Traveling back to 1977

Chapter 859 Everyone's Favorite
The next morning, before being surrounded, Chen Fan drove off and headed straight for the provincial capital airport.

By the time the province received the news that Chen Fan had actually come to the provincial capital last night and even stayed overnight, they had already reached the skies over North China and would arrive at Shenyang East Tower Airport in another two hours.

On the plane, Zhou Zhengdong, who was sitting in the first row with Chen Fan, was thinking about how the restoration of the cemetery and ancestral hall in his hometown was going. Suddenly, a question came to mind. He turned to Chen Fan and asked, "We don't have an office in Shenyang. What are the arrangements when we get there?"

There used to be an office, but it was closed after the project contract was completed, and the maintenance of the program-controlled switches was taken over by technicians from the Beijing office.

They came here on business, and the time was tight and the task was heavy. If it were just the few of them, I don't know if they could successfully complete the ancestral worship ceremony.

But he was busy with his eldest nephew's wedding a few days ago, and afterwards he kept thinking about how the ancestral hall and cemetery were being built, and he even forgot to ask about the arrangements for the land.

These "minor matters" used to be arranged by secretaries and assistants, but now that I haven't brought a secretary and no one has reminded me, I'm only remembering them now.

Chen Fan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and said, "Believe it or not, when the plane lands, there will definitely be people waiting to pick us up, and there will be quite a few."

Zhou Zhengdong looked at him, puzzled. "You arranged this?"

Chen Fan opened his eyes, turned to look at him and smiled, "I don't have one either, but someone will definitely come to pick me up at the airport."

Zhou Zhengdong raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why?"

Chen Fan laughed and said, “It’s very simple. Don’t be fooled by the fact that you’re running around with me now and no one is following you. Before you enter the country, you need to apply for your itinerary in advance. After it’s approved, you can go according to the plan. If you need to change your itinerary in the middle, you have to report it in time. Not to mention something as important as ancestor worship, the higher authorities will definitely report it to the local authorities.”

Zhou Zhengdong suddenly realized, "So, Shenyang will definitely know that we're going there in the next couple of days. And since you sang that song the day before yesterday, which caused a huge social reaction, even if it wasn't directed at me, but at you, they'll still arrange for someone to come and pick you up at the airport."

Chen Fan smiled and nodded. Suddenly, a man walked over, looking at him excitedly. "Excuse me, are you the writer Chen who wrote and sang 'The Bloodstained Glory'?"

"Well,……"

Chen Fan looked at him and could clearly sense the presence of a veteran in him, so he involuntarily sat up straight. "It's me. And you are?"

The man immediately extended his hands, and Chen Fan shook them in return.

The next second, the man said excitedly, "I am a veteran. I listened to this song you composed the day before yesterday and was deeply moved. The lyrics really touched the hearts of us soldiers. I never thought I would have the honor of meeting you in person today, so I came here specifically to thank you."

Chen Fan blinked rapidly, and after he finished speaking, he quickly said, "No, no, I just wrote down some of my thoughts."

"That is also the sentiment of our vast number of soldiers."

The man's voice grew louder and louder, immediately attracting the attention of those around him.

Someone recognized Chen Fan's identity and immediately shouted, "That's Chen Fan, the singer of 'The Bloodstained Glory,' the great writer, filmmaker, and musician Chen Fan!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang erupted in the cabin.

It wasn't a real explosion, but rather a loud noise.

Some immediately left their seats and walked forward, while others, though not walking forward, stood up and looked ahead, all wanting to see what Chen Fan looked like.

When Chen Fan saw this, he broke out in a cold sweat. This was on an airplane, and a small regional jet like the Trident. Weren't they afraid?
And his homemade parachute has been sitting at home unused for a long time. Could it just be such a coincidence?
So he quickly shouted, "Calm down, everyone calm down, don't move around. We're on an airplane, moving around will affect the balance of the plane."

Just then, the plane shook violently, startling many people who screamed loudly.

Just then, the flight attendant arrived after hearing the commotion and immediately shouted, "Everyone, don't be afraid. This is high-altitude turbulence, it's a normal occurrence. But please return to your seats and don't move around. For everyone's safety, please return to your seats and don't move around."

These days, most people are obedient, especially those who fly, many of whom are either high-ranking officials or family members of leaders. Under the flight attendants' instructions, everyone quickly returned to their seats.

The veteran quickly returned to his seat and explained the situation to the flight attendant.

Upon hearing this, the flight attendant realized that everyone was eager to see Writer Chen, which explained the situation.

She had seen the list and knew Chen Fan was on the plane. ...His workplace was the Jiangnan Provincial Writers Association, and the famous young writer Jiang Tiantian was also traveling with him, so it couldn't be someone with the same name.

She never expected that writer Chen would be so popular, almost causing an air accident.

The minor disturbance quickly subsided, and the plane resumed its steady flight.

Before the flight attendant could even catch her breath, a fashionable female passenger with permed hair raised her camera high and shouted, "Writer Chen, can I take a picture with you? I promise I won't move."

Seeing this, Jiang Lili, who was sitting behind Chen Fan, couldn't help but pout and mutter under her breath, "He doesn't even care about his life, what kind of person is he?"

Jiang Tiantian took her arm and whispered, "These days, the most popular artists are writers and singers, and your man is both. Not many people knew what he looked like before, but he was on TV the other day, and now a lot more people know what he looks like."

There will definitely be many more incidents like this in the future. Will you be able to handle all the jealousy?

Jiang Lili curled her lips and remained silent.

On the other side, Zhou Yali craned her neck and looked around excitedly, clicking her tongue in amazement, "No wonder he's my little brother, he's a heartthrob!"

Zhao Wanru was quite helpless and glared at her fiercely, "Don't you dare stir things up, we're on an airplane."

What just happened startled her. Her whole family was on the plane. If something had happened, the Zhou family would have been left without anyone.

The flight attendant standing at the front saw that someone was still persistent. She initially wanted to refuse them outright, since safety comes first, or perhaps wait until the plane landed before making arrangements.

But then several other people raised their cameras and echoed, "Yes, yes, just take a picture, is that alright, Writer Chen?"

"I promise I'll only take one picture, Writer Chen. I really like you. I've read all your works and watched all the movies you've directed."

"Writer Chen, my whole family likes you very much. Can we take a picture with you?"

Seeing the dozens of passengers on the plane eagerly waiting, the flight attendant was also at a loss. She could only look at Chen Fan with pleading eyes and whisper, "Writer Chen, what do you think we should do in this situation? Would you like to take a group photo with everyone, or wait until the plane lands and then make a decision?"

Chen Fan sighed almost imperceptibly. This was like forcing a duck onto a shelf; he had no choice but to agree.

I should have worn a mask today so I wouldn't have been recognized.

But whether or not to wear a mask is a matter for the future; the immediate issue needs to be addressed first.

He could only take off his scarf, straighten his clothes slightly, stand up, and say, "Thank you all so much for your kind words, that's all."

She pointed to the flight attendant and said, "Let's follow your instructions and do it one by one, okay?"

When everyone heard that he agreed to take a group photo, they naturally had no objections and shouted in unison, "Okay." The flight attendant also breathed a sigh of relief, clapped her hands, and said loudly, "Thank you very much for your cooperation. Let's go one by one according to the seating order."

After saying that, he looked at Zhou Zhengdong next to Chen Fan. Oh, right, they're in cahoots; they were just chatting a moment ago.

Then he looked at Zhao Wanru, who pointed directly to the back row, "Let's start with this comrade."

The veteran who had just recognized Chen Fan immediately stood up, took out a Seagull camera from his bag, and handed it to the flight attendant, saying, "Comrade, could you please take a picture for me?"

After speaking, he walked to Chen Fan's side, stood at attention with a very serious and solemn expression.

Chen Fan stood solemnly, but with a slight smile on his face, appearing kind and approachable.

Those who can become flight attendants generally come from well-off families and are naturally familiar with this type of camera.

The flight attendant skillfully focused the camera and pressed the shutter.

The veteran wouldn't give up, saying, "Please take a couple more pictures, I'm afraid they won't turn out well."

The flight attendant had no problem with it; taking a couple more photos wouldn't take much time, and it was their own film anyway, so they could just take them.

As a result, the three-shot sequence became the standard, and everyone after them asked for three shots, fearing that one wouldn't be enough. If their hand shook and the photo was blurry or overexposed, they wouldn't be able to find Writer Chen to take their picture again.

Some people brought cameras, but many more didn't.

No problem, if you didn't bring it, just ask someone who did, offer them a small gift, or exchange addresses and borrow theirs.

As I said before, those who can board a plane are not ordinary people. It's not a big deal to just borrow a camera to take a couple of photos, and you might even make a few more friends.

So even the very few people who hadn't originally planned to take photos joined in the fun, and everyone took a photo with Chen Fan.

After finally taking photos with everyone, Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to return to his seat.

At this moment, the flight attendant stepped forward, smiled apologetically, and said, "Writer Chen, could you take a photo with our flight crew?"

Chen Fan took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Come on."

Fortunately, there weren't many crew members back then: two pilots, four flight attendants, and three aviation security officers, who later became air marshals.

The pilot was out of the question; he wasn't going to drop the steering wheel to take a photo with him. After taking photos with the flight attendants and security personnel, Chen Fan finally returned to his seat.

Zhou Zhengdong then covered his mouth, moved closer to him, and said with a smile, "Your charm is incredible. On one flight, every passenger wanted to take a picture with you, even the flight attendants. Yali was right, if you went to America, you would definitely become a big star."

Chen Fan let out a long sigh and said irritably, "Come on, even if I hadn't gone to America, I would still be a big star there. I don't like this feeling. It was better when nobody knew me."

Zhou Zhengdong curled his lip, "I hadn't thought of bringing it up until you mentioned it. Now that you've brought it up yourself, let me ask you something. Every day, at least dozens of people are blocking the entrance of Qianfan Publishing House, asking who Augustus Versailles is, and demanding that you come out."

Besides this, countless newspapers and television stations called the publishing house, all asking for news about you.

I said, "When are you planning to go to the US? If you don't show up soon, I'm afraid the publishing house won't be able to hold on."

Chen Fan made an "uh" sound, thought for a while, and then said, "There's no rush to show up. If you really can't hold on any longer, you can reveal my identity first."

Zhou Zhengdong raised an eyebrow slightly, "Chen Fan, a young Chinese writer?"

Chen Fan clicked his tongue, "No need to do it all at once, we can take it slowly. For example, first say it's a Chinese person, then say it's a Chinese writer. Release the news little by little, and we can at least drag it out for a year or two."

"That's not necessarily the case."

At this moment, Zhao Wanru stuffed her youngest son into her daughter's arms, then suddenly leaned over, squeezed next to her husband, and whispered to Chen Fan, "Your identity cannot be revealed casually. I plan to use it as a selling point. After we acquire the newspaper, I will first publish it in the newspaper, and then arrange an exclusive interview for you on the TV station."

You can't let such a great selling point go to waste.

Zhou Zhengdong quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, your aunt's idea is good. Your identity shouldn't be revealed for nothing."

Chen Fan scratched his head and laughed, "Anyway, as long as it's not necessary to go to the United States right away, you can arrange the rest."

What needs to be revealed can't be hidden forever, not to mention that his identity is no secret to some people in the upper echelons. It's better to follow Zhao Wanru's arrangements and cash out.

I wonder what kind of reaction Western readers will have when they find out that the authors of "Legend of the Dragon Knight" and "Saint Seiya" are Chinese.
Seeing that Chen Fan agreed to her plan, Zhao Wanru smiled, gave an OK sign, and returned to her seat.

The two chatted for a while longer when a flight attendant pushed a trolley over, smiled at them, and asked, "Would you like some water? Or perhaps coffee or a drink?"

Chen Fan looked up and smiled, "No need, just bring a bottle of Moutai when the food is served later."

Zhou Zhengdong also shook his head and declined.

The flight attendant smiled and said, "Okay."

Then he took out a not-so-small cloth bag from behind the trolley and handed it to Chen Fan with both hands, saying, "These are gifts that the passengers entrusted me to give you. Please accept them."

"what?"

Chen Fan was immediately surprised. He took the package and opened it to find it filled with small gifts of various styles, including several unopened watches.

Seriously? Fans actually send gifts these days?
He quickly stood up, turned to the crowd, and said, "Thank you all very much for your kindness, but I cannot accept these gifts."

After saying that, he handed the bag to the flight attendant.

Then someone shouted, "I didn't give a gift! It wasn't me!"

"I do not have either."

Anyway, I didn't send it.

“Writer Chen, since someone gave you a souvenir, just accept it. But I didn’t give you one, so don’t look for me.”

The flight attendant chuckled and spread her hands towards Chen Fan, "Look, this is everyone's kind gesture, please accept it."

(End of this chapter)