Zhou Cheng and his entourage got out of the car and walked straight to the terminal, along the way, every ten meters or so, there was an armed police soldier standing guard - a board inch, dressed in a light green camouflage uniform, with a gun hanging on his chest, his expression was grim, and his sharp eyes were patrolling back and forth.

Seeing this, passers-by lowered their heads and left in a hurry without saying a word.

Zhou Cheng was born in the compound of the military region, from childhood to adulthood, it is not uncommon to see this kind of scene with his grandfather and father, and Secretary Chen and the driver next to him are also well-informed, and the three of them are unimpressed and calm.

Entering the gate of the terminal, Secretary Chen said hello, turned to leave, and went to find the manager of the ticket department who contacted him.

Zhou Cheng stood on the side of the aisle and casually looked around, he found that the atmosphere here was more depressed and dull than outside.

The hall is full of suitcases, waiting for the flight, the green chairs on both sides are piled up, sitting in a chair in twos and threes, or bowing their heads in contemplation, or closing their eyes and dozing, or boring looking at passers-by, and more focused on the constantly scrolling display screen in the hall.

Others, presumably too tired from waiting in the terminal building for too long and physically and mentally, simply spread something on both sides of the aisle and lay on the floor, which seemed to be ignored by the armed police patrolling back and forth in the terminal.

From time to time, a sweet voice sounded on the radio, repeating the phrase "I'm sorry ......", saying it in English and retelling it in Chinese, endlessly, making people feel bored for no reason!

At this time, a tall and thin young man in the crowd suddenly shouted hysterically: "Why can't the plane take off, I him. I've been waiting for three days, and now I'm telling me that I can get a full refund, why did I go earlier......."

"It's just, there's a fart for returning the money."

"Indemnification! Delayed us so much! ”

"Yes, it must be compensated!"

The long wait made everyone anxious, a little agitation, one by one couldn't help but shout loudly with righteous indignation, seeing that the scene was a little out of control, at this moment, several armed policemen quickly peeled off the crowd, without saying a word, took out a pair of bright handcuffs, handcuffed the thin and tall backhand, and then escorted him out of the hall like a prisoner, and two other armed policemen stood next to the crowd, looking back and forth, as if to see which one else was not interesting, and wanted to be taken away.

For a time, everyone was in danger and did not dare to say another word easily.

After a while, Secretary Chen hurriedly walked over, followed by a middle-aged man who was slightly fat.

After greeting each other a few words, the middle-aged man clasped his hands and said with an embarrassed face: "All flights to the capital were stopped last week, as for when the routes will be opened, the capital is a little vague, saying that it will be notified separately, according to my judgment, it is a bit mysterious in the short term." Seeing that Zhou Cheng's expression was a little uncertain, he laughed dryly twice, and turned his head to look at Secretary Chen: "I have reported these situations to you before, you can see ........"

Secretary Chen paused and began to ask Zhou Cheng's opinion: "If you are in a hurry to return to the capital....... can you take the train?" It was a night's sleep, and it was pretty fast and safe. ”

Zhou Cheng nodded, he had already thought before he came, if he could take a plane back to the capital, it would be the best, but it was really not good, so he could only turn to the second.

Seeing that he nodded in agreement, Secretary Chen immediately made arrangements, and after a few phone calls, he asked, "Mr. Zhou, how do you arrange lunch?" Go back to the city or dine here? ”

All restaurants and cafes at Rongyun Airport have closed their doors, and Secretary Chen's "dining here" refers to the small stove in the airport's internal canteen.

"Let's eat right here." Zhou Cheng replied.

After lunch, the group hurried to the J City Railway Station.

Compared with Rongyun Airport, the passenger flow of J City Railway Station is more than ten times, and the environment can only be described in three words - dirty, messy and poor!

The garbage bins along the road are overflowing, and the ground is littered with waste paper, drink bottles, cigarette shells...

The road leading to the entrance is lined with passengers carrying large bags and small bags, and there are all kinds of strange things.

Some eat, some snort while sleeping, some take off their socks and pick their feet, and some even hold their children and breastfeed in public.

Zhou Cheng glanced at it hurriedly a few times, and immediately withdrew his gaze in disgust, then pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, and turned on the "don't approach the living" mode.

Finally arrived at the waiting room, and after sitting down, he couldn't help but let out a breath of turbidity.

In the past, he always thought that the villagers in Datian Village were of poor quality and were out-and-out mud legs, but today, those villagers look much cuter and cleaner.

After a while, Secretary Chen made a cup of tea and brought it over: "Mr. Zhou, you rest for a while, this train is the first train, and the train will not enter the station until half an hour later." ”

Zhou Cheng nodded.

Secretary Chen sat for a while, said that he wanted to prepare some food for Zhou Cheng in the car, and left in a hurry.

Not long after he left, a middle-aged man sneaked in from outside, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and his face was full of wrinkles.

"Man, do you want a ticket? Tickets for the capital, P city, city A, and major provincial capitals are available, and the sleeping berths are complete! ”

When Zhou Cheng heard this, he was immediately happy, this is a ticket seller, anyway, he is bored at this time, just use him to relieve his boredom.

Thinking about it like this, he pretended to start asking, what ticket is real? It's all named, can I use it if I buy it... There were a lot of questions, and the ticket seller was a little impatient, and then he brought up the ticket price again.

The ticket seller took out a ticket from his pocket and shook it in front of him: "I don't hack you, just go ten times the original fare, how about it?" ”

Isn't this black? Zhou Cheng was speechless.

"Do you know how hard it is to buy tickets these days? It's not about takeout, you look at how many people are sitting outside, these people are waiting here without tickets. ”

"How much is a tenx fare?" Zhou Cheng asked him.

The ticket seller rolled his eyes: "Money? It's a piece of waste paper, and whoever wants it, you'll have to get food. After speaking, he glanced at the black bag beside Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng then remembered that the bag that Liang Xuetao brought, he hadn't seen what was in it, he couldn't help but be a little curious, and said a few words to send the ticket seller away, he opened the bag and looked at it, there were a lot of bottles and cans inside, most of them were pickles eaten for rice, as well as a bag of French sliced bread, a roast chicken, a roast sausage and two bottles of yogurt.

Zhou Cheng grinned, and the preparation was quite rich!

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