Chapter 934: Former Glory

ngquan wouldn't be in the mood to eat with him after seeing Zhu Qingqing's severely wounded pride. He then said, "Mingqi, shall we head back""Sure, Mingquan, take care of Qingqing."With that, Zhang Mi...Chapter 934: Former Splendor

"Mr. Qiao, it looks like you’re about to leave," Shi Qiuyang said with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"I have some urgent matters and need to go to Europe." Qiao Chengying sized up Shi Qiuyang from head to toe before saying, "I will treat everyone to dinner another day. I hope Director Shi will grace us with your presence."

Having said that, Qiao Chengying turned around to leave. He really didn’t want to waste any more time here.

"But I have a question," Shi Qiuyang stepped forward and stood in front of Qiao Chengying, refusing to let the matter drop. "I wonder if you’ve filed your flight with the Aviation Bureau this time According to Hong Kong’s aviation regulations, private planes must file their flight plan four hours before takeoff so that the bureau can arrange for air traffic control. If you don’t follow procedure, it would be very easy for an accident to happen."

Registration… registration again! Faced with a formidable enemy, Qiao Chengying had long been on edge and wasn't in the mood to deal with this shameless director of aviation! The guy was obviously here to cause trouble. His intentions were clearly not pure!

"Should be done by now, I don’t handle these matters personally; my secretary takes care of it." Qiao Chengying tried to sidestep Shi Qiuyang. "Director Shi, this is an urgent matter for me, please let me pass."

"No can do, Mr. Qiao," said Shi Qiuyang, putting on a stern look and speaking in a cold voice. “As the director of aviation in Hong Kong, I must ensure safety for all aircraft and passengers flying along this route. If an accident happens because your plane didn’t file its flight plan, who would be responsible"

"From Hong Kong to Milan, I’ve flown that route dozens of times; how could anything go wrong Could planes possibly collide midair" Qiao Chengying was so frustrated that his face turned red and he began swearing.

“Mr. Qiao, you have a bad temper,” Shi Qiuyang said in an even tone. “But I’m just doing my job according to regulations. Please cooperate with me; regardless of the outcome, I must prevent any possible danger. Also, if you file your flight plan now, you can take off four hours later.”

“Shi Qiuyang, I warn you not to test my patience again or else you’re going to die!” Qiao Chengying flew into a rage and grabbed Shi Qiuyang by the collar in an undignified manner. “I guarantee that your death will be very painful!”

"I understand the importance of personal connections, but before the law, everyone is equal. Mr. Qiao, what you're doing now is a direct threat, and I can easily take you to court over this." Shi Qiuyang looked indignant and continued speaking incessantly: "Mr. Qiao, if your private jet takes off, it might ensure your safety, but other planes taking off from Hong Kong would be at risk. We have clearly stated that no flights are allowed without proper clearance..."

Just as Shi Qiuyang was about to say more, Qiao Chengying could not hold back any longer and threw a punch that landed heavily on Shi Qiuyang's face!

"Ouch!"

It seemed that Qiao Chengying had indeed used quite some force as he knocked Shi Qiuyang to the ground.

"We'll see about this!"

Following up, Qiao Chengying kicked Shi Qiuyang hard in the ribs; the pain was so intense it caused him to curl into a ball.

When the plane started taxiing on the runway, Shi Qiuyang stopped groaning. He sucked in cold air and asked the staff beside him, "Did anyone capture this on camera"

"We've recorded everything; not a single detail has been missed," the staff member patted his leather bag which contained pinhole cameras.

"Once we get back, we'll hand over all these video and photos to the paparazzi. They're more professional at releasing such information than us." Shi Qiuyang got up from the ground, rubbed his sore cheek, and said, "I took a risk this time; I hope the young lady is satisfied..."

At that moment in the banquet hall, Wang Zheng was chatting with Qiao Shanxing.

"What's the story you mentioned Don't be vague." Holding his glass of red wine, Qiao Shanxing clinked it against Wang Zheng's.

"Do I look like someone who's being mysterious for the sake of it"

"Actually, you do."

Qiao Shanian and Wang Zheng exchanged a glance before bursting out laughing.

After their laughter subsided, Wang Zheng patted Qiao Shanian on the shoulder and said, "I hope that half an hour later, you'll still be able to maintain this smile."

The smile on Qiao Shanian's face froze immediately, his tone turning cooler as a bad premonition filled him. "What do you mean by that"

"Actually, I don't really mean anything else; it’s just…"

"Just what" Qiao Shanian raised an eyebrow.

Wang Zheng sighed softly: "There are always many things in this world which you didn’t do but need to bear the consequences for. Of course, there might also be times when you did something but others don't know about it and hence you can avoid taking responsibility."

"That’s a contradictory statement."

"It's not actually contradictory."

With that said, Wang Zheng placed down his wine glass and walked straight up to the raised stage at the front of the hall.

Jiao Shanxing instinctively felt that something was amiss but had no reason to stop it. He had a premonition that perhaps with Wang Zheng's appearance on the stage, some unpleasant things would gradually begin. Watching Wang Zheng’s confident smile, Jiao Shanxing’s heart sank.

"Everyone, may I take up a little of your time Is that okay"

Wang Zheng held a microphone and stood on the stage, shining brilliantly as all eyes in the hall were focused on him.

This guy was nowhere near asking for others' opinions; he had already grabbed the microphone and started shouting. How hypocritical! Jiao Shanwang thought to himself.

"Sure, of course!" At this moment, some infatuated girls began screaming excitedly. Those who knew her recognized that she was Ming Mingsheng's little daughter from Hong Kong business circles, Mo Yu-ran, usually mischievous and playful but instantly smitten by handsome men.

"Alright then, thank you all in advance." Wang Zheng, at this moment, appeared to be the host of the banquet. All his actions were tightly followed by everyone present, who considered themselves influential figures; strangely enough, perhaps because of his previous high-profile performance, no one now felt that he was overstepping.

"I have a good friend whom I met many years ago when she was still in her prime, in her mid-twenties, at the height of her youth."

Mo Yu-ran put her hands on her chest and said dreamily, "He's so charming as he tells his story."

Wang Zheng’s gaze drifted to the entrance of the hall as he continued speaking: “At that time, she was being hunted down. She escaped all the way from Hong Kong to the capital city of China, covered in injuries and exhausted both physically and mentally, but her eyes remained bright."

Upon hearing this sentence, Tòng Qígāng suddenly trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted!to Beijing, she couldn’t escape her pursuers. It was me who saved her."Shi Shi Shang nodded in regret as well; the downfall of that prodigious girl was truly lamentable. Otherwise, another dazzling fi...