The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

"Of course, this plane will be your property for the next year. As long as it doesn't violate aviation regulations, you are free to do whatever you want." Although he didn't want to agree, who made William their boss now.

The boss wanted to sit in the pilot's seat and experience the request for a while. Keane and Johnson, who were paid twice the salary of the airline captain, looked at each other and nodded helplessly, "This way please, boss."

"Very good," William said with an inexplicable smile on his lips, "Let's go."

Under the leadership of Keane and Captain Johnson, William walked directly through the VIP passage. As soon as he entered the runway, he saw a Bombardier Global Express with the Chelsea team logo and his mother's initials parked on the runway.

"I didn't expect that Bombardier's people were so fast that they printed the words Chelsea on the plane in just two days."

"Sir, you are a super customer who rents one for a long time, orders one, and pre-orders a next-generation Bombardier aircraft. Even if you want the president of Bombardier to open the door for you, he will not be unhappy at all, maybe he will." I will help you open the door and then carry your bag."

"Hahaha, I really have to give it a try after the next ordered aircraft is built to see if Bombardier really regards customers as gods as you said."

"No problem, Boss, I will report your request to Bombardier," Keen said jokingly.

After getting on the plane and saying hello to the flight attendants, William walked into the cockpit on his own and sat in the pilot's seat.

For the convenience of takeoff, the nose of the Global Express is facing the runway, and it can take off directly on the nearest runway as long as it taxis out of a curve.

At the same time, because it is a private jet, the runway is not on the same runway as the airline's plane. When William found this situation, he laughed and sat in the pilot's seat. Under the surprised eyes of Kean, Johnson and the flight attendant, he skillfully opened all the planes. Switch on the flight, put on the earphones, "tower tower, this is the Chelsea, this is the Chelsea".

"Zizi",

"Chelsea, this is the tower, this is the tower."

"Can it fly, can it fly".

Hearing William's words, the two captains who had been staring at him looked at each other, and then looked at the plane that had begun to slide slowly. Keane hurriedly ordered Johnson, "Why are you still sitting there in a daze? In your passenger seat."

"Mr. Devinhill, as the captain, I ask you to stop the plane immediately, otherwise I have the right to take any measures against you." After Johnson sat down, Keane stood behind William and said loudly.

It's just that although he shouted very harshly, he didn't dare to touch William at all. If he hurt William, it would definitely be more dangerous than letting William fly the plane. The most important thing is that Keane believed that William, a super rich man, would not take him Just kidding,

Seeing William's handling of all the switches and pre-flight preparation procedures just now, Keane confirmed in his heart that William would be able to fly, so he didn't ask Johnson to report this to the control tower.

The beautiful and moving purser, who had been standing at the door of the cab, turned pale when he heard Keane's words, and hurried back to the seat dedicated to the flight attendant to buckle up his seat belt.

But for some reason, this beautiful flight attendant did not use the phone specially prepared for flight attendants to call the control tower, but just clutched the backrest tightly and muttered in a low voice.

In the puzzled eyes of another flight attendant who didn't know the situation, listening to the purser carefully, he seemed to be muttering non-stop, I'm crazy, I'm crazy, an idiot will come here to be the chief purser.

The plane turned around and came to the runway. William, who was a little excited, suddenly stopped the plane and took off his earphones. This made Keen, who had been holding on to the back of the flying chair, heaved a sigh of relief, "God, I'm absolutely crazy. Only then will it violate aviation regulations and let you sit in the driver's seat."

Looking at William who had stepped out of the pilot's seat, "Boss, for the sake of my career, you are absolutely prohibited from entering the cockpit of the plane I fly in the future, unless you have obtained a pilot's license. I was so scared that I wanted to write a will."

"Hahaha, I'm sorry Kean, you should believe me, I said it was an experience, it is really an experience, well, the plane will be handed over to you again."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the two captains, but in his heart he scolded the air traffic controller at the tower for meddling in his own business, and asked him to report flight instructions. How could William know this, but if he took off without reporting instructions, Sunday would be in his ears. I reminded that in this case, the air traffic control will directly call the police and treat the plane as a hijacked plane.

Chapter 339. Chapter 330 Nine is mine if I see it

Before leaving the cockpit, William reminded: "If we can't calm down, then we will rest for half a day."

"Okay, boss, I swear that I will never make fun of my own life again." After Keane finished speaking, he put on his earphones and said something to the control tower. After 10 minutes, the plane began to accelerate slowly, and finally broke away from gravity and flew into the sky .

When he walked out of the cab and passed by the crew cabin, William said to the nervous purser with drooping hair, "Pour me a cup of coffee, thank you."

The purser, who was dying of nervousness, suddenly heard William's voice, and couldn't close his mouth in surprise, stammering "you, you, you" non-stop.

Finally, the other flight attendant was still awake, hurriedly unfastened his seat belt and said with a smile, "Okay, Mr. Devinhill, please go back to your seat and sit down, the coffee will be delivered later."

"Well", entering the cabin, sitting on the seat, and fastening the seat belt, William suddenly felt that the beautiful flight attendant just now looked familiar, but he didn't pay attention to it because William had been thinking about flying the plane since he got on the plane. Calm down now, and think about it carefully, and feel that there is a problem.

The only people who can impress him are the characters in the movies in my memory, except for people I know in this world. Who is such a beautiful Asian-European chick?

Tall, with a delicate face, except for the small headlights and a somewhat immature face, the rest can be said to be impeccable.

As soon as the code egg thought of a chick with such good conditions coming to be a flight attendant with a salary of only 5000 US dollars a month, William had 7 layers of confidence in his mind that there was something wrong with the flight attendant.

He said softly to Sunday, "Look up this chick's profile and see if you can find anything."

"Understood, Sir".

A few minutes later, I listened to the Sunday News report: "Sir, according to the information I found, this flight attendant is called Charlene, her Chinese name is Xia Lin, her birthplace is Hawaii, and her nationality is the United States.

I compared the information of the airline company and found that this lady named Charlene has been on the job for less than a week. She was selected to enter your private jet because this position was personally arranged by the Bombardier personnel director, and she is not like another flight attendant. In that case, he was selected after passing three selections."

"Hehe, this is interesting. A Bombardier personnel director can take care of him personally. Either he has stuffed a lot of money, or he has a strong relationship or handle. How come the photos haven't been posted for so long? on the phone"

"Wait a minute, Sir, the signal transmission in the airport is disturbed, it will be fine soon."

After waiting for a few seconds, a photo showing her full face finally appeared on the phone. Seeing this kind of photo, William knew why he was familiar with her. Damn Charlene,

"Help me find out if there was a 13- or 4-year-old girl named Cheng Haiyao who went missing on Hong Kong Island a few years ago and reported to the police."

"Understood, sir", after the plane took off and the flight was stable, the flight attendant came over with a smile on his face, "Your coffee, Mr. Devonhill".

Glancing at the job card on the flight attendant's chest, "Thank you, Kate." After taking the coffee cup, William looked at Kate's attire and appearance, and found that the blond chick in front of him was also very good-looking, which made the suspicious William I couldn't help muttering in my heart, this chick was also sent by some organization to get close to me.

It wasn't until Kate, who was a little reconciled and didn't have anything to do with William, left that she released a poison detection magic on the coffee before she felt relieved and took a few sips of coffee.

Half an hour later, Sunday replied to William, "Sir, there was indeed a report of a 6-year-old girl named Cheng Haiyao missing on Hong Kong Island six years ago."

"Well, it seems that the old lady M is still haunting me, even after she died, help me order some materials for the production of the suicide Black Hornet drone, and then inform Barney that they have work to do in the near future, let them Don't run around and wait for my news."

"Okay, Sir, the order has been issued."

"Is there any clue about the killer organization Kojima that I asked you to check last time?"