Chapter 57: On the plane

The female voices on the TV slowly flowed out.
"Hollywood director Martin Sicoses, who directed the taxi driver and won the Oscar in one fell swoop, learned that he is about to return to New York for the holidays..."
Halfway through, there was no sound, it turned out that Evelyn had turned off the TV.
"Recently it's really boring, reporting the whereabouts of these celebrities every day. Please, who wants to know what they are eating tonight and will they fart tomorrow?"
Evelyn's words are rough but not rough. However, looking at her bulging cheeks, White thought Evelyn was even more angry.
"Really don't want to know?" White smiled deliberately, "The other party is a famous Hollywood director."
Evelyn slowly drew a card from the deck, pressed it on the floor, and gritted her teeth after hearing the words: "Those who don't like me are not considered directors."
To tell the truth, Evelyn has no experience in acting in movies, is not old, and has no experience, just an unknown little model, the director looks down on it, it is really normal.
But both White and Iverson knew Evelyn's character, she was just joking, so there was only a burst of laughter in the living room.
After the news was turned off, the room fell silent, and after the game was over, White sat on the sofa holding the computer.
"not coming?"
"Ok."
White slid his body into the sofa, his eyes focused on the computer screen, his hands slowly sliding.
White slowly searched for Martin Sicoses' itinerary, only a "um" when he heard the words, and did not lift his eyes.
Iverson got up to take a bath, Evelyn went into the house and changed clothes, leaving the living room with only White, which became empty.
After checking the flight, White called to book the flight. When the other party asked him what cabin to book, White endured the pain and replied: "First class."
"Ok."
The young lady quickly sent the flight information. After White finished all this, she felt a lot more relaxed. She slid into the sofa. After a while, she turned on the computer again to search for relevant information about Martin Sicoses.
In recent years, the output of Xixosses is not high, but all of them are pleasantly surprised.
In fact, Xikoses' achievements in the director circle have reached a high level at this time, and he has also achieved a lot of achievements in the producer and screenwriter.
There is no one who is most familiar with Xikoses than the taxi driver who has won four gold awards.
White had seen this film in a movie theater, and therefore knew about Sicoses.
Upon investigation, it was discovered that Xikosese was also born in Queens, New York.
At this time, Xikoses seemed to be in a neutral period.
White murmured: "That's it..."
On Christmas Eve, White took a flight from San Francisco to New York.
The landing location is New York JFK Airport.
White took the first class of this flight. This was the seat White bought with the year-end bonus issued by Google. Excluding the investment in the game, White does not feel financial strain.
This is a seat for one person. After boarding the plane, White took out the notebook.
White opened the interface of the farm game, and he optimized and fine-tuned the game flow.
This process is slow and requires a high degree of concentration. White is doing this work seriously, not paying attention to the surrounding environment.
When White boarded the plane, there were not many people in the first class. There were two seats in the row where White was sitting.
When White took his attention from the game and looked at the surrounding situation, the plane was about to depart.
Through the small round airplane window next to him, White saw a blue sky and white clouds outside.
Today is a sunny day.
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The narrow window could not see how far the blue sky was. White quickly retracted his eyes. However, when he closed his notebook and the beautiful lady presented the magazine for the past week, White noticed the changes around him.
Or coincidence, or expected.
White saw an old man about sixty years old sitting down in a side seat.
The old man's hair was gray, his eyebrows were long and thick, and he was wearing black-rimmed glasses. He looked unsmiling. He went straight to the next seat and sat down on that seat.
The first-class cabin was clean and clean, and there was no noise. Except for the occasional sound when flipping through the magazine, no other sound was heard.
Some leisurely read a book and drink coffee, and some frown and read documents.
Martin Sicoses slowly flipped the magazine in his hand.
A young lady quickly greeted him, as if recognizing Xicoses, holding a plate of fruit and staying at Xicoses' table for a long time.
Slim figure, charming smell.
The tall figure stood in front of the seat and quickly covered it tightly.
For the first time, White felt that the back of a beautiful woman could be so hateful...
It is probably to seize this opportunity to be the little flower that the big director would like.
In the past, young and frivolous only thought that the glamorous actor could hug left and right, very romantic and envied.
Later, I learned that the director is the person who will kill the power...
In fact, the university chose a directing major at the beginning. If it is really done, it is not allowed to receive the same treatment as Xicoses today. It is also very good.
White thought to himself, raised his eyebrows, and returned his attention to the book in front of him.
After driving for about two hours, Sikorses seemed to be sleepy, rolled the chair into a flat chair, covered his face with the hat beside him, and fell asleep like this.
Xikoses still did not wake up until half an hour before landing. Xikoses lay motionless on the chair, only the slight rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was asleep.
White brought in a beautiful stewardess and handed the prepared fifty dollars to the stewardess.
"Please pass the fifty dollars to him before this gentleman gets off the plane." White gestured to Xicoses' seat.
The young lady showed a confused look at first, but she was smart enough to respond quickly, and there was no need to ask more about passengers. The young lady accepted a few dollar bills: "Anything else to tell?"
"No more."
"May I ask your name..."
"White, White Engelson. You just need to tell him that he is a young man named White."
"Okay." The stewardess nodded and left clearly.
Half an hour later, White disembarked from first class and walked hurriedly in the crowded Kennedy Airport wearing a hat and a long windbreaker.
White waited for a taxi by the airport, leading straight to downtown Manhattan.
It was the afternoon, and the sun was not too violent.
White raised his watch from time to time, and time passed.
It has been ten minutes, thirty minutes, thirty-five minutes since I got off the plane.
A gust of wind passed by, and a taxi stopped in front of him.
"Do you need help?"
"No thanks……"
White was about to use the same method to refuse the third taxi passing by, when a quick greeting came from behind him.
"Please wait a minute."