After taking a big gulp of beer, William said faintly, "I want to see what the Celestial Empire thinks of me. Maybe it's just economic cooperation. Otherwise, it would be a pity to give up the biggest economic growth in the Celestial Empire."
"Understood." Brian looked at William in confusion. He didn't understand why William valued the Celestial Empire so much and tried to avoid contact with the Celestial Empire at the same time.
After the discussion, although Brian was very happy, seeing that William didn't show it on his face and didn't say much, Brian didn't think too much and knew that William had something on his mind. So, he secretly gave a few glances to the teammates around him. Not even 10 o 'clock, the few of them stood up and said goodbye.
William, who had something on his mind, didn't ask them to stay. After the party, he sent Brian and the other four away and went back to the bedroom to freshen up. As soon as he entered the master bedroom, he saw Ambrose, who was reluctant to leave.
The two of them worked out several times in one night. Ambrose was so tired that he let go of William and fell asleep with him in his arms.
The next morning, William didn't wake up his girlfriend who was sleeping soundly. He kissed her forehead and went to the airport under the escort of the bodyguards.
When he came to the airport to send off the bodyguards, he just walked into the airport VIP lounge and saw the two captains, Keane and John Wilson, who came to Boston last time, waiting for him respectfully.
"Good morning, Mr. Devonshire. It's a pleasure to serve you again."
William shook hands with the two captains and smiled, "Hello, captains. I'm also very happy to see you again. You should have received the notice."
"Yes, Mr. Devonshire. We have received the notice from Bombardier. For the next year, until your plane is completed and delivered, this plane will be the private plane of the Devonshire family. We are very honored to be your private captain."
"Thank you, but we may only work together for a year. I'm planning to get a private pilot's license. After the plane I ordered is delivered, I will fly it myself."
After saying this, William suddenly said to John Wilson, who didn't have a sense of presence, "Can I sit in the co-pilot seat and experience the joy of flying? Captain John Xun Fu? "
"God, no." Keane and John Wilson hurriedly shook their heads. "That's impossible, Mr. Devonshire. If we dare to do anything and someone finds out, we might end up in jail."
"Alright, that's a pity. But is it okay if I sit in the driver's seat and experience it for a while?"
"Of course, this plane will be your property for the next year. As long as you don't violate the aviation regulations, you are free to do whatever you want." Although they didn't want to agree, William was their boss now.
Their boss wanted to sit in the pilot's seat and experience it for a while. Keane and John looked at each other and nodded helplessly. "This way please, boss."
"Very good." William smiled mysteriously. "Let's go."
Led by Keane and John Wilson, William went straight to 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 Bombardier's people to be so fast. It only took two days to print Chelsea's name on the plane."
"Sir, you're a super customer who rents one for a long time, orders one, and pre-orders a next-generation Bombardier plane. Even if you want the president of Bombardier to open the door for you, he won't be unhappy at all. Maybe he'll even open the door for you and help you carry your bag."
"Hahaha, then I'll really have to try the next plane after it's built to see if Bombardier really treats customers as God as you say."
"No problem, boss. I'll report your request to Bombardier," Keane said jokingly.
After boarding the plane and greeting the flight attendant, William walked into the cockpit and sat in the captain's seat.
In order to facilitate takeoff, the nose of the Global Express was facing the runway. As long as it skidded out of a curve, it could take off directly on the nearest runway.
At the same time, because it was a private plane, the runway was not on the same runway as the airline's plane. Discovering this situation, William laughed and sat in the pilot's seat. Under the surprised gazes of Keane, John Wilson, and the flight attendant, he skillfully turned on all the flight switches and put on his headphones. "Tower, tower, this is Chelsea. This is Chelsea."
"Zizi."
"Chelsea, this is tower, this is tower."
"Can you take off? Can you take off?"
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 move slowly. Keane hurriedly ordered John Wilson, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get back to your co-pilot's seat."
"Mr. Devonshire, as the captain, I ask you to stop the plane immediately. Otherwise, I have the right to take any measures against you," after John Wilson sat down, Keane stood behind William and said loudly.
However, although his words were harsh, he did not dare to touch William at all. If he hurt William, it would be more dangerous than letting William fly the plane. Most importantly, Keane believed that a super-rich man like William would not joke about his life.
Seeing that William had handled all the switches and the pre-takeoff preparation procedures perfectly, Keane was sure that William knew how to fly the plane, so he did not ask John Wilson to report this to the tower.
The beautiful flight attendant, who had been standing at the door of the cockpit, turned pale with fright when she heard Keane's words. She quickly ran back to the seat reserved for flight attendants and buckled her seat belt.
However, for some reason, the beautiful flight attendant did not use the phone that was specially prepared for flight attendants to call the tower. Instead, she tightly gripped the back of the seat and whispered in a low voice.
Under the confused gaze of another flight attendant who was still unclear about the situation, the chief flight attendant seemed to be muttering non-stop, "I'm crazy, I'm crazy, only an idiot would come here to be the chief flight attendant."
When the plane turned and arrived at the runway, William, who was somewhat excited, suddenly stopped the plane and took off his headphones. This made Keane, who had been holding onto the back of the flight chair, heave a sigh of relief. "God, I must be crazy to let you sit in the pilot's seat against the aviation rules."
Looking at William, who had already walked out of the pilot's seat, Keane said, "Boss, for the sake of my career, you are absolutely not allowed to enter the cockpit of the plane I fly from now on unless you have a pilot's license. I was so scared that I wanted to write a will."
"Hahaha, I'm sorry, Keane. You should believe me. If I say it's an experience, it's really an experience. Okay, I'll leave the plane to you again."
After that, he ignored the two pilots. In his heart, he was cursing the tower's air traffic control staff for being nosy and asking him to report the flight instructions. William did not know this, but if he did not report the flight instructions and took off, Sunday reminded him in his ear. In this case, the air traffic control staff would directly call the police and treat the plane as a hijacked plane.
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