Hearing his own man undermine him, Char fud, his eyes wide with anger.
"Smith, you bastard! Are you doing this on purpose?!"
Seeing his boss fly into a rage, Smith sheepishly shut his mouth and went off to do the pre-flight check.
After a thorough inspection, the group finally boarded the plane. Since Char had already filed a flight plan before their arrival, they only had to wait on the runway for about ten minutes before the jet shot up into the sky.
However, as the plane ascended, all the ground crew at the airport were left gawking. In fact, it wasn’t just the ground crew; nearly everyone who saw the plane was completely dumbfounded.
"Char! What the hell are you doing, you son of a bitch?!?!"
Feeling his body suddenly go vertical, Fang Chenyi couldn’t stop himself from roaring at the cockpit!
’What kind of decision have I made?! Letting a fighter pilot fly my private jet! Wasn’t I just asking for trouble?!’
It turned out that perhaps because he hadn’t touched a plane in a long ti, the mont Char sat in the pilot’s seat, he got overly excited. Unable to restrain himself, he imdiately pulled off an incredibly difficult vertical climb!
And just as he was about to attempt a 360-degree loop, Fang Chenyi’s roar echoed through the cockpit’s intercom. Old Char was instantly jolted back to reality. ’I’m flying the boss’s private jet, not a fighter jet...’
He quickly leveled the plane, then gave a sheepish shrug and picked up the nearby handset to speak apologetically to his boss.
"Oh, sorry, my boss. I got a little carried away. Are you alright?"
’Alright my ass!!’
Fang Chenyi quickly checked to see if Bai nghan was hurt. Seeing that she was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Once the plane had stabilized, Fang Chenyi unbuckled his seatbelt and then helped Bai nghan with hers. Taking her by the hand, he strode toward the cockpit.
BANG!
He shoved the cockpit door open. Fang Chenyi strode inside, and upon seeing that old rascal Char casually stirring a cup of coffee, his anger flared.
He pointed a finger at Char and said irritably,
"Go on, get out. Go prepare your lunch!"
Hearing Fang Chenyi’s words, Old Char instantly forgot about stirring his coffee, a wronged expression appearing on his old face.
"Oh, Boss, I know I was wrong! I promise I’ll fly smoothly this ti! Please don’t make leave the cockpit!"
Seeing the old man’s pitiful expression, Fang Chenyi’s tense face softened slightly, but he didn’t change his tone.
"Alright, cut the useless act. I’m taking over your seat for now. After I take over, nghan will be the co-pilot! That’s that. You can co back when we’re ready to eat. But I’m warning you, if you pull any more of those stunts, you’ll be nothing but a cook for from now on!"
"Oh~ my dear boss, how could you do this to ~ Oh, my dear big plane~ Oh~ I—"
Before he could finish, Fang Chenyi shot him a glare. Seeing this, Old Char quickly shut his mouth. He reluctantly handed control of the plane to the co-pilot, then unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up sheepishly.
After Fang Chenyi sat down and took control of the plane, Smith also stood up reluctantly from the co-pilot’s seat, muttering, "Oh~ It’s all Boss Char’s fault. He just *had* to do a stunt takeoff. Look where that got us~ Sigh~"
Watching the two n leave, Bai nghan beca a little nervous. "Chenyi, uhm, I don’t know how to fly a plane."
Fang Chenyi glanced at the autopilot, which was running smoothly, and reassured Bai nghan.
"It’s fine, don’t worry. No one is born knowing how to fly a plane. If you don’t know how, I’ll teach you. Co on, sit down in the co-pilot’s seat."
Bai nghan wasn’t one to hesitate. Once she made up her mind, she clenched her fists and sat right down in the co-pilot’s seat.
She looked at the instrunt panel before her, with its sea of buttons and levers, and felt a surge of excitent. She never imagined a day would co when she’d get to fly a plane.
"Alright, I’ll walk you through it once. Don’t be overwheld by all these buttons. In practice, you only use a few of them. See this? This is the control stick, and this is..."
It had to be said, Bai nghan truly was a top student. Her ability to learn was simply off the charts. After Fang Chenyi explained everything just once, she had already morized what all the buttons were for.
About ten minutes later, seeing Bai nghan eager to give it a try, Fang Chenyi disengaged the autopilot without a second thought and switched the flight controls to dual-pilot mode.
Char, who was busy in the plane’s galley, suddenly felt the aircraft lurch. With his vast piloting experience, he knew instantly that this wasn’t turbulence.
However, the shaking didn’t last long, only for ten or so seconds before the plane was calm again.
’Oh, what is the boss doing? He isn’t... "exercising," is he?~’
Of course, if Fang Chenyi knew what this old pervert was thinking, he absolutely wouldn’t mind throwing the guy out of the sky.
Ti passed quickly, and when lunchti ca, Char did not get his wish to fly the plane.
This was mainly because Bai nghan, having just learned to fly, was still too excited.
Because it was a small to mid-sized private jet, they had to land three tis to refuel. They finally arrived in Paris in the early hours of the morning.
After flying for more than ten hours, Fang Chenyi and Bai nghan were exhausted.
Gently pushing open the cabin door, he looked out at the still-bright sky. There was nothing to be done about it; there was a six-hour ti difference. It was already the early morning in Beijing, but here it was only six in the evening.
The two didn’t opt to wander around, instead finding a five-star hotel and checking in imdiately.
He woke up to find it was half past twelve in the morning.
Looking at Bai nghan, still sleeping soundly beside him, Fang Chenyi lovingly pulled the blanket up over her.
Then, he quietly slipped out of bed and stood before the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the Parisian nightscape with a wave of emotion.
’Paris! I’m here! I’ve brought my woven bags and trash picker! Haha, I’m dying to see if this foreign junk is as good as the stuff from our Great Huaxia!’
The thought of junk made Fang Chenyi’s hands start to itch. He couldn’t wait to see what kind of good things this foreign junk would reward him with!
[To be continued...]
PS: I keep my promises. It’s 3:05 AM, and Xiao Youzi has finished writing! I’ll continue with the rest tonight!
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