"Sir, we just received the news that there may be a level five wind in the South Bend Strait ten minutes today. If you land in the direction of the South Island Country in a wing suit, the probability of falling into the sea will increase by 60%.

The cameraman suddenly reminded Meng Bo and lit up the satellite phone in his hand at him. His expression was not what he said, but what the company reminded him.

“How many meters are we at now?”

Meng Bo asked Liu Jiu.

"No more, no less, just one thousand meters."

Liu Jiu replied.

"So if I jumped out of the plane in a wing suit, how many meters can I open the parachute?"

Meng Bo turned around and asked the cameraman.

"The lowest altitude is 70 meters, or you can open the parachute from jumping out of the cabin... But I still recommend that you cross the Nanbang Strait another day. Now you can measure the wind speed outside the cabin, which has reached 8 to 10 meters per second, meeting the standard of level 5 wind. If you are flying in wing suits and parachute diving now, you are very likely to be blown out of control by strong winds. Not only will you not land in the direction of the South Island Country, but if you land in the sea, the probability of successful rescue will be less than 10%.

After answering Meng Bo's question, the cameraman continued to remind him and clearly explained the consequences.

"Mr. Meng, you have signed a disclaimer contract with Party A. They only promise to provide rescue within a limited range. Once it exceeds their ability, then..."

Liu Jiu also reminded Meng Bo.

But he wanted to say something but stopped, afraid that he would say something unlucky, which would arouse Meng Bo's disgust.

"So what do you think I, Meng Bo, should I go back now? If I guess correctly, the live broadcast of the cloud company has been launched now. I have become a celebrity in Qin Huaguo. Do you think if I return now, will I be criticized by audiences across the country?"

Meng Bo began to wear a flying wing suit on his body and bandaged the parachute, and said at the same time.

"No, no..."

Liu Jiu and the photographer said in unison.

The photographer continued:

"Mr. Meng, the anchor of our company, will explain the situation to the audience and attract the audience to pay attention to the weather conditions in the Nanwan Strait area. I believe they will understand it."

Liu Jiu also said:

"Yes, boss, I know you are a capable person, but... but don't forget that we are now at a height of 1,000 meters, and the sea is below. We are still more than ten miles away from the territory of the South Island Country. If a dangerous situation occurs, the rescue cannot be carried out."

Meng Bo also took out a satellite phone and called a phone number.

"Hey, boss, you won't really jump off the plane, are you?"

The one who answered the phone was Guan Xin.

Before Meng Bo left, he had prepared several satellite phones to prevent the problem of poor communication that might occur when crossing the South Bend Strait.

Meng Bo has no way to access the Internet now, and he cannot see the situation where the cloud company crosses the strait through the Internet, so he called Guan Xin to inquire about the situation.

"Don't mention the boss. The whole country is watching live broadcasts now, but the host mentioned that the weather in Nanwan Strait is not good now, and you may not be able to cross the strait. Someone is starting to be sarcastic. I am also online now and want to help you comfort me, but my fans, in turn, laugh at me, saying that they are afraid that they will hurt my husband, I..."

"Boss, you are so popular now. Because Xinxin has gained popularity, her fans have exceeded three million. By the way, boss, there seems to be a storm in the Nanwan Strait. Don't joke about your life. Even if you lose fans this time, we will increase it back in the future!"

Then, Song Yan's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Don't worry, I, Meng Bo, never do things that I am unsure of, and wait for my good news."

Meng Bo could hear that Guan Xin was really nervous about him and his heart felt a little warm.

"Hey, I know I can't persuade you anyway. Boss must be careful. There are more than 300 million online viewers on the cloud side. You should know that our domestic cloud live broadcast users are only a little over one billion. It's just now. When the popularity is getting higher, in addition to cloud live broadcasts, plus all domestic live broadcast platforms, you should have almost billions of viewers!"

Guan Xin was not very worried about Meng Bo's safety issues, and because Meng Bo was so hot that he almost became white-hot, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

In fact, because of her, Guan Xin became an internet celebrity, Meng Bo’s fame soared. Tianhua Construction Company, which was originally unpopular, had its business volume soared, and more than 30 employees were almost busy.

However, the employees led by Xiao Chang were still busy and were paying close attention to Meng Bo's situation on the South Bend Strait.

Meng Bo ended the call with Guan Xin and turned his head to look at the photographer.

"Brother, I just asked, your company has hyped this matter so much that the whole country knows, and many people on the Internet are sarcastic and are just waiting to see my joke. You said, can I withdraw now?"

Photographer Ma Shan stopped talking.

Anyway, the customer has signed a disclaimer contract with the company, so he will let him go if he is willing to die.

Meng Bo has opened the hatch door and confirmed the location.

The violent wind poured in through the hatch door, making Liu Jiu and the photographer unable to open their eyes.

Meng Bo put the goggles on, then spread his arms, and spread the wings between his armpits and legs, like a big bird or bat that flaps his wings and wants to fly. Then, Meng Bo leans forward and plunges into the sky in the wind.

Under the impact of the strong airflow, Meng Bo, who jumped from the cabin, not only did not fall rapidly, but instead climbed along the airflow for a distance with his wing suit.

In fact, Meng Bo felt a little nervous at the beginning.

After all, this was his first wingsuit flight.

But time is running out. With the system-defined mission deadline, there are less than ten days left. An island in the South Island Country must be taken down as soon as possible and all mission funds will be invested in for the remaining time.

Making money is secondary or even unnecessary. The important thing is to spend all the remaining billions.

In addition, cloud companies hyped this matter without limit, which Meng Bo did not expect in advance.

Facing hundreds of millions of eyes, Meng Bo doesn't want to be timid, and he won't be able to do it once.

Only then did Meng Bo feel that his body and mind seemed to have been released like never before.

The strong wind is like a powerful big hand, rubbing his ears hard, making only the whistling sound of the wind in Meng Bo's world.

The wings of the spreading wings were like kites, supported by the strong wind, floating up and down, getting further and further away from the Gustav A109 he was riding...

The photographer always squatted in the cabin, jumped out of the cabin, and took all the photos of gliding in the air with the help of wind.

Liu Jiu quickly turned around and chased Meng Bo's falling and sliding figure.
Chapter completed!