Angrily hanging up the phone, Yuan Shikui was intensely agitated as he lay on the couch, tossing and turning restlessly, unable to sleep.

The vast majority of people feel something similar when they encounter flight delays, train lateness, or traffic jams on the highway…

It’s so damn irritating!

But…

Something even more irritating happened.

“Mr.

Yuan, Mr.

Yuan??”

The flight attendant called out twice.

Yuan Shikui turned over, opened his eyes with a frown, “What is it?

Are we going to take off now?”

“No!

It’s customs coming for an inspection!”

“Damn!

I’m not even flying internationally, what’s there to inspect?”

Yuan Shikui sat up, downing his whiskey in one gulp, and said annoyedly, “Let them aboard!”

Under the scorching sun.

The door to the private executive jet slowly opened.

The automatic retractable stairs gradually extended, touching the ground.

Thus ensuring that the executive jet didn’t need a stair car to allow people to easily board and leave the plane.

“Welcome aboard!”

The flight attendant greeted with a smile and a bow at the door.

A team of customs officers boarded and entered the cabin one after another, but…

The last one, not only in plain clothes, seemed strikingly familiar?

The flight attendant looked closely.

Hey!

Isn’t this Wu Jie, the man who recently went viral online for his underdog counterattack on the fair-skinned, rich, and beautiful?

She was about to call out, but Wu Jie had already headed towards the lounge.

Yuan Shikui was preoccupied with pouring himself a drink.

Whiskey on the rocks, quite the invigorating drink.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a few customs officers; feeling inwardly upset, he then noticed the one in plain clothes.

Who is that?

Yuan Shikui suddenly looked up, his expression instantly turning to one of shock and bewilderment.

“You…

how come you…”

Yuan Shikui was so astonished that he was almost incoherent.

“Sorry about that, Mr.

Yuan, the traffic was terrible, I’m late!”

Wu Jie sat down, smiling apologetically.

Yuan Shikui’s brows furrowed deeply, “What…

what are you doing here?

What do you really want?”

Wu Jie smiled radiantly, “Didn’t you say you wanted to invite me to lunch?

So it turns out you were going to treat me on your private jet!

It took me a while to find out where the lunch is.

I’m really hungry!”

Watching Wu Jie’s playful and cheeky demeanor, Yuan Shikui immediately understood.

No wonder…

no wonder the flight plan was unusually stalled, never approved, preventing the plane from taking off.

It turned out to be the Tang Family of Tianyuan pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Such great power, such a cunning tactic!

Without lifting a finger, preventing his private jet from taking off was akin to indirectly holding him and his family hostage at the airport.

Now, Yuan Shikui and his companions were trapped inside their private jet.

For Wu Jie, it was like catching a turtle in a jar, an easy catch!

Clenching his teeth, Yuan Shikui glared at Wu Jie with a look of fury in his eyes.

“I’ll put it bluntly first…”

“Great!

You’re ugly, you go first!”

Wu Jie lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his smile devilish, “Go on!”

Yuan Shikui’s face turned red with anger as he shouted:

“I’m warning you, if you want to save someone, find Su Xiao Rui, don’t go after my son!

Otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?” Wu Jie asked with a cold laugh.

Yuan Shikui, fierce and resonant, roared:

“Otherwise, this lunch will be your last meal!!”