Airport.
Song Guanchao sat on a bench in the arrival hall, looking at the flight information on the big screen.
Sun Jiajun's flight was delayed for ten minutes.
At eleven-thirty, the flight landed.
At eleven forty-five, passengers orderly walked out from the exit.
A middle-aged man in his early forties, about 1.75 meters tall, with a decent appearance, pulled a suitcase out of the crowd.
Song Guanchao stood up and walked over.
When the other person walked out, he stepped forward and said, "Mayor Sun."
Sun Jiajun looked at him, smiled, and extended his hand: "Hello, Director Song."
Song Guanchao naturally took the suitcase from his hand: "Mayor Sun, have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet."
"Any dietary restrictions?"
"Anything is fine."
"I'll arrange it then."
"Okay."
Half an hour later, the car entered the city.
Sun Jiajun's gaze pierced through the window, assessing the city where he was about to take office.
