Official Career Storm
Chapter 453

Chapter 453: Chapter 453

Even Mayor Zheng, usually so composed, felt an enormous sense of unreality upon hearing this answer.

He couldn’t help exclaiming, "How is that possible?"

Director Qin said, "Mr. Ren just called me, that’s what he said."

"Why did it land?"

"I don’t know, Mr. Ren didn’t say, he’s very busy and now his phone can’t be reached."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Mayor Zheng let out a long sigh of relief.

A foreign flight had suddenly landed halfway through its journey... Although it sounded incredible, it had indeed happened.

He was just puzzled, why?

How had Song Guanchao managed it?

The man’s confidence seemed to have a basis after all.

Strange, very strange.

He thought of many possibilities but couldn’t make sense of any.

Secretary Lu, Mayor Jiang, Minister Zhou...

They had all received the news by this time.

The plane Hou Wen was on had made an emergency landing.

They too were puzzled, curious, and eager to find out how Song Guanchao had managed to do it.

United Airlines, a Boeing 787-9 model, was flying through the sky, destined for Moscow.

Hou Wen was seated in business class, pulling back the small window shade.

The weather today was clear, with the white clouds below resembling a layer of cream on a cake.

The azure horizon was delightful to behold, bringing total relaxation to body and mind.

He glanced at the tablet supplied by the flight attendant, displaying the flight’s travel route.

There were still almost four hours left before reaching the destination.

However, in another two hours, the plane would cross the border and leave domestic airspace.

For this escape, he had made thorough preparations.

He knew the difference between domestic and international flights; thus, he hadn’t settled for a domestic flight when there were no direct flights to the USA.

First to Country E, then a transfer from there to the USA.

He was well aware of the extradition treaties between the two countries, but, extradition takes time.

Such a short time would not affect him.

A beautiful blonde flight attendant brought over a delicate meal and asked with an awkward Chinese accent whether he would like wine or a beverage.

Hou Wen gave a cultured smile, requesting a glass of red wine in fluent English.

He took a sip of the red wine and cut a piece of the medium rare steak to eat.

The flavors of the wine and steak blossomed in his mouth, mingling wonderfully.

The food soothed the slightly tense nerves he had experienced over the past few days.

Finishing the steak, the flight attendant came to clear the plate.

It was then that the flight’s PA system came to life with the voice of an attendant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends, due to air traffic control ahead, we will be making a temporary landing at West City Airport and will take off again once air traffic control has ended. We apologize for the inconvenience..."

Listening to the attendant’s announcement, the faint smile on Hou Wen’s face froze.

He grabbed a napkin to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth as his heart began to beat uncontrollably fast.

Air traffic control...

Was it a coincidence?

Yes, it had to be a coincidence.

His actions had been covert; it was impossible for anyone to know.

Even if they did, the response couldn’t be so swift.

A coincidence, it must be.

Right, that was it.

He forced himself to remain calm.

A dozen or so minutes later, the plane landed at West City Airport.

Looking through the window, he saw no sign of police presence.

He breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed indeed to be a mere coincidence, an encounter with air traffic control.

Hou Wen suddenly remembered that there was a military airport near West City Airport, which indeed often experienced air traffic control...

Inside the conference room.

Song Guanchao maintained contact with Mr. Ren.

"Is it confirmed to have landed?"

"Yes, it landed. I’ll send you Mr. Hao’s number at West City Airport later."

"Alright, Mr. Ren was troubled this time."

"Hehe, Secretary Song, you’re being too serious. I’m just relaying a message, I can’t take the credit."

After exchanging pleasantries, Song Guanchao dialed Mr. Hao’s number.

"Hello Mr. Hao, this is Song Guanchao."

"Hello, Secretary Song."

Mr. Hao spoke directly, "Secretary Song, I must remind you that the director of the city bureau has already contacted me. They will absolutely not go onto the plane to arrest someone. They can’t take that responsibility."

"I understand."

The plane might have landed, but the people were still on board.

How to get Hou Wen off the plane was a problem.

Mr. Hao suggested, "Secretary Song, do you need to contact the maintenance crew?"

"We can’t contact them!" Song Guanchao immediately rejected this suggestion.

If it were someone else, they might choose to disclose their identity and negotiate with the maintenance crew, asking them to cooperate and bring the person out.

But Song Guanchao knew very well this method was of no use.

United Airlines’ maintenance staff would not heed any domestic government requests.

As long as the people were still on the plane and the passengers didn’t want to leave on their own, they wouldn’t let them go.

If they dared to make an arrest by force, it would inevitably cause a diplomatic incident.

Song Guanchao wouldn’t allow this to happen.

Now that the plane had landed, the plan was 99% complete. The remaining 1% also had to be resolved perfectly.

Seeing Song Guanchao couldn’t think of a solution, Mr. Hao said, "The pretext of air traffic control can only delay half an hour at most. If it’s more than half an hour, the plane will take off. During this half-hour, my phone will be available, but if it’s over half an hour, Secretary Song, you needn’t contact me anymore."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Hao."

Song Guanchao sat at the desk, clutching his phone in one hand and pinching a cigarette with the other, frowning deeply.

He could think of using air traffic control, but at this moment, he couldn’t think of how to get the passengers on the plane to voluntarily come down.

They couldn’t send the police proactively. The passengers had to come down voluntarily.

What should be done?

Song Guanchao racked his brains, ideas floated through his mind, only to be dismissed one by one.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock at the door, and Zeng Li pushed it open, sticking half a body through. Seeing only Song Guanchao, Zhou Qian, and the cameraman in the conference room, she quickly walked over.

Noticing Song Guanchao’s tightly furrowed brow, she asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Song Guanchao forced a smile and shook his head.

Zeng Li felt a pang of distress and asked, "What’s troubling you?"

Song Guanchao still shook his head, taking drags on his cigarette in silence.

She then turned to Zhou Qian and asked, "How far along is the situation now?"

Zhou Qian, curious about the identity of this girl, wasn’t sure whether to divulge anything.

Zeng Li explained, "I’m Secretary Wu’s secretary. I work with Secretary Song."

With a glance at Song Guanchao and seeing he didn’t deny it, Zhou Qian said, "Secretary Song used air traffic control as a pretext to have Hou Wen’s flight temporarily stop at West City Airport. But the local police are unwilling to act, as it’s a United Airlines flight, and could easily trigger a diplomatic dispute."

"Secretary Song is now trying to figure out a way to get the passengers off the plane voluntarily."

"That’s it?" Zeng Li pouted, "The plane has already landed. It should be easy to get them down."

Zhou Qian gave a wry smile, "Coming down is easy, but getting them to come down voluntarily is not."

Zeng Li replied, "What’s so difficult about that? It’s quite simple, isn’t it?"

Song Guanchao knew she was full of tricks and couldn’t help but ask, "Do you have a way?"

"Yeah, but..." She was about to say, ’but you’ll have to kiss me first,’ but remembering there were others present, she stopped herself.

Song Guanchao said, "Miss Zhou, please step outside."

"Oh."

Zhou Qian was curious and wanted to know, but since they didn’t want to talk in front of her, it was only polite to leave.

After the two of them left, Zeng Li said, "I have a way, but afterwards, you owe me a massage."

As she mentioned the massage, her cheeks were flushed.

"Just say it!"

"You have to promise me first!"

"I promise!"

He would have agreed to even a kiss—it wasn’t a problem!

Zhou Qian warned, "I should tell you first, this method will definitely work, but it will cost money."

"With your identity, you may not be able to get this order through. You’ll need to find Sister Weiwei. She’s the one who will be able to make it happen."

Out of curiosity, Song Guanchao asked, "What’s the method?"

Zeng Li said, "Crash the plane!"

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