Free Web NovelChapter 691: Chapter 613: Zhuhai Airshow, the Man with a Cloth on His Head
"Hello, is this Mr. Wang Fan?"
Wang Fan glanced at the phone number again, ensuring it was an unfamiliar number, and he hadn’t heard the voice on the other end before.
He had just turned off the "stranger mode" on his phone, and the call came in right away. Could it really be someone monitoring him 24/7?
Suppressing his doubts, Wang Fan asked, "Yes, who is this?"
The voice on the other end was exceptionally clear, and just by the sound, you could feel it was someone full of masculinity: "Hello, Mr. Wang, you can call me Liu Feng. I apologize for the sudden disturbance, but it’s due to an assignment. I hope you understand."
"Uh-huh, what is it? If it’s an endorsement, no thanks. I usually only eat snacks I make myself."
"Haha, it seems you’ve been quite bothered recently, but I’m not from those snack brands. There’s an exhibition inviting you to attend."
After explaining, Liu Feng asked, "Have you heard of the Zhuhai Aerospace Exhibition?"
"I’m not really familiar with that."
Indeed, Wang Fan wasn’t very knowledgeable about it.
Liu Feng wasn’t bothered: "Let me introduce it briefly: the Zhuhai Aerospace Exhibition, officially known as the Huaxia International Aviation & Aerospace Exhibition, is the only comprehensive international aerospace exhibition in Huaxia approved by the headquarters. First held in 1996, it occurs every two years, focusing on real object displays, trade negotiations, academic exchanges, and flying performances. It’s now evolved into a critical platform showcasing the latest advancements in the global aerospace industry. This will be the 15th exhibition."
Whoa!
Wang Fan almost blurted out an expletive, mostly out of shock. This introduction alone clearly had official backing and undoubtedly enormous scale. How could he be deserving of such an invitation?
"What exactly are you inviting me for?"
Liu Feng chuckled: "No need to worry. Here’s the deal: our Zhuhai Airshow is selling equipment to the public, so many international friends will attend. Among them, a significant client is your fan and is very eager to taste the Huaxia cuisine you make. However, he has a tight schedule and can’t find time to specifically locate you, so he asked us to see if you could come by. Oh, by the way, they mainly come from a desert country and prefer traveling with cloth on their heads, so our internet folks often refer to them as ’camel lords.’"
Desert, white cloth, camel lords. This can’t even be considered a hint—just shy of reading out their ID numbers.
Wang Fan wasn’t very keen on going.
This competition was indeed exhausting, and he wanted to rest and relax properly.
"If I don’t go, will there be any adverse effects?"
Liu Feng answered confidently: "Relax, your attendance won’t impact anything here. We’re not inviting you to cater to the guests but merely to set up a stall at a designated spot in our park, and they can find you themselves."
Is that possible?
"Are you serious?"
Liu Feng affirmed: "Rest assured, there’s no impact. Our technological equipment is a necessity for those lords, so your participation won’t affect the outcome. But if you’re free, I recommend visiting. You’ll receive a professional ticket valid for six days. Also, I’m a fan of yours, and I know your Second Uncle is a retired veteran. I’m sure he’d be interested in the weaponry displayed, so I applied for two tickets, and if your wife is interested, I could apply for one more."
Wang Fan didn’t doubt their investigation since all this info was available online.
However, what Liu Feng said reminded him that Second Uncle would go nuts over such an exhibition.
Originally, he was worried they wanted him to cater to foreign guests, which involves exhausting protocols. But if it’s just setting up a stall in the park, he’s okay with it.
Thinking of Second Uncle’s reaction to this news, Wang Fan couldn’t help but chuckle internally.
"What time and where?"
"November 12th to 17th. I’ll text you the exact location later. So, does this mean you’re willing to attend?"
Wang Fan replied, "Yes, I’m willing."
Liu Feng happily said, "Great, then my task is complete. As for your stall, the lords will rent it for you, so you don’t have to worry about that."
Wang Fan felt a bit uneasy: "Is it okay to have someone else rent the stall? It feels like owing a favor."
"No need to worry at all. For them, as long as the task is complete, the cost doesn’t matter. I can’t elaborate on their wealth, but let’s just say don’t compare your annual income to their pocket money."
"Uh, is that really okay?"
Liu Feng patiently explained: "It’s fine; you’re not part of our system. Any dealings with them are personal and voluntary. If you don’t accept, they might not be happy. Plus, if you wanted to rent it yourself, the rental isn’t cheap."
Wang Fan just earned 1 million, and even after taxes, he still had 800,000. He thought he could afford the stall rental.
Before he could say anything, Liu Feng added: "For the stall, it’s 20,000 yuan per square meter. I’d estimate your motor home would require at least 50 square meters. Spend when needed and save when possible. Surely, you wouldn’t spend so extravagantly, right?"
Alright, poverty has indeed limited my imagination.
Wang Fan thought to himself, luckily, he didn’t brag prematurely, or else his prize money would be gone before he even enjoyed it.
