Chapter 1690 Welcoming Avenue
(Fixed a small bug. According to the reminder of enthusiastic readers in the book club, Chu Zihang and Caesar had some guesses about Lin Xian's mixed-blood identity based on the previous plot, but they had never had definite evidence or seen him with their own eyes, rather than being completely unaware of Lin Xian's background. Thank you for raising this question. The previous article has been corrected.)
There was a roar from the direction of the sea, and winged beasts swooped out from the black clouds. It seemed that there was thunder exploding in the overcast sky.
The Gulfstream began to land in the vibration, and the landing point was a runway on the nicotine beach, but due to the age of the runway, only the back half remained, and the front half was eroded and submerged by seawater.
The runway, which should have been abandoned and without any facilities, now has two rows of bright navigation lights, turning the dark runway into a snow-white carpet.
It was not until the Gulfstream supersonic passenger plane approached and the lights were fully turned on that the true appearance of these navigation lights could be seen clearly - they were actually a fleet of cars lined up on both sides of the runway, stretching across half of the runway!
All black Mercedes-Benz cars lit up the modified matrix headlights, illuminating the entire runway and providing a clear visual environment for the aircraft to land.
Even the pilots of Sleipnir had to praise their courage, but they were also crazy enough. The fleet of Mercedes-Benz cars lined up on both sides of the runway could indeed provide lighting for the Gulfstream to land, but on this runway that had been in disrepair for a long time, as long as the Gulfstream made a slight mistake, the wings would sweep over those Mercedes-Benz cars. It was unclear whether the people on the plane were dead or not, but the people on the runway would definitely be dead.
It can be seen that the people who arranged this group of vehicles have enough trust in the skills of the principal's special pilots, and the captain of Sleipnir did not live up to this trust. The Gulfstream landed directly on the runway and began to slide. The friction between the tires and the cinders splashed bright sparks. Half of the runway was about to end in the blink of an eye. At the end of the runway, there was actually an extended Mercedes parked. Several figures stood there straight waiting for Sleipnir's arrival.
In the last fifty meters, the reverse engine was fully turned on. Sleipnir sprayed a stream of fire forward, which gradually stopped the giant steel beast, and finally stopped steadily on the front side of the last meter of the runway. The Gulfstream stopped steadily, the engine was turned off, and at the moment the noise was extinguished, the whole runway was actually thunderous applause.
After the plane stopped on the runway, the pilot of Sleipnir heard the applause from the tide. He found that the Mercedes-Benz parked on the left and right sides of the runway were full of men in black with cold faces, applauding the Gulfstream parked on the runway expressionlessly.
Even though Sleipnir passed by them with fire, they did not step back. They stood on both sides of the runway like reefs. When the Gulfstream stopped, everyone began to applaud. The thunderous applause overwhelmed the tide for a while. It was hard to tell whether it was really a compliment to the pilot's skills or a different kind of ridicule.
"A bunch of lunatics." The ace pilot looked at the scene on the runway and silently lit a cigarette. What else could he say besides commenting on the lunatics? Go down and fight with this group of people? Don't be funny! Angers paid him to fly the plane, not to get involved in such troubles.
This situation should be left to the few owners on the plane to solve.
The cabin door opened, and the moment the people inside walked out, the dazzling light suddenly illuminated the entire Sleipnir, causing Caesar, who came out first, to subconsciously raise his hand to cover his eyes. Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei behind him also raised their hands to cover the light.
Lin Nian, who walked out of the cabin door last, did not lose his vision under the butterfly black beautiful contact lenses because of the strong light. He saw the grand scene outside the plane quite clearly.
-- A bright red carpet as wide as the thickness of a runway continued to spread forward along the end of the runway to the distance. The floodlights made the red carpet as bright and beautiful as a welcoming avenue. On both sides of the red carpet, the men in black standing on the left and right of the Mercedes-Benz team had their hands behind their backs, their legs slightly apart, and serious faces, as if they were always waiting for Lin Nian and others who came in and out of the cabin to inspect them.
After Lin Nian and others all showed up, several figures standing in front of the Mercedes-Benz in front of the plane bowed, and then the black-clad men surrounding the entire runway stood at attention, put their hands on the seams of their pants and bowed! The sound of clothes rubbing together sounded, with a quiet and solemn sense of momentum!
It was clearly the handover time between late night and early morning, and the coastline was illuminated as bright as day. The all-black motorcade, all-black people, plus this spacious red carpet, always gave people a feeling that they were being treated as national leaders.
Looking at this solemn and solemn scene, Caesar still had a calm smile on his face, and even raised his hand to greet the people below, but privately he whispered to Lin Nian beside him in lip language, "Damn it, are all Japanese so good at arranging? Or is it because of your face that it is so grand?"
Caesar thought that the Japanese branch would receive them, but he didn't think it would be so exaggerated? The red carpet, the motorcade and the spotlights made it seem like they were not coming to Japan to help with disaster relief, but to be celebrities participating in a catwalk show.
"I don't know. I haven't been here for a while. Maybe there has been some policy changes. Don't they need help?" To be honest, Lin Nian was also slightly stunned by this scene. Although he had received due respect and courtesy during his previous visits to Japan, he had never encountered such a grand scene.
I don’t know what’s wrong with the Eight Snake Clan this time, or is it that these Japanese have really reached a life-or-death situation and see them as a lifeline, so they first give them such a sugar-coated bullet to make it difficult for them to refuse their rude requests later?
Lu Mingfei seemed a little shocked and moved, with a sense of satisfaction that his fantasy in the second year of middle school has come true. Who hasn’t imagined a group of black men driving a Mercedes-Benz lining up to bow to him while lying on the desk? It’s a pity that there are no other spectators here, and they can’t satisfy more vanity.
Chu Zihang’s focus is different. After his eyes adapt to the strong light, they naturally fall on the figures standing in front of the Mercedes parked on the red carpet in front of the plane.
The leader was a young man in formal clothes, with a well-dressed short side-parted hair, leather shoes that were polished to a shine that dazzled the eyes, and a gentle frameless glasses on his face. He always had a gentle smile on his face that made people hate him. He was full of the competence of a Japanese workplace man, but the colorful cuffs of his suit exposed the ferocity hidden under the uniform.
And next to the man stood three girls with different styles.
One was wearing a colorful and gorgeous furisode, with her hands folded in front of her and slightly bent over, full of the gentleness and thoughtfulness of a traditional Yamato Nadeshiko; a woman dressed as a secretary wrapped in a black suit, holding a blue-patterned scabbard in her left hand, was silent and full of a suppressed sharpness; the other was wearing a school uniform of a women's college, youthful and lively, with her hands behind her back and tiptoeing, curiously looking at Lin Nian and others coming down the hatch.
"The visitor is not kind." Chu Zihang said softly.
"But it seems that we are the one who came." Caesar whispered.
"In other words, is this a Hongmen Banquet or a sugar-coated bullet?" Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice as he walked down the boarding ladder.
"Even if it's a sugar-coated bullet, will you dare to peel off the candy wrapper and enjoy it without any scruples?" Caesar said, "Aren't you afraid that your rumored girlfriend will be unhappy?"
"Damn it, why are there rumors about me everywhere! Didn't I ask Fingel and others to refute the rumors?"
"Asking the news department to refute the rumors, isn't that a disguised way of confirming the rumors?"
"Fortunately, we didn't get off the plane in the clothes given by the principal. We have to dress formally for this occasion, right?" Chu Zihang said.
"The Japanese are all face-conscious. Maybe they will ask the girls to give us flowers in a while. Be more energetic, especially you, Lu Mingfei, don't drool over the girls' sailor uniforms in a shameless way." Caesar reminded.
While Lu Mingfei, Caesar and Chu Zihang were chirping quietly, Lin Nian had already taken on the role of diplomat in the group. He walked down the stairs and stepped onto the red carpet that stretched all the way to his feet, and walked towards the man in formal clothes wearing frameless glasses standing in the center of the Mercedes.
Walking on the red carpet, he attracted all the attention, which was a look of respect and awe, and there was also a trace of fear in the deepest part of his eyes.
A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Even though Lin Nian has not been to Japan for a long time, no one has forgotten the deeds he left in the Snake Eight Clan.
"I am Sakurai Hideharu, a graduate of the 2005 advanced training class of Kassel College. Welcome to Japan. I am here to welcome you, the envoy, on behalf of the Snake Eight Clan." When Sakurai Hideharu saw Lin Nian coming, he immediately stepped forward to greet him, bent over and stretched out his hand, and bowed at the same time, with an extremely warm and humble attitude.
"I thought it would be Gen Chisheng who would pick us up, or someone familiar with the Inuyama family who would pick us up at the airport." Lin Nian shook hands with Sakurai Hideharu.
"The young master is busy with affairs, and he is a little inconvenient. The Inuyama family has been harassed by some big and small things in Shinjuku recently, so he can't spare the time to welcome you. So he can only temporarily appoint me to form an envoy to receive you." Sakurai Hideharu had a gentle smile on his face and answered Lin Nian's questions in an orderly manner.
"Who is Sakurai Nanami to you?" Lin Nian asked.
"She is my cousin, and my mother is the cousin of the head of the Sakurai family." Sakurai Hideharu answered with his head down.
Lin Nian nodded to reveal the problem. Even if Gen Chisheng or the Inuyama family did not come to pick him up, the identity of Sakurai Hideharu and the scene he put on were enough to satisfy any picky guest.
Lin Nian looked at the three beautiful women standing behind Sakurai Hideharu and said, "Who are these three?"
"Aiko! Midu! Aoi! Why don't you come and meet Mr. Lin Nian?" Sakurai Hideharu did not turn around, but suddenly raised his voice to call the people behind him.
A fragrant breeze blew, and three beauties of different styles stood in front of Lin Nian and bowed slightly, "The Eight Snake Families welcome everyone."
Behind Lin Nian, Caesar and the other two came from the boarding stairs dragging their luggage. After greeting Lin Nian, these three chic women walked around Lin Nian and took the initiative to greet the three, leaving Lin Nian and Sakurai Hideharu standing in front of the Mercedes.