Chương 951: 952, it's late in the human world, it's autumn

At 10 a.m. On September 3rd, the sky was high and wide, and the sun was shining down. It was a little glaring, but there was no dust. It was pure and warm.

Lukou airport's arrival hall exit A was tightly surrounded by three layers.

There weren't many airport staff in blue and white uniforms, and they were a little nervous. From time to time, they would adjust their clothes, afraid that they would accidentally appear in the camera when the reporters took photos, but their makeup was not neat enough.

That's right, there were reporters here.

Almost all the influential media outlets in the country had arrived. They and the local media outlets in jianmo were in the most favorable position.

However, the " most favorable position " was not the " best position ". A middle-aged couple stood in the best position. They both looked to be around 50 years old. The middle-aged man had a good bearing. He had a humble smile on his face, and his expression was generous and quiet.