The beautiful flight attendant nicknamed the Oiran was playing out scenes of a love TV series in her heart. The handsome man and the weasel in the cabin looked at each other and smiled.
"Brother, you also went to Nanjiang. Judging from your accent, you shouldn't be from there."
Weasels rarely take the initiative to talk to a strange male.
But the handsome man in front of me seemed to exude a strange charm, and his movements, words and deeds made people feel very comfortable.
"Well, I just came back from abroad and went to Nanjiang to do some errands."
The handsome man responded with a smile. When he spoke, his tone was always gentle and calm, and the corners of his lips always raised a smile that made people feel particularly comfortable.
When speaking, the eyes always look at the other person gently. In fact, even if this type of person does not have a good skin, it does not prevent him from being a popular person no matter where he is.
"What do you call brothers?"
Weasel asked enthusiastically.
The handsome man smiled lightly and said, "In the direction of the steering wheel."
Weasel laughed and said, "This is a good example, steering wheel, haha, my surname is Huang, you can just call me Rongruo, Nalan Rongruo's Rongruo."
"Haha, brother Rong Ruo's name is poetic and picturesque, not bad."
"Hi, actually this is my pen name. I picked it up casually. Mainly because I like some classical literature and ancient poetry. By the way, Brother Xiang, do you usually do research in this area?"
"I don't want to do research. I occasionally flip through a few pages when I have free time, just to pass the time. Haha, it's far worse than Brother Rong Ruo."
"Hey, Brother Xiang, I'm being too modest. In fact, literature is something that can be profound if you say it is profound, but it is also very simple if you say it is simple. It's just a personal hobby."
The two of them just started chatting with each other.
The weasel was dancing and spitting, and he said at least 80% of the words in the conversation between the two.
The handsome man smiled throughout the whole process, with soft eyes, and patiently listened to the weasel's talk, occasionally matching two sentences just right.
This is probably the most enjoyable chat the weasel has ever had in his entire life.
Although many people would look serious and interested when he was talking, Weasel could see that they all acted that way on purpose because of their status.
There are also some people, such as Zhou Ahu, Long Xiaoman, etc., every time he talks eloquently, they either laugh without caring about their face, or when they are not in such a beautiful mood, they will even slander him.
But the handsome man I met today was different from everyone else. It gave the impression that he was really interested in what he was talking about.
Nor will they be like those people who flatter themselves, who just keep making silly jokes to themselves, but can't get a word in, making them look like they are doing stand-up comedy.
This journey was particularly pleasant for the weasel.
But the happy time is always short, and a few hours pass before you know it.
After the plane landed, Weasel was still unsatisfied, and enthusiastically expressed his intention to treat the handsome man to a meal, and the two of them could continue to discuss classical literature.
The handsome man said he still had things to do and declined politely.
At this time, a thick and strong man walked towards me in a hurry. Because he was walking too fast, he accidentally bumped into the handsome man.
"Isn't your mother blind?"
The burly man cursed angrily at the handsome man.
The weasel stepped forward, pointed at the burly man and said angrily, "Fuck you, you're tired of living, aren't you?"
When the burly man saw it was a weasel, he broke into a cold sweat and said quickly, "I'm sorry, I didn't see it was you, Brother Huang, I didn't mean to..."
"Fuck, apologize!"
Weasel stretched out his hand and stroked his slicked-off hair.
The strong man quickly said to the handsome man, "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were Brother Huang's friend. Please forgive me if you have enough. I won't dare to do it again in the future."
In the eyes of ordinary people in Nanjiang, Weasel is even more famous than Zhou Ahu and Long Xiaoman.
Previously, due to some reasons, it was not convenient for Long Xiaoman and Zhou Ahu to surface directly, so they pushed Weasel to the surface.
As a result, ordinary people who did not know what was going on believed that the weasels were the underground masters of Nanjiang.
The weasel here can be said to be powerful and powerful.
"Be careful next time. Don't walk so fast. You might fall down easily."
The handsome man still had a soft smile on his face, as if he would never be angry.
"Thank you, brother, thank you, brother!"
The burly man thanked him profusely and fled in a hurry.
Weasel acted like an elder guiding a younger one, and sighed at the handsome man, "You, you don't have the right temperament when you go out. You are too soft and can easily be bullied."
"But you don't look like a person who understands the dangers of the world. This is my business card. Keep it. If you encounter anything in Nanjiang, mention my name. My name is Weasel."
Weasel took out a business card and handed it over.
Of course, the title on the business card cannot be directly written as the gangster leader, but the president of the Nanjiang Ancient Poems, Classical Literature and Traditional Literature and Foreign Literature Research Association: Weasel, and in brackets: the pen name Huang Rongruo.
"Okay, thank you."
The handsome man smiled and took the business card with both hands politely. He still had that soft smile on his face and his eyes were calm and gentle.
There was neither joy nor surprise nor admiration, which made the weasel feel a little disappointed.
After all, everyone likes to be admired or admired by someone they are interested in.
After the two separated, the handsome man took out his phone and walked towards the outside of the airport while making a call.
When passing by a trash can, the handsome man threw the business card with a particularly long title into it.
"No, the rules cannot be broken. Since it is a capital crime, it must be killed. No one can plead for mercy."
"If you can break the rules casually just because of your seniority and hard work, wouldn't it be chaos?"
"Gong is merit, fault is fault. Merits and faults cannot be offset. This matter has been settled. If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you don't need to ask me for instructions. Just leave it to the execution hall to handle it according to the rules!"
"Besides, those old fools in Eastern Europe are so smart. We must never compromise on principled things..."
A handsome man is standing outside the airport exit and talking on the phone.
"I'll avoid them all!"
At this time, a man's voice shouting loudly suddenly came from the front, and the crowd suddenly became commotion, and the crowd screamed and fled in all directions.
But it was a man with a sharp knife and a fierce physique who charged forward while waving the knife to disperse the crowd.
Behind him were several patrolmen chasing him. Because the crowd was too dense, they did not dare to shoot easily.
Not all of the passing passengers were rats without a sense of justice. There were also some who wanted to rush forward and block this fierce man.
But they had just witnessed how tough this man was. When seven or eight police officers rushed to arrest him, the man knocked down several people with flying fists and kicks, and then pulled out a sharp knife and stabbed two more.
At first glance, he looks like a skilled practitioner. If he rushes forward easily now, not only will he not be able to stop the opponent, but he will also risk his life if he fails to do so.