While resting in the VIP lounge, Wang Jiwang, bored, took out his cleaver and began to sharpen it. As a赊刀人 (shē dāo rén), it was normal for Wang Jiwang to carry various knives with him at all times. Others had long grown accustomed to it and paid no mind.
Just then, two more people entered the VIP lounge, which had previously only contained Yan Shouyi and his group. The man, adorned with gold and silver, appeared to be in his thirties but maintained a roguish demeanor. The woman was dressed seductively, her makeup so heavy that the powder could have been rolled into several steamed buns. The pair, with the air of nouveau riche, surveyed their surroundings with arrogance as soon as they entered.
When the man noticed Old Jin, who was slouching and eating snacks, he let out a scornful snort, as if mocking Old Jin for being an uncultured bumpkin, greedy for even these free snacks. Old Jin, having lived a life of such clarity, had seen all sorts of people and paid no attention to the nouveau riche couple, continuing to eat his snacks.
After a few steps, as Weng Qianxiang and Long Feicheng sat with poor posture, the woman couldn't help but cover her nose and say, "Did we come to the wrong place? Is this the VIP lounge?" The attending flight attendant quickly stepped forward to explain, "You two are in the right place, this is indeed the VIP lounge."
"Then why does it smell so poor and shabby? Who are these people? Do they belong in the VIP lounge?" the woman asked with disdain. Hearing this, Long Feicheng looked up and glared at the woman. Startled, the woman pointed at Long Feicheng and said, "You, you, you, what are you glaring at?" Long Feicheng smiled, "Don't misunderstand, I'd rather look at the flight attendant a couple more times than look at you." Long Feicheng had whistled at the flight attendant earlier, and now he was openly flirting. The flight attendant couldn't help but cast a coy glance at him.
However, Long Feicheng's words angered the nouveau riche man, who said furiously, "What did you say, you pauper?" Just as Long Feicheng was about to retort, Weng Qianxiang stopped him, "Brother Long, it's better to avoid trouble." "Fine, I'll give you face. And stop calling me Brother Long," Long Feicheng said indignantly. Everyone was initially enjoying the flight together, but their moods were ruined by the newly arrived nouveau riche. Now, being forced to share the same space, Long Feicheng was somewhat displeased. Especially the condescending glares of the nouveau riche couple, which Long Feicheng had encountered too often in the past, causing him to become so angry.
However, while Long Feicheng could tolerate it, the nouveau riche couple couldn't let it go. The man first noticed the beautiful Lin Zitong, his eyes fixated on her. Compared to Lin Zitong, the woman beside him was nothing but dog shit. The man's interest in his own companion instantly halved. He then thought about how such a beauty like Lin Zitong was mixed with this bunch of misfits, making him even more unbalanced. He had to find an excuse to make trouble for them!
The man then noticed Wang Jiwang sharpening his knife and shouted loudly, "Security! Security!" The security guard rushed over and asked, "Sir, what happened?" "How did that kid bring a knife into the airport? What kind of security checks do you have! Get your supervisor over here!" the man yelled. The security guard took a closer look and recognized Yan Shouyi's group, letting out a sigh of relief. He waved his hand, "It's fine, this is legal. We'll go back to our posts if there's nothing else." The security guard left, leaving the man stunned. How could such a large cleaver be legal? If it wasn't sharpened, it might be understandable, but this person was sharpening it on the spot!
The man, unable to swallow his pride, grabbed the flight attendant beside him and said, "You're not going to do anything about this?" "I'm very sorry, sir, but we really can't do anything about this," the flight attendant quickly explained. "Why can't you do anything? I want to complain about you!" the man shouted. The woman also stood by, hands on her hips like a shrew, "Looking at them, they clearly aren't rich, yet they're mingling in the VIP lounge. They're dirtying the air I breathe." "Exactly, we bought first-class tickets, how can we be in the same room with these paupers?"
The flight attendant, cornered by the aggressive couple, could only explain, "Esteemed guests, they are indeed not first-class passengers..." The man sneered, "That's right, hurry up and kick them out!" But the next moment, the flight attendant said, "They are passengers on a private jet. Because it's a private jet, the passengers' own knives can be brought on board. We truly cannot manage this."
The couple froze. Private... jet? The man asked foolishly, "What did you say?" The flight attendant said helplessly, "They are private jet travelers." They weren't first-class passengers, but private jet travelers! The man's face felt a burning sensation. He had bought two first-class tickets, only to come and act superior in front of someone who owned a private jet. No wonder they hadn't bothered to acknowledge him at first; they simply didn't put him in their eyes!
The woman also felt her face had lost all color, but she gritted her teeth, determined to save face, "Private... what's so great about a private jet? Our family's plane is just being sent for maintenance..." The man, however, could no longer maintain his pretense. He pulled the woman and said, "I suddenly remembered I forgot to pick up some luggage. Let's go, let's go back and get it." Fortunately, the woman was sensible enough to know that showing off could have its limits, and she followed the man's lead, shamefully fleeing the VIP lounge.
Watching the two retreat in disarray, Yan Shouyi shook his head helplessly. The flight attendant approached Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong, bowed, and apologized, "My apologies, distinguished guests, for allowing your travel experience to be affected." Lin Zitong had been reading a magazine the whole time and hadn't paid any attention to the disruptive couple. Her mood remained the same, calm and unfazed. She waved her hand, indicating she didn't mind. The flight attendant, relieved, retreated outside the VIP room and closed the door.
Yan Shouyi chuckled, "You little brat, you're increasingly developing the demeanor of a leader." "It's all thanks to the sect leader of Lu Jing forcing me..." Lin Zitong said dejectedly. "He always says a sect leader needs presence, and now I unconsciously display that kind of aura." "There's nothing wrong with that. The Lu Shan Sect needs a sect leader like you." "Hmph, you're just sweet-talking!" Lin Zitong put a candy into Yan Shouyi's mouth.
Long Feicheng, standing beside them, silently popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "Please, stop showing off. We single dogs really can't take it anymore." The atmosphere in the VIP lounge returned to its previous cheerfulness.
Not long after, a familiar voice pushed open the door of the VIP lounge. Old Butler Ye Chengfu of the Lin family, standing outside the door, smiled and said, "Miss, son-in-law, the plane is ready. We'll be boarding now."