Extraordinary Genius

Chapter 229 Special Treatment (Request for Tickets)

Kirilenko's car entered the airport again and picked up Feng Yu. Only this time, he greeted the camp side in advance. Feng Yu had some personal business and went straight to Kiev to rendezvous with them.

The University of Moscow has no objections, the University of Kiev has no objections, not to mention Iceland III. Before coming, the headmaster told the leader not to restrict Feng Yu's journey.

The city knew that there was another opportunity to visit the university in the Soviet Union, and wanted to send several professors from the university to mix in. The data brought back by those three professors last year saved at least three years of research time for the university, as well as a lot of research money.

The results of the research were also shared with the Ice City Government. For example, some mechanical research results were distributed by the Municipality to the Municipal Construction Company. According to this structure, at least one provincial architectural award was awarded, and the Luban Award was not impossible nationwide.

It's not only economic benefits, it's urban honor!

But this year, the University of Moscow will not continue to open the core laboratories, institutes and other places for students to visit, as will the University of Kiev, where literature is relevant.

What's the use of having some literary knowledge in Iceland? There is no way. Last year, because it was the first summer camp of its kind, there was some haste, so there was room to drill. This year, it was no longer possible, or Feng Yu and Ji Brother's goals were not here, and they did not do their utmost.

But anyway, Sanzhong's leading teacher also understood Feng Yu's peculiarity, as can be seen from Feng Yu's treatment at school. There are rumors that Sun Wenhai was able to become a principal because of Feng Yu. Whether the news is true or false, since it's coming out, there's always some possibility, even if it's only one in 10,000, he won't risk it. Without one Feng Yu, the team would be better off.

After a night in Moscow, Ki's main way of entertaining guests is drinking, not drinking or being a man!

Even though Feng Yu drank half less than his brother, the next day when boarding the flight to Kiev, Feng Yu's head was still dizzy. Just as soon as he got on the plane, Feng Yu woke up.

Big brother pen, this fucking machine?!

This type of plane has only more than 20 seats. Feng Yu has only seen it on the Internet in his previous life. The people on board are not rich or expensive. The seat is spacious and comfortable and can be turned into a lounge chair. Most surprisingly, Feng Yu still has a bedroom on the plane with a large double bed in the bedroom!

Nima, this is a plane. There's a bed on it. Luxury, luxury!

But… I like it!

“Feng, how about this plane? Only officers above the general can fly, can you still see it? If you want to buy one, I can find a way to sell it to you cheaply. ”

Brother Ji had a cigar in his hand, with Jiro's leg hanging, shaking and shaking, looking like a mess. Feng Yu has never enjoyed this kind of relationship with the leader plane, has he?

Feng Yu thought, it's more than just getting into my eyes, my eyes are looking at flowers. Wait, what did Ki say? Sell me one? Can I have my own private plane?

Feng Yu was very enthusiastic about this proposal, but unfortunately he knew that he could not buy it, at least for the time being.

Unless you are truly wealthy enough to lift your tail, in Huaxia, being too arrogant will not produce any good results.

The scenery of the past life is like Uncle Ben Shan, calling it the country's largest wrist, with a billion fans, starting a company is also madly making money. But since the purchase of the private plane, life has gone downhill. Though not going down, the scenery is gone.

Feng Yu insisted on ~ desire and said unwillingly: “I don't really like flying on this kind of plane, I really don't like it.” But talking colleagues, your eyes are still measuring, you can look at them more.

The flight took off for a while, and the stewardess came to inform her that it had stabilized and that she could unbuckle her seat belt and move freely.

Kirilenko stood up and walked to the corner of the cabin, which Feng Yu only noticed, not knowing when, that corner also stood a beautiful stewardess.

Shit, there's a little bar on the plane! Janima will enjoy it!

“Von, the plane takes about an hour to fly, don't you want a vodka?” Kirilenko asked enthusiastically.

Feng Yu's face suddenly changed, quickly waved his hand and refused: “Brother Ji, I can't drink any more. No fruit juice. Give me a drink. ”

Just kidding, when TM I don't know, if I said I could have a drink, you could fill me up with a bottle! Brother Ji's enthusiasm, Feng Yu can't really enjoy it.

Bringing the juice over, Feng Yu took it out and cleared his hangover head a little. Kirilenko saw Feng Yu staring at the bedroom, his eyebrows picked, waved at an stewardess and said two words in the stewardess's ear.

The stewardess looked at Kirilenko and secretly looked at Feng Yu again, nodding her teeth.

“Mr. Feng, would you like to rest inside for a moment?” The stewardess walked over and bent over and whispered in Feng Yu's ear. The heat in the stewardess's mouth blew on Feng Yu's ear, itching.

Feng Yu dodged for a moment and asked slightly excitedly: "Is that okay? ”

“Follow me.” The stewardess led Feng Yu to the small bedroom with the double bed, sitting not far behind him drinking Kirilenko, revealing a horny ~ shaky smile.

Knock!

The bedroom door was locked by the stewardess.

Feng Yu stunned for a moment. What do you mean, I'm going to sleep? You can understand if you lock the door, but please go out too ~ ~

“Mr. Feng, let me help you with the dress.” The stewardess reached over and unbuttoned Feng Yu's clothes. She could see that Feng Yu was impatient.

Feng Yu fell on the bed like an electric shock. What is this?

Seeing that Mr. Feng had “taken the initiative" to sit on the bed, the stewardess revealed a charming ~ confusing smile and began to unbutton her clothes.

Feng Yu held on to the stewardess's hand. Although he was not in charge in his life, he had a wife in his previous life. He still doesn't understand what that means. He is just stupid!

The stewardess brought him in, did not go out, Kirilenko must have known, but did not knock on the door, which means that the stewardess, Kirilenko arranged it!

Your sister, I just want to sleep, I don't want to sleep with this stewardess!

Even if there was a little enthusiasm just now, it was on the plane, especially outside the room was the Ki brothers, Feng Yu definitely didn't want to do this. Besides, the stewardess is young and beautiful, but who knows how many people she's with!

“Wait, you go out, I drank too much yesterday, I'm not interested! ”

The stewardess's hand untied the button. She was only 18 years old. She was the youngest and prettiest age of a girl. Plus, Soviet girls were generally early ~ familiar. She thought that one look was very attractive. This Mr. Feng wasn't interested in her?!

“Don't worry, Mr. Feng, Mr. Kirilenko sent me. ”

“Go out and tell him I'm going to rest. Go out and shut the door!” Feng Yu could not refuse to say so.

The stewardess went out somewhat disappointed, and it appeared that Mr. Kirilenko had promised a thousand roubles she could not get. But Mr. Kirilenko was very clear about what he just said. Be sure to make Mr. Feng happy. If Mr. Feng gets angry, he will also get angry.

When she went out, the stewardess turned back three times, but even closed the door and didn't hear Feng Yu calling her to stay.

Saw the stewardess come out so soon, Kirilenko stunned for a moment. The stewardess shook her head, looking at her. Kirilenko was also somewhat disappointed. Was Feng Yu's self-restraint amazing or dissatisfied with this woman?

After stewardess walked out, Feng Yu hurried to close the door and lay on the bed. He took a long breath. I fantasized that if after Kiev landed, Kiev would arrange this kind of entertainment at night... should he go?