Manchester Airport

A Boeing 747 landed on the runway and, after several kilometers of deceleration, glided accurately to the terminal escalator entrance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the cabin was opened, more than a dozen young men with blond hair and blue eyes in suits and leather shoes rushed out and quickly occupied the entire disembarkation passage.

Then a woman in her early twenties, wearing sunglasses and a big red dress, stepped on 10-centimeter heels and walked out of the cabin with the assistance of two female assistants.

"Renault, have you already made contact with the other party?" the woman asked, glancing at the young man in the first row on the right.

"Your Highness Helen, we have already arranged for personnel to go to contact us, but we have closed the door" The man named Renaud lowered his head, not daring to look her in the eyes.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Helen glared at Renault, and the expression on her face became a little angry.

"Your Highness, with all due respect, this is their territory, a place where the glory of our France cannot shine, and it is better for you to take a long-term view. Renault snapped up.

"Very well," Helen snorted, not sure to agree with his suggestion.

Da-da-da-da

The heels hit the tiled floor, making a pleasant, crisp sound, as if there was some kind of special rhythm.

The airport was very busy, with a constant stream of pedestrians, but everyone seemed to subconsciously ignore Helen and her party, and unconsciously avoided their path.

"By the way, what's the name of their leader?" Helen took a lady's cigarette from the female assistant's hand, gently held it to the corner of her mouth, and did not light it.

"Shao'an Sun" Renault is always a little confused about the names of Chinese people.

"Sun Shao'an?" Helen pronounced the name in standard Huaxia language, her expression a little playful.

Where his home is, officials in Huaxia don't seem to like to see personal friends during office hours. Helen clearly knows a lot about the government agencies in China.

"At 800 Wendong Road, Room 215, Building 3," Renault pulled out a black satellite phone and flipped through the information sent by the intelligence department.

"Very well, let's go straight to him," Helen said, remarkingly.

After the group walked into the underground parking lot of the airport, three silver Rolls-Royce Phantoms had been waiting for a long time.

"Let's go to the florist first" Helen took a makeup mirror from her assistant's hand and began to touch up her makeup.

She believes that her sincerity and charm can impress the other party.

……

Sun Shao'an's home

Ever since Fang Cheng went to Wangdu Peak to play somewhat irresponsibly, Sun Shaoan unexpectedly entered an extremely busy state.

He had to stare at the big data platform for twenty or forty hours to see if there was anything abnormal.

Because Fang Cheng had specially explained to him before leaving, he had to control this project well, because the project itself was very important, and it would even affect his future enlightenment.

Therefore, Sun Shaoan did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and always maintained his vigorous energy to fight on the ground line.

At first, he still didn't quite understand the meaning of Fang Cheng's words, so he quickly tasted the consequences.

When Fang Cheng shared a part of his surface consciousness to the data center, Sun Shaoan was almost lost in the endless subconscious shockwave.

If his state of mind is a little weaker, he may directly become an idiot.

Therefore, he has no time to take care of other daily affairs, and devotes all his body and mind to the big project of easy travel.

If Fang Cheng is an aggregate data source, then he is a small modulator.

Although he was doing insignificant work, he had also gained a lot, at least he had already felt the cultivation beyond the level of a real person in advance. Every Vientiane true scripture master, the process that must be experienced, he also has the corresponding experience to deal with.

If one day, he also becomes a "communicator" like Fang Cheng, perhaps this valuable experience can bring him more rewards.

However, just when Sun Shaoan was indulging in modulating his emotions, there was a violent knock on the door.

The guest doesn't seem to like ringing the doorbell too much, maybe it's a bad guest coming to the door.

"Please come in"

He took the initiative to disconnect the surveillance of the Vientiane True Sutra cultivators, and suddenly felt a lightness on his body, as if he had escaped from the swamp.

"Dear Mr. Sun Shaoan, it's a pleasure to meet you for the first time"

A glamorous Western woman in a red dress pushed the door in.

Wearing high heels, she is slightly half a head taller than Sun Shao'an, and she looks quite oppressive.

"May I ask who you are?" Sun Shaoan obviously didn't know the other party.

"I am Helen Elisabeth, the princess of France. Helen opened her flaming red lips slightly, exhaling like an orchid.