When Yang Jingxing returned to the lounge, the first person who expressed concern was Gan Kaicheng's wife, and then he began to warn that he must be more vigilant. This society is already so sinister, not to mention that Yang Jingxing belongs to "those women who want to get involved", both externally and internally.

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Gan Kaicheng sympathized with himself or Yang Jingxing: "Just educate me..."

At around 11 o'clock at noon local time, first-class passengers were sent to board the plane again by special car. The plane was changed to a more advanced model and the cabin layout was better, but the flight attendants were still the same.

The meal was served not long after takeoff, and Xi Ying returned to work. The service procedures were standard. Although the food she brought to Yang Jingxing was at least for two people, she still said politely: "... I wish you a good appetite, and call me if you need it."

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "No, I'm afraid it will embarrass you, so I filled in some before I came over."

Xi Ying smiled and nodded: "Please use it slowly."

The nearly nine-hour flight lasted from about 5 pm to 2 am in the home country. Kong Chenhe’s plan was correct. He had to sleep well during this period and be refreshed after landing, otherwise it would have been more painful.

Obviously, books and magazines were also very effective on Yang Jingxing's fear of flying. He slept for a long time, and then drank with Gan Kaicheng. At this time, the night watchman in the North Tower may also hope that time will pass quickly.

a little.

When passing near the Arctic Circle, the first-class passengers who had been indifferent for most of the journey finally started a social meeting, because the scenery outside the window was worth seeing, and out of awe and love for nature, everyone shared it with each other. Yang Jingxing met the Five Hundred

The Asian executives paid the price by having the other party occupy the window for half an hour.

Canada is really big, and it took a long time for the plane to enter the US imperialist airspace, which meant that it would land soon. First-class passengers began to clean up their appearance, and the flight attendants also provided shoe shine services.

The weather over New York was also good, and the clouds were not thick. The landing of the plane was praised by Fortune 500 executives. It was much better than in Frankfurt, and the bumps were very slight. Yang Jingxing also pretended to be a trapeze artist and nodded in agreement.

After being sent off by the crew members, Yang Jingxing and Kong Chenhe said goodbye to Gan Kaicheng and the others for the time being. The couple went home directly to prepare a good dinner and wait for their daughter to get out of school, but unfortunately Yang Jingxing could not make it.

Yang Jingxing and Kong Chenhe were sent to meet the airport pick-up crew by the ground crew. The ground crew was running the last mile, or the national culture was different. Anyway, they were much more nagging than Frankfurt's so-called assistant.

Kong Chenhe carefully observed the environment. Yang Jingxing called home first. Xiao Shuxia's voice did not sound like she had woken up from a dream: "We're here!?"

Yang Jingxing said, "I just got off the plane and the journey went smoothly. I'll tell you again tomorrow morning."

Xiao Shuxia said angrily: "Tomorrow morning, you will be in the afternoon."

Yang Jingxing explained: "Our morning."

Xiao Shuxia couldn't wait: "Is it cold? Is the weather good? Have you seen anyone..."

Kong Chenhe didn't call home for long because he had to work.

Yang Jingxing didn't hang up the phone until he met the contact person, a Caucasian woman in her thirties, a little fat and short, well-dressed, with big brown curls on her face that set off a bright and lasting smile. If you're right

, she is Veronica, the art administrator of New Ireland who has been in contact with Kong Chenhe, as described by Yu Xinting.

Next to the contact person, a small black man pushed the luggage of Yang Jingxing and Kong Chenhe in a cart. Kong Chenhe quickly discussed with Yang Jingxing whether he should give a tip, but Yu Xinting did not give it at first.

Yang Jingxing shook his head stingily, and when he approached, he smiled at his contact and extended his hand: "You must be Veronica. I'm glad to see you."

Veronica smiled even more exaggeratedly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Yang Jingxing, welcome to New York... It's been a long journey, is everything going well?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Everything is fine. Thank you for your thoughtfulness. She is Kong Chenhe."

Kong Chenhe was quite skillful after all, shaking hands: "Hello..."

In fact, it was superfluous for the orchestra to come to pick him up, causing Yang Jingxing to have to walk a long way.

Veronica really started working: "...it's my honor, from now until your work is successfully performed in the new concert, you will add an assistant, and I will work for you together with Miss Kong."

"Then he made an exaggerated expression to Kong Chenhe: "I really need your help, I believe we will cooperate happily."

Kong Chenhe listened attentively, but couldn't answer.

Yang Jingxing was worried about Veronica: "I want to give her some vacation, is that okay?"

Veronica was unexpectedly confident: "...No problem, of course, I can handle it."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Thank you... I need to rest today. If it is convenient, I would like to visit the center and the Philharmonic tomorrow, and visit Mr. Jeromil and Ms. Isa."

Veronica nodded: "Of course, everyone can't wait to see you... When are you now tomorrow?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's better in the morning..."

The car was waiting outside. The middle-aged black driver greeted the guests and got to know them. In the next two days, the car would serve Yang Jingxing sooner or later.

Veronica sat in the co-pilot and went back to discuss the time arrangement with Yang Jingxing. Yang Jingxing was kind-hearted and was afraid of trouble from others, so he refused to make any plans other than to visit the Philharmonic.

Veronica began to be polite, talking about the Philharmonic's attention and welcome to Yang Jingxing's trip, and more importantly, the expectations of the artists. Americans always exaggerated: "... They regard you as a legend, an incredible figure.

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Yang Jingxing also learned: "I also saw a group of outstanding musicians..."

Kong Chenhe continued to listen carefully and was not on vacation.

The legendary figure soon showed his true colors, sharing the scenery outside the window with Kong Chenhe, and letting Veronica act as a tour guide. Kong Chenhe was very happy, and one of Xinting's photos was taken there...

It didn't seem to be very far. In a little more than half an hour, the car arrived in Manhattan. Kong Chenhe didn't say a word of praise, but he had already approached Yang Jingxing to look at it. He felt that it was quite different from the one in the photo.

The driver is more proactive in his work, asking passengers what route they want to take and what scenery they want to see.

Yang Jingxing said he hoped to get to the hotel soon, and asked where the Carlton Hotel was and if he could pass by it. He would meet his friends there in the next two days.

Both the driver and Veronica were pleasantly surprised. It was very close and convenient. The Plaza Hotel is close to Fifth Avenue, and the Carlton Hotel is close to Sixth Avenue. They are both on the same line as Fifty-ninth Street. They are only a few hundred meters away at most, and only a short walk away.

A few minutes later, Veronica asked Yang Jingxing if he wanted to live in Carlton, no problem.

Yang Jingxing doesn't bother others.

The driver actually drove to the Carlton Hotel and gave Yang Jingxing directions as if he was singing rap. Sure enough, within two minutes, the car stopped in front of the Plaza Hotel. Across the street was Yu Xinting's favorite park.

There are several national flags above the hotel door, including the five-star red flag. Veronica said that the hotel hung it at Aile's request. Judging from the proud expression on her face, it must be her attention.

Yang Jingxing is very satisfied, thank you.

The interior of the hotel looks more American. Yang Jingxing and Kong Chenhe lived upstairs and downstairs and went back to their rooms first.

On the way upstairs, the guest room briefly introduced the glorious history and current prosperity of the hotel, which seemed to mean that you, a musician, are nothing.

It is equivalent to a one-bedroom and one-living room, with a good orientation and overlooking the park. It is actually equipped with a small grand piano and the socket adapter is prepared in advance...

Yang Jingxing was generous and gave a tip of twenty dollars. The request was to bring soap and the like and wash the clothes yourself. I had never seen customer service before, so I didn't think it was strange at all.

After tidying up, Yang Jingxing went to take a shower. After washing, he hung his underwear and socks between two chairs in the living room, and then asked the customer service to come and get the clothes and jacket he changed to wash. I don't know what they were.

Quirks.

It was 3:30 in the afternoon local time. The sunshine was not bad, the temperature outside was probably close to 20 degrees, the air was good, and the park scenery could be seen far away, with a bit of autumn charm.

After replying to the text messages sent by Liu Miao and Pang Xi a few hours ago, and sitting there for a while, Yang Jingxing called Kong Chenhe's room: "Is it done? Go out for a walk."

Kong Chenhen said: "...Can I go up and have a look at your room?"

Yang Jingxing was not stingy: "Come on."

Kong Chenhe came up quickly. He walked in and marveled at how big and luxurious it was, but he was soon frightened: "...you washed it yourself?"

Yang Jingxing: "Ignore it."

Kong Chenhe was still worried: "Would anyone see me talking about you?"

Yang Jingxing didn't care: "Let's go for a walk and pick up Xinting from get off work around the same time."

Kong Chenhe immediately ignored the indecent comment and became excited: "You haven't called yet, have you? She must still be thinking, I guess she was distracted during the rehearsal! It scared her... but you were seen when you went there!?"

Yang Jingxing was funny: "There's nothing I can't do to see anyone, let's go."

Go or go, but Kong Chenhe is still worried: "Then, take your car... I don't feel good either... Where will you go if you pick me up?"

Yang Jingxing couldn't wait: "She invited us to dinner."

Kong Chenhe: "...I'm afraid that if she gets too excited, her colleagues will see her, and she will regret it later."

Yang Jingxing said: "You hide first, then come out when no one is around."

Kong Chenhe was embarrassed: "No, you would be excited even if you knew."

Yang Jingxing didn't believe it: "You're still so restless...Are you going to her place tonight? Do you want to bring anything?"

Kong Chenhe was very hesitant and made a difficult decision: "Okay, I won't go tomorrow night."

Yang Jingxing was bored: "Waiting for you, I won't go to your room."

Kong Chenhe nodded and understood: "I didn't..."

Going downstairs to the lobby, Yang Jingxing also gave a break to the black driver who was waiting boredly, and then walked out of the hotel with Kong Chenhe and came to the US imperialism street.

Now Kong Chenhe can take a good look and tell: "The art center is over there."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Let's go over there first."
Chapter completed!