Private Technology

The distance between Shanghai Stock Exchange and Wanwan is not far, and the flight time alone is more than an hour, but the weather between Shanghai Stock Exchange and Wanwan is still very different.

"You just wear these?" Mu Mingxiao, looking at the pencil pants T-shirt, asked Guan Ming.

"What's wrong? I checked it. Wanwan is now summer, and the temperature should be less than 30 °." Mu Xiaoxiao was holding the watermelon, looked up, and looked at Guan Ming.

"... It's okay, just ask." Guan Ming never thought that this stupid would not check the weather today. There was heavy rain after the typhoon, and Mu Xiaoxiao came over with a small backpack. He couldn't see any change. Clothes, because the small backpack is estimated to be unable to plug the laptop.

"By the way, I have checked that movie, it seems to be really good. I said on the Internet that this movie is good-looking." With a narrow smile, by the way, the towel wiped his lips, and watermelon juice splashed all over his mouth. .

"That's for sure, otherwise I won't be able to show you." Guan Ming responded with a smile.

The last time of my life should have been around 2008. At that time, there was a resource on the domestic Internet of "five centimeters per second". Guan Ming didn't watch a lot of anime. The first reaction after hearing this name was to brag with his girlfriend. He could speed more than ten centimeters per second. , And Guan Ming woke up the next day.

"But just watching a movie, do you use so many people?" Mu Xiaoxiao whispered after glancing around, and found no one else.

The average number of people who came out this time was more than the last time they went to the Maldives. In addition to the two men's total of 6 bodyguards, they also brought drivers, co-pilots, flight attendants, chefs, etc., and Mu Mumu was sheltered from the wind and rain. Mu Xiaoxiao really was a bit uncomfortable.

"You and I are both Jin Gui, and besides, there are wages." Holding the back of his head, Guan Ming sat beside Mu Xiaoxiao and looked at her with an envious look.

I do n’t know if a good stomach is a idiot, but Mu Xiaoxiao ’s idiot ’s stomach is a real cow. This watermelon has been simmered for more than half an hour, and it ’s a little ten pounds, but it ’s gone. A trip to the toilet is done.

If Guan Ming said, he would have diarrhea for half an hour.

"Oh." Nodded, Mu Xiaoxiao didn't know if he understood or didn't understand, he started to eat watermelon again.

I don't know when she started to develop the habit. She likes to eat when everything is all right, but it didn't make her eat so much.

Huge planes soared in the sky, like the moon in the night, attracting the attention of countless people.

Guan Ming's private jet has a jet black-and-white double helix, which may not be creative in drawing, but it is also unique.

The name of Taoyuan Airport before last year was Zhongzheng Airport, which was very interesting.

As the largest and busiest airport in Wanwan District, countless reporters crouch here.

Wanwan is the frontier of the domestic media. The famous "Kangxi is Coming" is really nothing to play with. It is not the kind of embarrassment that can make guests play awkward, and the media is the same.

The authorities naturally knew that Guan Ming had applied for a flight route, but for the Mainland, the authorities did not have much goodwill and directly leaked this news to the media.

Guan Ming didn't know the specific situation, but also heard a bit of wind from Qian Junhao. After arriving at the place, Guan Ming and Mu Xiaoxiao did not get out of the car and went directly to the bottom of the plane, where is the garage.

After Guan Ming's plane was almost decorated, he had already started to work on license plates and driver's licenses in various countries and regions. In the era when airplanes had wings, Guan Ming had evolved to the extent that airplanes had cars.

"I didn't expect to be able to take a private car at the airport. It's amazing." Lying on the window, this is Mu Xiaoxiao's first private car at the airport.

"There are so many great places for me." Guan Ming smiled and took out his mobile phone and looked at it. There was real-time feedback from Double Star.

Double Star's positioning has not changed since the beginning, and the core content is only one: service management.

Although there are only three satellites in the sky, surveillance of curved areas is sufficient.

Double Star monitors on the network, monitors the network information and call content of the authorities, and uses satellite optical telescopes to comprehensively protect the security of the fleet.

Looking at the content on the phone, Guan Ming handed the phone to Zhou Wu, the co-driver.

On the phone is the navigation software that Guan Ming hasn't released yet, but it is not an AR picture, but a 2D real map, but there are a few more green and yellow dots on it.

The green dot is your own person, and the yellow dot is the identified tracking person.

When Guan Ming went to the Maldives last time, he didn't pay much attention because the island he went to was enough. This time, Guan Ming paid attention to safety.

But even if there is tracking, it is expected that there will be no problems, and this is not Afghanistan.

"Brother, where are we going now?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked a little boringly as he watched the car moving on the road and looked for a while.

The distance was short. The two arrived by plane after lunch. It is now more than two in the afternoon, and the movie premieres at half past seven.

"Someone behind us. How about we get out of the car and go out to play?"

"Ah? Someone? What do you mean?"

"Just do what I said. I'll take you something delicious!"

"Oh, that's OK."

The idiot Mu Xiaoxiao was once again defeated at the feet of food.

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"What? Go to Taipei? OK, I'll hurry up." A reporter at the Taoyuan Airport hung up the phone, greeted his little friend, and left in a hurry.

And the reporter who also left at the moment is not just him.

Wanwan authorities' treatment of Guan Ming is very simple. I won't make you, but I always inform reporters to make them annoy you. As for the court prosecution?

Sorry, with the support of the local government, some lawsuits can last for a long time ~ www.readwn.com ~ Of course, the premise is that Guan Ming don't spend money on the small arms and calves of the reporter. You know, the gangsters are also very slippery of.

"Target enters Guangfu South Road." Following a vehicle behind Guan Ming's convoy, the co-driver took a look at nearby buildings and reported Guan Ming's location through the intercom.

Although there are monitoring devices on the road, there are always loopholes in monitoring devices, and not all monitoring devices are official, and there is still a possibility of being lost.

The Guan Ming team suddenly turned a corner, and several tracking vehicles behind them also turned quickly.

"Target enters Lane 180 and enters Lane 180." One hand arrived at the door. In order to let the other party return to the field of vision as soon as possible, the sudden acceleration and the centrifugal force brought by the turn were somewhat uncomfortable.

"Boss, two cups of milk tea." At a corner of a tea shop on the corner, Mu Xiaoxiao was held by Guan Ming, holding a fat man's hand, standing at the door of a tea shop.

Then Guan Ming handed over a hundred NT dollars, and holding hands with Mu Xiaoxiao while drinking milk tea, wandering on the street, there were four bodyguards close to him, alert to everything around him.