"knew."

Zhang Dacun in the VIP lounge of the airport thought for a moment and said: "Let them enter the airport first, and I will go see him in person."

"Sir, you are too disrespectful to Lin Feng."

Huang Da said with some indignation: "Even if he is a strange person, you are a member of the imperial court after all, so you can't afford to give him this face."

"What do you know!"

Zhang Dacun said angrily: "Even Mr. Diao pays special attention to him, let alone me, the little prefect of Chuncheng!"

"Oh well."

Huang Da waved his hand, and the airport staff opened the gate and let Lin Feng's motorcade in.

Zhang Dacun also quickly left the VIP room and arrived at the private apron before Lin Feng was about to board the plane.

"Mr. Lin, please wait a moment!"

Before the car stopped, Zhang Dacun opened the door, jumped out of the car, and trotted over.

"Um?"

As soon as Lin Feng stepped onto the gangway, he stopped and turned his head to look over.

"Hello Mr. Lin, I am Zhang Dacun, the prefect of Chuncheng!"

Zhang Dacun hurriedly walked over with a scowl on his face, bowed down, and stretched out his hands to shake hands with Lin Feng.

And Lin Feng had no intention of shaking hands with him.

He just asked calmly: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

When Zhang Dacun's entourage saw this scene, they were all shocked and dumbfounded!

This is in Spring City!

And Zhang Dacun is the parent officer and supreme leader of Chuncheng!

How dare Lin Feng treat Zhang Dacun like this!

I couldn't help but start to speculate in my heart, could Lin Feng be the second generation of a high-ranking official in the capital?

"That's right."

Zhang Dacun said quickly: "I would like to thank you on behalf of the people of Chuncheng. It was you who stopped the tornado in time and saved Chuncheng from destruction. It can be said that you are the reborn parent of the people of Chuncheng!"

"knew."

Lin Feng said calmly and continued walking up the gangway.

"Well?"

Zhang Dacun was also slightly startled, a little dumbfounded.

This Lin Feng’s arrogance is even bigger than that of Mr. Zijingege!

"Mr. Lin, I wonder if I can treat you to a meal as a favor?"

Zhang Dacun said loudly again.

The more Lin Feng behaves like this, the more unfathomable he becomes.

As a veteran who has been in the officialdom for many years, Zhang Dacun knows the importance of hugging the thighs.

Although his background is Diao Yuantu, Diao Yuantu is already so old and his time in office is limited.

And Zhang Dacun was in his prime, and he still wanted to make a difference in the court.

This requires a brand new backstage, and the Lin Feng in front of us seems to be a good choice.

"No time."

Lin Feng walked to the door of the cabin and suddenly stopped. As if he remembered something, he ordered Fu Wang behind him: "Exchange contact information with him."

After saying that, he walked into the cabin.

Fuwang, who was halfway up the gangway, walked down again, walked to Zhang Dacun, took out his cell phone and said, "Give me your number."

"Yes, yes, this is my private number."

Zhang Dacun, who was a little disappointed at first, quickly gave Fuwang his phone number.

Fuwang dialed, and the cell phone in Zhang Dacun's pocket rang.

"alright."

Fuwang glanced at Zhang Dacun again, turned around and got on the plane.

"Why does the master care about a small prefect of Spring City?"

Fuwang asked with some confusion.

"Establish some of your own power within the court."

Lin Feng said calmly: "There may be times in the future when it is needed."

"yes."

Fuwang nodded.

Zhang Dacun, who was at the bottom, returned to the car after being reminded by the staff and watched the plane take off from a distance.

"Sir, this Lin Feng is too arrogant."

Huang Da, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"What do you know?"

Zhang Dacun said angrily, holding his cell phone and looking at the series of numbers.

I didn't save it in my phone, but I remembered this number in my heart.

He knew that this person would definitely be of great help to his future career.

...

Yunzhou Airport.

Zhang Chongyang looked up to the sky from time to time.

Ning Zhao on the side yawned and said, "Can the boss really come back this time?"

"Uncle Fu just sent me a message."

Zhang Chongyang said: "I have also confirmed the flight with the airport."

He paused for a moment and said with a strange expression on his face: "I just don't know why the boss came back from Spring City."

"Spring City? Maybe you went on a trip."

Ning Zhao said indifferently, turning his head and glancing at the G63 parked not far away.

Miao Qing was sitting in the passenger seat with an expressionless face.

"Mr. Ning, has the wedding date been set?"

Zhang Chongyang asked with a smile upon seeing this.

"Next month on the 6th."

Ning Zhao's face was filled with a happy smile.

Two days ago, he and Miao Qing had their first in-depth communication.

Ning Zhao was still breathing, and was immersed in the sage's moment, when suddenly Miao Qing said in his ear.

"Let's get married!"

"OK!"

Ning Zhao subconsciously agreed, and then quickly realized that he was overjoyed.

The wedding date was set on the spot.

"Haha, I will definitely give you a big gift then!"

Zhang Chongyang said with a smile.

"Xiaoqing said that the wedding should be simple, just invite a few relatives and friends."

Ning Zhao is now the CEO of Wulan Media and a super boss in the entire Chinese entertainment industry.

His wedding could have been a grand affair, with celebrities from across the street attending.

Unfortunately, Miao Qing didn't like the excitement, so Ning Zhao followed her.

"Coming."

At this moment, Zhang Chongyang suddenly became energetic and raised his head to look towards the horizon.

A Gulfstream business jet appeared in view.

After a while, we landed and taxied into the parking space.
To be continued...