While Zhang Zichen was chatting with this fat man, the plane took off. The first time he took the plane, although he was not sitting by the window and flying at night, Zhang Zichen could not see the appearance of the earth, but he was still very excited.

Zhang Zichen's ignorance made the fat man feel that he was becoming more and more mentally retarded, but the fat man ignored one thing. Zhang Zichen was once the target of more than a dozen of world-class universities, and his mind was definitely not simple.

"Waitress, drink!" After twenty minutes of flight, the fat man was absolutely bored and shouted at a waiter who was over 1.7 meters tall.

The waitress is only 1.7 meters tall, but she is wearing a pair of high heels, so that she looks 1.8 meters tall.

The waitress has a melon-shaped face and a very good figure. In other words, this waitress has a world-class S-shaped devilish figure. Such a waitress is undoubtedly a highlight on the passenger plane.

After hearing the fat man’s call, the waitress came to the fat man with a bottle of red wine.

Although the fat man was fat, he had the same instinct for women as other men, that was to catch up with him. The fat man glanced at the waitress's badge and smiled and said, "Mo Yifei, a good name."

The waitress named Mo Yifei is very familiar with the men's series of approaches, and she also dealt with it in time. Mo Yifei always had a smile on her face, revealing eight snow-white teeth: "Sir, when working, we can only serve the guests, not chat casually."

"Is that?" the fat man immediately smiled fiercely, "I need service now. Do you have a place here? Is there a bed?"

It is rare to say such dirty words if you dare to confess so much. Mo Yifei suddenly blushed: "Sir, our service is limited to pouring wine and buying things for you, and arranging your seats. As for that kind of special service, I believe there are many ways to do it."

"Sir, your wine." In order to make the fat man change the topic, Mo Yifei quickly handed the full wine glass to the fat man. The fat man took the wine and drank it comfortably, while he was still happy that he had teased Mo Yifei just now.

But at this moment, an extremely sharp voice suddenly came: "I understand, this is a rich man."

Mo Yifei, who was standing beside him, couldn't understand Zhang Zichen's words, but the fat man knew very well that although this sentence did not have the element of swearing, the truth was already very obvious.

The fat man gritted his teeth and seemed to hear Zhang Zichen say again: "It turns out that rich people are all vulgar people without any education. If you have money, just like this. It's better not to be rich people!"

This fat man is a person who wants to save face. Now that he is so humiliated by Zhang Zichen, his teeth are so angry that he choked and even the sip of red wine he drank.

The fat man was angry and pointed at Zhang Zichen and said, "You...you are a rustic bun, don't meddle in other people's business!"

Zhang Zichen laughed and said, "You said a lot of things just now. I just replied to you. Can the rich stop the poor from speaking, and the rich can bully the poor, so the poor are not allowed to refute it? If so, what else does the world need to do?"

The fat man was so angry that he was about to hit someone, but found that he was still holding a glass of red wine in his hand, so he decided to splash the red wine with Zhang Zichen.

But the fat man holding the red wine glass stopped again. He said proudly: "This bottle of red wine is a high-end red wine from 1902. It has a history of a hundred years. I don't want to waste it. Today you are lucky. Fat Brother, I will spare you!"

Zhang Zichen smiled bitterly. The style of this rich man is really different, so he could only cater to: "Then thank Fat Brother for his life-saving grace."

The fat man was very helpful to this sentence. He nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the so-called current affairs are heroes and local buns. You must be polite to deal with others in the future, do you know?"

Zhang Zichen once again suspected the fat man’s IQ. From the beginning, Zhang Zichen was very polite, but this person who lacked education seemed to be a fat man?

But now the fat man actually acts like an elder to educate Zhang Zichen to be polite. This is a joke.

The fat man in a good mood drank three glasses of red wine in a row. Mo Yifei then left with the bottle and glass. However, Mo Yifei already understood what had just happened. She knew very well that it was Zhang Zichen who led the fat man's topic and allowed her to be liberated. Otherwise, with this fat man's personality, Mo Yifei would probably suffer some losses today.

So in Mo Yifei's heart, she gradually developed a good impression of Zhang Zichen.

The plane set off for nearly an hour, and the fat man was bored, and finally couldn't help asking: "Grand Bunzi, what's your name?"

At this time, Zhang Zichen was reading a Taoist book. When he heard the fat man ask him, he casually said, "Zhang Zichen, where are you?"

The fat man laughed and said, "My name is Yang Shiqi. I secretly tell you that I am the son of the Fortune 500 Tianmeng Group in the world, and Yang Tianmeng is my father."

Zhang Zichen did not raise his head, but just read books seriously. In fact, if Zhang Zichen listened carefully, he would not know what kind of group Tianmeng Group was, nor who Yang Tianmeng was. Zhang Zichen was not very familiar with these top 500 people in the world since he was a child. When he was a child, Zhang Zichen's dream was to read good books, make a lot of money, and support his master and two senior brothers. When he grew up, now, Zhang Zichen's dream was to become a powerful Taoist priest, just like Yuan Xuanqi and He Huimin, who was very powerful in Taoism.

The fat man Yang Shiqi received a silent answer and was very angry: "Zhang Zichen, what expression do you mean? When you hear that my father is Yang Tianmeng, you should at least express it, be surprised, right?"

Zhang Zichen still ignored Yang Shiqi. This made Yang Shiqi look at Zhang Zichen with a little admiration.

At any time in the past, as long as Yang Shiqi reveals his identity, no matter he is a handsome guy or a beautiful woman, an old man or a child, he will come up to curry favor with him, but it is Zhang Zichen who has no reaction at all. The local bun is indeed a local bun.

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!" Yang Shiqi snorted coldly, then raised his pants and walked slowly to the bathroom.

On the plane, the toilet is located at the link between the first class and second class cabins (just like on the EMU, there will be toilets at the link between the two cars).

Yang Shiqi ran into the bathroom and peed, then walked out with her pants.

When he walked out, Yang Shiqi was bored and passed the time casually, so he looked at the second class cabin.

At this time, the plane had been flying for more than an hour, and most of them had already fallen back on chairs to sleep. Occasionally, a few people read books, but at one of the second-class cabins, Yang Shiqi saw an extremely special person.

This man sat by the window and was a woman, about twenty-seven or eight years old, and looked very fair.

But the woman bowed her head from time to time, not knowing what she was doing.

After Yang Shiqi's careful observation, he finally discovered the truth of the matter. It turned out that this woman kept bowing her head and was biting the man's thigh!

Eat people!

Damn it!

Yang Shiqi was amazed by his discovery, just like a human discovered dinosaurs and Atlantis, which seemed to be a great discovery.
Chapter completed!