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Chapter 790 Boarding

Chapter 790 Boarding
"Go to sleep." Fan Ning stood up. "I'll help you change the sheets, pillowcases, and quilt covers. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"No need to change, I can't bear it anymore."

Under Fan Ning's stunned eyes, the girl threw herself directly onto the bed, rolled up the thin blanket, and was silent for three to five seconds.

Didn't you say you slept all the way on the plane?
Fanning soon understood that with Ruoyi's mental state, she must have experienced long-term sleep disorders, or even relied on excessive amounts of sleeping pills to barely relieve physical fatigue.
But from that moment on, all the mental burdens turned into motivation to chase the stars, so sleepiness naturally attacked overwhelmingly. And from a rational point of view, I also understood that if I didn’t adjust my daily routine to a healthy level in the next few days, it would be absolutely impossible to reach the summit of Himachal Pradesh.

Fanning immediately felt his eyelids twitching severely.

Although his mental condition was not as extreme as Ruoyi's before, but in the break of working 996, it was just five o'clock in the morning that day, so naturally he couldn't bear it.

Just lie down on the sofa with your coat on.

The lights went out and the room fell silent.

The next day, November 11, Fanning woke up at eight in the morning. Maybe he could have slept a little longer, but his phone was already overflowing with messages. Not to mention text messages and WeChat messages, there were more than a dozen missed calls.

My colleagues, leaders, leaders' leaders, and human resources all took turns making fatal calls.

From questioning the reason at the beginning, to angrily asking to finish the project at hand first, find a person to hand over to, and then submit a written resignation report, after the leader approved it.
The word that appeared most frequently during this period was "professional ethics".

Professional ethics has nothing to do with Fanning now.

Why doesn’t Niema mention “entrepreneurial ethics” when he is ganking his employees in between his 996 workweeks?

Fan Ning didn't actually have any excessive emotions. He just felt that replying to messages was a waste of time for him at the moment.

It takes at least ten seconds to say a good sentence, right? It takes at least three or four seconds to greet family members, right?
After three hours of sleep, although his body felt a little weak, his mind was unusually alert. Fan Ning turned around and stood up from the sofa, then quickly washed up and went downstairs.

While walking, I filled out the international postal reservation for door-to-door delivery and special packaging on my phone - the "Swing" series still had to be sent to the gallery.

Then they drove out and bought a lot of daily necessities, including daily necessities and clothes for the girls, because Ruoyi didn't bring any luggage when she went out.

Fan Ning knew that if he waited for Ruoyi to wake up and accompany her shopping, the things he chose would definitely be more suitable, but he had to do these more basic things first.

There will be more complicated preparatory work that needs to be completed by the two of them together, and some "unconventional methods" will require Ruoyi to handle on her own.

Time, everything paves the way for time.

He packed a backpack with daily necessities and clothes for today and tomorrow, then asked the supermarket to deliver the contents of two suitcases to the airport. He made an appointment for shipping service in advance, and finally Fan Ning drove and bought a bunch of breakfast near a resettlement area and took them back.

I also received a parking ticket.

I was so hungry that my stomach was boiling. When I went upstairs, it was already half past ten. Ruoyi hadn't woken up yet. Fan Ning knew that she had finally had a longer sleep, so he didn't go to wake her up. Instead, he continued to check his phone to get relevant information.

However, probably due to the continuous aroma of the fried dough sticks, pan-fried buns, wraps, fried noodles and other foods, Ruoyi woke up after twenty minutes.

"Damn it! How did I sleep until this hour!"

Fan Ning sat on the edge of the bed and opened a plastic box with a "click". He slurped the soy sauce-colored wide vermicelli with bean sprouts, then took a bite of the steaming poached egg: "I bought some things. I packed a set of toothbrushes, towels, facial cleansers and so on for you. I've put them in the bathroom. You can use them for now." There were the sounds of water and clinking of utensils in the bathroom. Ruoyi came out with wet hair. She added, "Good morning", and began to open various plastic bags for breakfast.

One bite, two bites.

"Was there something wrong with the food you brought me to eat before?" She looked up and stared at Fan Ning.

"What? What's the problem?" Fan Ning picked up the fried dough stick and took a bite.

"Why do I think the food you bought today tastes better?"

"You're hungry."

After the two of them swept through the place in a flash, they quickly began to prepare things one by one.

First submit the visa application, and then go your separate ways for the time being. Ruoyi paces on the balcony, talking on her cell phone non-stop.

It took almost the entire afternoon, sometimes it was German that Fanning could barely understand, sometimes it was German that Fanning could hardly understand (he estimated it was the Austrian "Bavarian version" of German), and then there was Italian, English, Japanese, and even Hindi.
During this period, he came to tell Fanning several times that the progress was going smoothly. The issue of helicopter charter and the invitation letter for the "International Art Cooperation Project" were all connected, as well as the transportation and personnel contact after arriving in Dharamsala.
A lot of key details were also consulted.

Fan Ning mainly purchases mountaineering supplies in advance, uses cross-border e-commerce, money to pave the way, and direct shipping, and then goes directly to Dharamsala to pick up the goods when the time comes.

High-top hiking boots, GORE-TEX jacket and pants, 500g down jacket.
Ice axes, crampons, safety belts, headlamps, mountain tents, oxygen bottles, medicines, satellite phones.
The balance in the account was deducted rapidly.

There are definitely some omissions. There is still a lot to be replenished when we arrive at the local area, including high-energy food and problems with the guide.
Finally, I paid for the mountaineering permit and registration fee, environmental protection deposit, border "protected area pass", etc., which seemed miscellaneous, but in fact cost nearly ten thousand US dollars.

This day was still busy until very late.

At almost midnight, Ruoyi received a call saying that the expedited visa application had been processed and the status would be refreshed and displayed early the next morning.

On November 11, at 24:6 in the morning of the third day, Fan Ning and Ruoyi boarded the high-speed train to Yanjing. At 11:10 in the morning, the international flight from Yanjing to New Delhi took off on time.

Sitting in the business class seat, Fanning spread out a sheet of music on the table.

He continued to write "Andante", which is the "Andante in E flat major".

After having the breakthrough inspiration of "using cowbells as the main percussion instrument in the development section" that night, Fanning added some celesta and harp sounds for harmony. The dilemma that had troubled him for months was instantly broken through. Within an hour of writing, his progress was rapid.

However, as the background noise of the plane continued, coupled with the just-right slight turbulence, fatigue once again swept over the two of them.

After all, I didn't get enough sleep before.

Ruoyi closed her eyes first, and her body weight gradually leaned on Fanning, and her head rested on his shoulder.

It was warm and smelled good, but my shoulder was a little sore.

The space in the business class is still very spacious. Fanning asked the flight attendant to bring a blanket and help adjust the angle of their seats.

Soon, his eyelids began to droop and he fell into a deep sleep.


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