Chapter 101: Ticket

The trip to Petva was arranged by Mrs. Reynolds many days in advance. For this reason, she checked a large number of travel guides on the Internet, and made detailed strategies like writing a mission report, and she was extremely interested. But it's no wonder that this is the first time that Jay has joined the family for more than six years. The three of them are looking forward to this trip.

Mrs. Reynolds went to buy the travel supplies early, until the suitcase that Mr. Reynolds used for business trips was too swollen to fit. She waited expectantly until Jay went home on holiday, and it was not until two days before the family of three planned to travel that they realized a problem that should have been realized but perhaps too late.

The ticket is gone.

All the air tickets to Petva had been snapped up all the time for the next two days, and the air ticket to that little unknown country was unexpectedly popular. This was originally a low-level mistake that shouldn't be made, but they all ignored this small problem before, and it was too late when they noticed it.

And they even booked the hostel online in Petwa in advance. It would be a bit difficult to revise the schedule at this juncture.

As always, Mrs. Reynolds complained about Mr. Reynolds. As the only person in the family of three who had traveled by plane, he did seem to have good reasons to be blamed. But Mr. Reynolds argued that the issue of air tickets for normal business trips was always resolved by the newspaper, and he hardly bothered. The two then entered the daily mode of husband and wife quarrels, and obviously did not help to solve their problems.

Jay came out helplessly and said that I might have a way. The Reynolds and his wife stopped the quarrel for a while, and Qi Qi cast unexpected glances at him.

Jay took out his mobile phone and dialed Helena's number-she is a government agent. The agents in the film and television works always seem to have a dozen passports and a bunch of documents with different identities, and they can always be the first when they want it. Time to book train tickets and air tickets. Who knows? Although the online ticket has been sold out, maybe Helena can get him some VIP seats.

"What do you want!?" Helena asked in a somewhat unbelievable tone after he explained his intentions through the phone.

"Tickets, three tickets to Petva." Jay touched his nose, "My dad and my mother are planning to travel, but we... uh...until I was about to leave until I found out that the tickets were sold out. So I thought...maybe you can help?"

There was a long silence on the phone. Ordinary people may not be able to hear anything from it, but with the help of keen hearing Jay can clearly hear Helena's breathing that seems to be getting heavier on the other side of the phone, and it sounds like she is too angry to speak. .

"Do you know what I am giving you this number for?" Helena said angrily and funny.

"Facilitating communication?" Jay asked carefully.

"This is the number for you to contact in an emergency, understand?" Helena raised her tone, and Jay could almost imagine her angry now through her voice, "And when I say'emergency', I mean something like you It is found that an alien spacecraft has entered the atmosphere, or some scientific lunatic is planning to blow up the metropolis, or something similar. But in any case, this is not your ticket order hotline, okay?"

"...Well, I was wrong. I thought..." Jay scratched his head. He should have thought that Helena is Batman's daughter. The father and daughter's acting style and way of thinking are almost carved out of the same model, and obviously they will not be the kind of contact that will leave the partner with a convenient appointment after a short collaboration. The type of going out to sing and drink.

If they leave you with the contact information, there is a 90% chance that it is an anti-tracking line that has been encrypted with layers of encryption, and you must dial this number when you really need it.

"Sorry, if it's inconvenient, then forget it." Jay was a little frustrated and prepared to hang up. He thought that a contact method would at least prove that they were friends who were well-connected, even if only in uniform.

Helena suddenly stopped him: "Wait."

Jay heard her sigh slightly, and there was another hope in his heart because it sounded like a sign of a change of mind. At this time, Helena heard Jay talk about their family travel plan and involuntarily thought of her own family. She remembered that they had never traveled far together even when their mother was still alive, because their father was Batman. That job seems to never have a vacation. Not to mention that after her mother's death, the number of times she met her father in those six years was pitiful.

The family outing is like a mirage in her heart, an unattainable dream, beautiful but far away, being divided into a part of her life that will never intersect.

"Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, Metropolitan International Airport." She said abruptly, "Wait there on time. I will make arrangements for you."

Jay was overjoyed: "Really? What are you going to do? Do you book a special room or..."

"Don't ask questions, just do it, I will arrange it."

Since she promised to arrange it, it must be foolproof. Jay said with joy: "Thank you very much, I owe you personal love, you are such a good person."

"Save it, this kind of little thing is not worthy of my favor." Helena said, after a pause, and suddenly said meaningfully, "Everything you have now, family, friends, including Kara Kent... .. Cherish these, don't take them for granted. One day in the future, when you look back at the present, you will understand how lucky you are."

Jay was taken aback for a moment: "...Helena? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Her voice returned to coldness, "Oh and, it's better not to have another time, otherwise you will never want to use this number to find me again."

"Okay, okay, I see." Jay smiled and hung up the phone, but didn't take her last threat seriously. He clearly knew that she was just bluffing, and even if he really bothered her with this kind of thing next time, she wouldn't really stop paying attention to him.

Just this time, although she seemed very unhappy, she still helped Jay in the end, didn't she?

Maybe this is the so-called Tsundere.

Jay put away the phone, smiled and said to the Reynolds couple: "The problem is solved."

However, at this time, Jay did not really understand what Helena meant by "arranged."

The next morning, Metropolitan International Airport.

The snow-white floor of the hall was covered with sunlight, and there were rows of empty seats by the door. Passengers in a hurry drag their suitcases to and fro in the lobby, and the electronic display boards hung under the ceiling are full of flight schedules and times.

The clock numbers on the electronic display board are getting closer and closer to ten o'clock, and the Reynolds family is standing with suitcases and bags in the bright sunlight in the hall, looking around. They stared at everyone who came to them, trying to judge whether it was the one who was arranged to pick them up, but so far everyone has just passed them by.

Mr. Reynolds couldn't help but whispered in Jay's ear: "Is your friend's arrangement really reliable?"

No wonder he has such thoughts. Helena didn't explain a word except to explain that they came to the airport lobby at ten o'clock. She didn't say which flight or seat to arrange for them, nor did she say how to connect them. If it weren't for the fact that Jay might know some "magic" friends, normally Mr. Reynolds would be sure of each other. I am entertaining them.

"Don't worry." Jay was full of confidence. "She said it would be done, so there would never be anything wrong."

As expected, Helena hit him in the face, and when the electronic clock on the display board reached ten o'clock, a short man in a black suit suddenly appeared behind a few people, like a ghost out of thin air. He had a black super on the bridge of his nose, and the sunlight reflected from the black lenses made him look sharp and sharp. When meeting for the first time, Mrs. Reynolds was so scared that she took a step back-she had never dealt with such a number of guys, and it was inevitably nervous.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Reynolds?" The voice of the short, domineering man was kind and the tone was very polite, which made Mrs. Reynolds feel at ease.

Jay said yes, and the man politely led the three of them to follow him to the depths of the hall. Mr. Reynolds suddenly remembered something. He asked his bulging suitcase and asked if he needed to check it, because it was 100% overweight. But the man said no, there was no limit to the weight of luggage for this flight.

The man led them from the VIP passage to the boarding gate, which made Mrs. Reynolds a little excited. And when they walked into the boarding aisle and saw the plane at their destination through the glass, even Jay had to admit that this was something he hadn't expected.

The white plane wrapped in a pale white shell is parked on the tarmac like a sleeping falcon. Two pairs of four titanium alloy turboprops are hung on the bottom of the wings on both sides. The tips of the wings reflect the dazzling brilliance of the sun. The words "Wayne Technology" are printed very conspicuously.

Well, maybe Jay has overlooked another important thing-the huntress may currently be the country's top agent, but Helena Wayne is the future legal heir of the international company Wayne and the daughter of Gotham. A private airliner, in her words-not even a trivial matter worthy of a favor.

And it turns out that they were surprised too early. When they walked into the plane and saw the three luxurious suites, the spacious restaurant and the leisure area, they were almost shocked. It took a long time for Mr. Reynolds to recover from his surprise, and whispered in Jay's ear: "Your friend must be a rich second generation, right?"

"Rich second generation? No." Jay swallowed, "She is rich n generation."