Joining Sichuan Airlines starts with rescuing the captain of a powerful country

Chapter 385: The situation in East Africa continues to deteriorate, and evacuation is imperative
"So, we have to wait for several days before we can return home?"

The first floor of the hotel.

Tea bar!

Zhao Yingying blinked her big watery eyes and looked at Lu Qingzhou with a face full of grievance.

"How can this be? I have already packed my luggage and told my mother that I can return home tomorrow. Now I have to postpone my return for a few days. I don't care. I have had enough of the yellow soup, the flatbreads, and the non-sticky rice."

"I want to eat hot pot now, and I want to eat lots of snacks."

"You told me you couldn't go back."

"I'm very hungry, but I want to eat people."

Lu Qingzhou stretched out his hand.

He rubbed Zhao Yingying’s little head hard.

Then he smiled and said, "Okay, you want to eat me, right? I'm sitting in front of you, why don't you eat me?"

"Do you think I'm dirty?"

"It's okay, I'll go back to my room and take a shower before coming back?"

Zhao Yingying rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "I do want to eat it, but I'm afraid that if I eat it, my sister-in-law will hunt me down when I return home."

"Yeah." Lu Qingzhou nodded vigorously, "Your sister-in-law is indeed capable of doing such a thing."

This past month.

Lu Qingzhou often travels between China and India.

Every time he came back, he would have a small gathering with Zhao Yingying, who was "disabled from moving around", to have a meal and chat.

So back and forth.

The two people became very familiar with each other.

However, the relationship between the two people did not cross the line at all, it was just a gentleman's friendship.

And Zhao Yingying also knew about Huang Jia's existence.

He even affectionately called Huang Jia "sister-in-law" in the video.

Zhao Yingying’s one-month business trip has finally ended, and she will return home on Sichuan Airlines tomorrow.

Who knew the plane would break down?

So her trip back home had to be postponed.

It's not just Zhao Yingying.

All tickets for this flight need to be cancelled.

Bookings will not be resumed until the aircraft is repaired.

"But if you're in a hurry to go back, I can help you ask other airlines tomorrow to see if they have any seats available." Lu Qingzhou suddenly asked.

Zhao Yingying thought about it.

Still shook his head.

"Forget it. I'll wait for you to go back together. I made an appointment with my sister-in-law before. She will treat me to a big dinner when I return to Rongcheng."

Lu Qingzhou saw this.

I could only nod and say, "In that case, it's up to you."

"It just so happens that we are all in the hotel these few days. If you are bored, you can play with us."

Just when the two of them were chatting.

After changing clothes, Liang Dong and his friends returned to the first floor of the hotel.

Lu Qingzhou immediately led Zhao Yingying over.

Introducing, "Zhao Yingying is the passenger I told you about before, Sun Yuanyuan, who splashed water on someone and sprained someone's ankle on the plane. Now she is my younger aunt's sister."

"Hello beautiful, my name is Liang Dong, you can just call me Brother Liang." Liang Dong was the first to extend his right hand.

Then the others introduced themselves one by one.

After it's over.

A stewardess then asked curiously, "Captain Qingzhou, what is 'little sister-in-law'?"

"She's my wife's sister." Lu Qingzhou explained with a smile, "I've been traveling back and forth between India and China frequently this month. When I was in India, I would go out to eat with her from time to time. She also added Huang Jia on WeChat."

"The two of them had a good chat and even became sisters."

"She is Huang Jia's sister, so doesn't that mean she is my aunt's sister?"

Liang Dong looked at Lu Qingzhou with a half-smile and whispered, "Sisters? Tsk tsk, Captain Qingzhou is still good at having fun."

Lu Qingzhou raised his foot and kicked him, "Shut your bird mouth, do you think everyone is as dirty as you?"

Liang Dong quickly fled.

But as he ran, he laughed, "Haha, he's in a hurry, in a hurry, he's in a hurry."

Lu Qingzhou's face was full of black lines. Then he said to Zhao Yingying, "Ignore him, that man's mouth stinks like the air in Bangalore."

Done.

He then waved his hand.

He said to the others, "Let's go. Since we have finally come to India, we should try the local specialties."

"Don't be afraid if you have diarrhea, I have prepared some magic medicine for you all."

"With a magical drug in my body, why would I still be afraid of diarrhea?"

The older flight attendant immediately smiled and said, "What medicine? Does India have any magic medicine? I only know that India has magic oil."

"Old driver, stop driving recklessly." Lu Qingzhou scolded with a smile, "The magic oil is not suitable for us young people."

"This is the miracle medicine I'm talking about." Lu Qingzhou took out a box of medicine from his pocket.

The packaging bag of this medicine clearly reads - Montmorillonite Powder!
Ah!
In the field of treating diarrhea.

This box of medicine is really a miracle drug.

East Africa.

Eritrea.

The unrest continues in this small East African country.

Despite mediation by international organizations and regional powers, the government and the opposition have still not been able to reach an agreement.

So civil war in the country has become inevitable.

Power comes from the barrel of a gun.

In order to gain power and wealth, ambitious people are willing to drag the entire country into war.

As for the casualties among the lower-class civilians?
who cares?
Due to the unstable situation in Eritrea, Xia State has launched an evacuation operation.

Eritrea borders the Red Sea and has a coastline of 355 kilometers (including 1350 islands including the Dahlak Islands).

It stands to reason.

The country has no shortage of good ports.

However, due to the country's backward economy, the level of infrastructure is far from satisfactory.

In addition, the Red Sea is not deep enough and is not suitable for building a large number of deep-water ports.

Therefore, in the entire Eritrea with a coastline of more than 1,000 kilometers, there are only three ports.

Two of the ports are international ports and can handle international passenger/cargo traffic.

The remaining port is a domestic port and foreign ships are not allowed to dock.

Assab is the country's second largest city and largest port.

The port, which is usually orderly and crowded with ships, is now packed with people.

People of all skin colors and languages ​​are intertwined together, just like the large construction site where the Tower of Babel was built in ancient times.

However, almost every one of these people was carrying large or small bags, and their faces were filled with fear and anxiety.

Whenever a ship came into the port, these people swarmed towards it like a tide.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
far away.

Several loud explosions were heard.

The already restless crowd became even more panicked and rushed forward.

Some people were originally standing on the shore, but were pushed into the sea by the swarming crowd.

Just like making dumplings.

The others didn't care about their lives and continued to rush towards the docked ship.

War times.

Human life is the least valuable thing.

Especially the lives of the lower-class people in small countries.

It is worthless.

So even if all the people here died, it probably wouldn't cause any splash internationally.

This is the sadness of being a small country with a small population!

A so-called "writer" in a well once said that he only cares about the dignity of the common people, not the rise of great powers.

If it were dumped in Eritrea, in this chaotic port.

Will it still only care about the dignity of these "little people"?
By the time.

It must have been scared to the point of peeing its pants.

Who would care about the so-called "dignity"?

(End of this chapter)