The Goddess Shines on America

"The flight from Los Angeles to Albuquerque is about to take off. Passengers who haven't boarded please go to the boarding gate quickly. The flight from Los Angeles to Albuquerque is about to take off..."

After all, it was already evening, and there were not many passengers who would take this flight at this time, but it could be said that a small plane with a size of 100 people had just been filled. Since it is a small plane, there is no high-end first-class cabin. Alice only chose two business seats, which already accounted for half of the carrying capacity of the cabin.

There are four seats in pairs, and there is a group on the left and right sides of the cabin. The matching is good, but the scale is really too small, after all, it is a small plane.

As soon as Flynn was seated, he couldn't help asking, "When did you get my social security card?"

"Is it difficult? Isn't it your father who handed it to me? Forgot?"

Seeing Flynn's mouth wide open in astonishment, Alice smiled and said, "Ah, by the way, you were so surprised at the time, of course you don't remember such details. But it doesn't matter, I will send your security card Keep it safe and leave it to me for safekeeping.”

As she got older and had more and more juniors, Alice's bad taste was also stimulated. It feels really good to see a little kid being played around by me all day long, amazed and admired at the same time.

In the economy class behind you, the sound of boarding passengers walking and putting their luggage is everywhere, and in the business class at the front of the plane, it was not until ten minutes before the boarding deadline that a third person finally walked in.

It was an old man over 60 years old, but he still had black hair, only part of the hair turned gray. He obviously took good care of himself on weekdays.

It's just that the old man's clothes are a bit strange. Jeans and a jacket are nothing unusual, but wearing a baseball cap in the cabin is incomprehensible.

The old man sat down on the seat next to Alice, and immediately called out: "The flight attendant."

A blond flight attendant immediately walked out from behind the front curtain: "Hello, sir, do you need any service?"

"Pour me a glass of lemonade with a temperature of about 70 degrees, and add two pieces of rock sugar."

"Okay sir, I'll prepare it for you right away."

After getting an affirmative answer, the old man nodded in satisfaction, glanced at Alice and Flynn on the other side, and immediately took out a copy of The Washington Post from his briefcase, and read it. What's even more strange is that he held the newspaper so high that it almost covered half of his face.

"Strange old man."

After muttering so much, Alice didn't pay much attention to it, and began to close her eyes and meditate.

After a while, the plane was ready to take off. Seeing the airport outside the window was constantly moving, Flynn stared straight out of the window, for fear of missing any details. I also know that this must be the first time in his life to fly in an airplane, and can anyone experience any first time without being like him?

Alice looked amused: "When you take off and accelerate, there will be a lot of pressure. Hurry up and sit down. Don't think that you will be fine if you have a seat belt. You will be very uncomfortable."

Only then did Flynn calm down a little, and asked, "Alice, do you often fly by plane?"

Alice thought for a while: "It's not bad. Among my peers, not counting those high-end rich second generations who take travel as their daily life, the frequency of my flying is quite high. No, it should be very high."

Across the aisle, the pages of The Washington Post stiffened.

In the past two hours, Flynn's curiosity has long been raised to the peak, and he has no intention of just asking a question and ending it.

Speaking of which, apart from knowing that Alice has superpowers, he really doesn't know anything about this big sister. It's just that they met suddenly in the basement of that warehouse, and then someone showed great power, and then they were all taken away by the police.

"Alice, are you still a middle school student? You always fly, don't you have to go to school?"

Alice smiled lightly. She looked out the window. The plane had already reached the take-off point. After a moment of calm, it was time to step on the brakes and hit the accelerator.

"Of course I have to study, but I still have to deal with a lot of work on weekdays."

"Work!?"

As soon as Flynn finished speaking, suddenly, a strong oppressive force rose up!

"Oh!"

You can clearly hear through the window, when the passenger plane sprints towards the sky, the turbulent wind blowing around!

One of the biggest differences between a small plane and a big one is that it offsets the pressure during takeoff. Flynn, who has never even done a plane before, is only eight or nine years old. When did he experience this kind of battle? I saw him leaning against the back of the chair, his face extremely ugly, as if he was about to faint.

Fortunately, this force came and went quickly. Before Flynn really fainted, the plane had already rushed into the sky.

"My God, my God..."

Seeing the boy's ugly face, muttering and panting, Alice was a little puzzled: "Didn't you take the plane when you came to Los Angeles last time?"

"My God...it's not a plane, it's a train."

train? What are you doing by train?

Alice was taken aback for a moment, but immediately understood.

Compared with any other country, the development of the aviation industry in the United States is second to none. It is so developed that it has even produced many jokes. For example, the most typical one is that students who do not do well in geography even think that Australia and the United States border each other and can be reached by car.

That's right, if you fly by plane, no matter where you go, you just need to look at the destination, no matter where you pass through. Unlike China's trains, Spring Festival travel and student influx, passengers are familiar with which route will pass through those cities, and even use this to travel together, or continue to study the combination of routes to save time and travel expenses.

Therefore, based on the well-developed aviation industry, the main function of passenger rail transportation in the United States is by no means passenger transportation, but tourism. The high-quality service like a restaurant and bar, the slow speed of the car, and the long journey from east to west, it is really suitable for sightseeing with the whole family.

For a young boy who had just "come out of the misery," it made sense that the police would arrange for him a scenic railroad trip from New Mexico to California.

In a short time, the plane has been flying steadily in the stratosphere, and it will arrive at the destination in less than two hours. Alice lazily stretched her waist. At the same time, the flight attendant appeared in the cabin again and asked everyone what they would like to eat for dinner.

"Package B is ready, how about you, Flynn?"

"Package A."

When the old man was asked, the other party put down the newspaper: "I want a set meal B too."

After speaking, the Washington Post covered his face again, but before that, Alice glanced at the page the old man was reading, which was a news report about a certain law to be passed by the House of Representatives.

Having nothing to do, Flynn started to ask again: "Alice, you just said that you have many careers, what are they?"

Well, showing off in front of a kid is quite rewarding.

Alice grinned: "You mean the matter of my flying. Actually, it's nothing. As for where I go most often, I have a large IT company in San Jose, and I need to fly there from time to time to deal with some things. Other places... Over the past year, Seattle has only flown five or six times, which is much lower than the frequency of going to San Jose."

As she spoke, she did not forget to glance at the old man reading the newspaper again.

Although I don't know who the old man is, he must not be paying attention to the newspaper now, Alice is very sure.

"Are you thirteen or fourteen?"

As expected, Flynn was very surprised: "How can you become the boss of a big company?"

Alice glanced at the old man again, he still seemed to be fascinated by it, and as for the "Washington Post", its cover happened to be printed with relevant news about then-President Reagan. Obviously, this issue of the newspaper is indeed worth buying.

"Well... have you heard of technology investing?"

After saying this, Alice smiled lightly.

In fact, from the very first sentence, her voice was very low, with a posture of whispering: "Well, I know you definitely don't understand. Technology investment means that you have a very critical technology in your hands. If you This technology is very important to a certain company, you can use it to enjoy a certain share in the company...that is, a certain status, understand?"

As the so-called elders love to preach to younger generations, seeing Flynn nodding with half understanding, Alice also aroused such interest. She bent slightly, put her head in front of Flynn, and whispered.

"Let me tell you, Flynn, as for me, I have mastered the manufacturing technology of routers. You know, this is a very remarkable technology. As long as I have the patent, I can join a related company with it. Or, even if I don’t need to pay a penny, I am a pure poor man, but as long as the technology is advanced and valuable, I can even set up a company, as long as I take the technology and ask venture capitalists for money.”

"So, I naturally chose to start my own business, and the company's address is located in San Jose. Oh, I'm busy, after all, the business is expanding very quickly..."

No matter how Alice talked, Flynn just stared at her blankly.

Now that the topic has reached this point, how can he understand it?

Don't say that Alice speaks English now, professional vocabulary is professional vocabulary, if you don't understand it, you don't understand it. Even if she is speaking in Chinese now, who can understand what kind of technology investment, what kind of venture capital, or even what kind of router, to an eight or nine-year-old Chinese boy in the 21st century?

Therefore, this pretentious whisper conversation was not meant for Flynn at all.

Sure enough, before Alice finished her conversation, the old man who had been covering his face with a newspaper finally spoke.

"Little girl, what you just said is not something he can understand."

The old man put down the newspaper and looked at Alice with a smile. Although the brim of the baseball hat covered half of his face, it could be seen that this was a person from the upper class. Although those eyes exuded a kind temperament, Alice could clearly feel that he was constantly looking at herself.

"However, I wonder if you are interested in having a good chat with me, an old man?"