"What's going on with your plane? Why hasn't it taken off for so long?"
"It's just light rain outside, right? It's not pouring rain, so why the delay?"
"Rainy weather generally does not affect the normal takeoff of the aircraft. As long as there is no thunder and lightning, it can take off under the premise of ensuring safety. What are you doing?"
He Qiuqiu reluctantly began to explain to calm the emotions of these passengers.
"Precipitation generally does not affect the takeoff and landing of aircraft. What affects the takeoff and landing of aircraft is often the influence of clouds and wind in the sky. Although light rain is small, it will form airflow in the air and form fog. The fog will affect the landing of aircraft.
The control of the aircraft and unstable airflow will also affect everyone's safety."
"If you encounter dark clouds, it will be more serious. That is, the clouds with the highest electric charge will have an impact on the flight safety of our aircraft."
"And now because the visibility is too low, the progress of flights in and out has slowed down, so our queue time will also be extended. There are still many flights in front that have not taken off, so we can only queue back."
What He Qiuqiu said was well-founded and well-organized.
It completely changed her past impatient attitude towards tourists.
It seemed that because Bo Xingzhi was on the plane, her entire performance improved to a whole new level.
Ning Jie was stunned by her performance.
This He Qiuqiu always wants to act like a young lady, and if he encounters a difficult passenger, he will just replace him with someone else.
She avoided it herself, or simply caused quarrels with the passengers.
She received the most complaints.
Ruan Su had no reaction. She had been reading a magazine. Song Yan sat next to her and looked out the window from time to time.
He looked at the gloomy sky outside and frowned, "It's been raining for so long and it's still raining."
Ruan Su turned over another page of the magazine and said calmly, "The main air flow in England comes from the Atlantic Ocean in the northwest. The warm ocean current releases a lot of moisture into the air. When the moisture meets the cold air, it will form rain, so
London loves rain."
The misty rain casts a layer of mystery in the Sherlock Holmes era in London. Many streets in London are difficult to see at a glance and are usually curved, giving you a sense of winding paths.
But for the passengers who were anxiously waiting to take off at this time, they did not have the time to appreciate this annoying drizzle.
A middle-aged man yelled very rudely, "When will the flight take off? I have millions of dollars in business to negotiate. Can you afford to pay for the delay in my business negotiation?"
Ruan Su glanced at him, his eyes cold.
The middle-aged man wore a leopard print shirt, a large gold chain around his neck, and a blue and black tattoo on the back of his exposed hand.
At first glance, he seems to be a social person, not easy to mess with, not easy to mess with.
It's just that I didn't sit there with a cigarette in my mouth and yelled.
Ning Jie walked over with a smile on her face, "Sir, I'm sorry, we don't know when we will take off at the moment. Please be patient and understand. Everything is for your safety."
"You fart!" the middle-aged man cursed and swore, "How awesome are you? Aren't you just an airline? Be careful, I will buy your company."
Ning Jie's face suddenly turned blue and white, but her good professionalism still allowed her to hold back her anger and patiently explained with a stiff smile, "Sir, our Southern Star Airlines has always put customers first..."
Before she finished speaking, the middle-aged man stood up directly. He stood up very quickly and roughly. As he stood up, the coffee on the small table in front of him was violently overturned, and it was hot and black.
Brown liquid splashed onto Ning Jie's face and arms.
Not only that, the surrounding passengers were not spared either.
They were all more or less splashed with coffee stains.
Suddenly the cabin became a mess.
"Are you sick? You got it all over my clothes!"
"What are you doing? You burned my ears!"
"It's all up my pant legs!"
"My face too! So disgusting!"
Several passengers near the middle-aged man stood up and started making noises.
The situation inside the cabin began to get out of control. Everyone was already in a bad mood, and now it's like this again.
Ning Jie was a little confused, and He Qiuqiu and several other flight attendants were also confused, and they began to comfort the passengers one after another.
But these passengers are now on the verge of emotional collapse. Each one is more irritable than the other. Some are arguing with Ning Jie and others, and some are arguing with middle-aged men.
"Getting off the plane, what are you doing trapping us here?"
"I want to go down!"
"Compensation, you soiled all our clothes, you compensate us! Aren't you talking about a million-dollar business?"
"You are so rich, you can compensate us."
Just when the chaos was breaking out, He Qiuqiu stumbled to the cockpit, "Captain Bo, Captain Bo, it's bad, there's a commotion in the business class!"
Ning Jie was so angry that she couldn't help but get angry at these troublesome passengers, "Wang Nian, clean the floor. Can all passengers please stop making noise? Can you be quiet for a while?"
She really couldn't bear it.
Just then, there was a loud bang!
Everyone who was noisy immediately looked towards the source of the sound in shock.
I saw that the small table in front of the middle-aged man with the big gold chain was forcibly broken off by a beautiful and eye-catching woman with her bare hands.
"If you want to become this small tabletop, just keep arguing and making trouble."
Ruan Su smiled brightly and touchingly.
She shook the broken small table board in her hand, which was particularly dazzling.
Everyone stared at her in shock and dumbfounded.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that such a slender and beautiful woman could break a small table with her bare hands!
this……
Isn't this too scary?
Ruan Su threw the small table in front of the middle-aged man, "Compensate for the losses of all passengers whose clothes you spilled, and apologize to the steward."
The middle-aged man's face turned pale, and he was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, "Okay, okay, I'll pay the compensation right away."
He quickly took out the red banknotes from his briefcase and began to pay equal compensation one by one.
After finishing, he looked at Ning Jie's arms that were burned red by coffee and the soiled stewardess uniform, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. It's my fault. This is compensation..."
He grabbed a handful of banknotes and was about to stuff them into Ning Jie's hand. Ning Jie took two steps back and said, "I accept the apology, but I won't take the money."
The middle-aged man looked at Ruan Su awkwardly, as if waiting for Ruan Su to speak.
However, Ruan Su ignored him and glanced at the other passengers with cold eyes, "And you, the flight delay is for everyone's safety, and it is not deliberately delaying everyone's time for no reason. So... don't make trouble again,
Understand?"
The passengers suddenly became as quiet as chickens.
No one dared to say anything anymore.
In the face of absolute force, no one dares to make a mistake.
However, after the atmosphere calmed down for a while, a young man pointed to the small table and said, "This small table...who will pay for it?"
The middle-aged man quickly said, "I will compensate, I will compensate. How can I let the heroine compensate? I will compensate, the cause is me."
Ruan Su raised his eyebrows and gave him a knowing look.
At this moment, a tall man wearing a captain's uniform walked out of the cockpit. His cold voice said, "Hello, passengers. I am Bo Xingzhi, the captain of this flight. We will contact the tower as soon as possible.
Arrange for takeoff. Plane delays are our responsibility, but no one can control weather changes."
He paused and spoke again, "All the passengers who made trouble just now will be blacklisted by China Southern Airlines and will be severely punished."
Passengers who make trouble like this will happen again after the first time.
As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked again.
"He is the president of Southern Star Airlines..."
"He said he would block us."
The middle-aged man's face was even more ugly, "Bo, Captain Bo, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken the lead in making trouble. Everyone is doing it because of me..."
Bo Xingzhi glanced at him with cold eyes, "Sorry, it's too late."
He opened his long and powerful legs and walked straight to Ruan Su. He stretched out his big palm and gently took Ruan Su's soft little hand. Looking at the red marks on her hand, he said distressedly, "Does it hurt?"
He suddenly felt that just blocking these troublemaking passengers would be too advantageous for them.
It actually made her hands so red!
Ruan Su shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a small table."
Everyone was shocked again when they saw Bo Xingzhi's doting look.
Even those who didn't know Ruan Su had to start guessing her identity at this time.
Suddenly someone called out, "She is Ruan Su!"
The elderly may not know it, but the young people all know it.
Everyone began to get excited, especially since 80% of these passengers were from the H Empire, and Ruan Su's fame was obvious to everyone.
The middle-aged man didn't know who Ruan Su was. He usually didn't pay attention to these internet celebrities or celebrities.
He was even more frightened. Who on earth had he offended?
He quietly asked the young passenger next to him, "Is this heroine famous?"
"That's not true!" The young passenger immediately began to give him popular science. "Do you know the script "Idol Loves to Pick Up Trash"? She wrote the script, and she is the producer. Do you know the "Grand Prix Glalie"? She is a performer.
Guest, do you know about the International Piano Competition? She is a judge!..."
"Oh, the most important thing is that she is the boss lady of China Southern Airlines and the wife of Captain Bo."
"I heard that he is also a good friend of the 100-year-old pharmaceutical president."
The middle-aged man's vision went dark, and he wished he could explode on the spot.
He had a mournful look on his face, but he almost didn't cry, "Miss Ruan, I'm sorry, Captain Bo, I'm sorry...I will definitely change my ways in the future and never make trouble without reason again."
He can't afford it!
In the eyes of these people, his big one-million contract is probably a scumbag!
I like Mrs. Bo and her waistcoat was stripped off again today.