In the end, Zhang Chulan still didn't get a refund for the plane tickets. He discovered that the wicked smart payment system and wicked modern digital network really were too awful and inhumane!
He'd spent nearly half an hour rushing around, only to find out that the refund would be sent back to the account used to book the tickets, not handed to him in cash.
So...
Not only had he failed to pocket a single cent, he'd also had to shell out the few dozen yuan he'd spent buying water for everyone!
The thing was, water at the airport was ridiculously expensive. Something that cost one yuan outside could easily go for three to five yuan there.
At first, when he'd thought he could pocket the money from the plane tickets, he hadn't cared about that little expense. He'd readily promised that getting everyone some water would be no problem.
But in the end, he not only failed to profit, he also lost nearly a week's worth of food money. His poor little heart was in agony. Even the chilled milk tea tasted bitter, as if its sweetener had stopped working entirely.
Still, Feng Baobao was eventually rescued by the relevant department leaders, who hurried over. Then the group finally managed to board their plane—and they even brought their knives aboard.
Of course, the knives had to be registered, but they were registered as "medical equipment." Whether knives like those bone-carving blades counted as medical equipment was a matter of opinion.
Anyway!
Although Feng Baobao's situation had delayed them by more than two hours, after nearly three hours of running around the airport, the group finally caught the next flight. It wasn't a direct one, and they had to fly halfway around the country before they finally arrived at