On the first Wednesday of February, a white plane landed at the Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.
On the plane, a kind old man spoke to a handsome young man.
"Academician Lu, please go ahead."
"Oh, no, no, you go first."
Lu Zhou thought of the security at the airport and panicked.
No, not exactly panic.
He just wasn't good at dealing with politicians.
The old man looked at Lu Zhou and smiled.
"No, you go first, the people at the airport are waiting for us."
Seeing how the old man insisted, Lu Zhou had no choice but to walk forward.
Lu Zhou only asked Director Li to help him buy a plane ticket, maybe get him on a diplomatic plane.
He didn't expect Director Li to arrange for him to be on this flight.
This old man was none other than the Chinese president, the person he frequently exchanged emails with.