Just as expected, Imperial Manor naturally had helipads for helicopters to take off and land on,
and more than one.
Fang Ran, who had once watched the young master's helicopter fly straight into The Cabin at Jing University, was fairly familiar with such things. But before long, he saw something beyond the scope of his imagination again.
As the night lights began to rise beneath the pale violet evening sky,
he saw from the air that the helicopter's destination was an airport with more than one aircraft parked there, yet barely any people.
"Because Fies Erde owns too many private jets, and considering the cost of renting parking and landing spaces, this airport was built specifically for them."
Buying a car was easy; maintaining one was hard. The same applied to private jets. Just renting a parking space at an airport for a private jet cost three to four hundred thousand US Dollars a year, not to mention maintenance, upkeep, and a whole series of other expenses.
So, because there were too many planes, an airport had been built.
Listening to Adeline's explanation, Fang Ran felt that the reason was both excellent and powerful.
"Please board this way."
They arrived before the sky had completely darkened. Amid the howl of the rotors, Fang Ran followed Adeline, surrounded by people bustling about,
and stepped aboard a private jet that had already been prepared.
As the global economy developed, more and more wealthy people emerged, and the private jet industry became increasingly prosperous. Those rich people whose names would never appear in the media
were willing to spend millions, even tens of millions, on their private jets to create the ultimate mobile space for enjoyment.
The one that had come to Los Angeles to pick him up had already seemed luxurious enough,