My own war game

Chapter 407 The Child Who Doesn’t Eat Well
West Coast, San Francisco.

He Chi, wearing a brown jacket and a pair of pointed leather shoes, sat in a special lounge.

"Sir, the flight to Los Angeles International Airport will take off in half an hour. You can board now." The flight attendant wearing a small silk scarf stood in front of He Chi and gave instructions with a smile. There was also a staff member behind her ready to help him with his luggage.

Air travel was not really popular in this era, and traveling by plane was definitely exclusive to the upper class.

The normal ticket price for this domestic flight, which takes less than two hours, is $800, which is a large amount of money that most people cannot afford. However, the first-class ticket that Hong Shuiyin helped He Chi to book cost $2000, which is roughly equivalent to half a year's salary for an average American worker.
The average middle class cannot afford to fly as a means of travel. It can be said that as long as there is a person on the plane, he or she is either rich or noble.

The ticket price is expensive, but the service provided is incomparable to later generations.

The boarding guidance and exclusive baggage service provided by flight attendants are just standard features. The narrow four-row seating situation on the plane does not exist at all, and each customer can enjoy a larger personal space. Not only that, the plane has open flame cooking and even allows drinking.

He Chi refused the waiter's help and pulled the suitcase through the two entrances by himself without any obstruction.

You ask about security check? That doesn't exist. How can ordinary people rummage through the bags of high-ranking officials?

The Boeing 707 on the tarmac was in sight, and He Chi could board the plane by just taking an escalator.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"Sorry, sir, please wait a moment before you pass." A tall white man in a gray suit stood in front, with two people in the same attire behind him.

"What do you mean? I don't think the airport needs any additional inspection." He Chi frowned. Although the other party said sorry, his attitude was very tough.

"Sorry, please wait a moment." The other party did not respond directly, but continued to block the way with a stern face.

He Chi has already started to consider whether or not to fight.

"Dandy, I've told you not to treat other people so rudely. I don't need any special treatment." A beautiful female voice sounded from behind him, and the atmosphere that had just heated up seemed to be extinguished by a stream of clear water.

He Chi turned his head and a beautiful face appeared in front of him, which was both familiar and somewhat strange.

She has an oval face with slender and soft lines, large and bright almond-shaped eyes with a bit of childlike innocence and an indescribable spirituality, and a straight and small nose, like a carefully polished detail in a sculpture.

The dress is mainly black, which is a very difficult color to control, but when she wears it, she looks like an elegant swan.

The tomboy in He Chi's eyes in the past is now a Hollywood superstar - Audrey Hepburn.

"Sir, my bodyguard can be overly nervous sometimes. I apologize if this has caused you any trouble." When she grew up, Hepburn spoke in a way that made people feel like they were in the spring breeze. After shedding her youthfulness, her every frown and smile exuded a unique charm.

"It's okay, Miss Hepburn, but let's board the plane first. You see, the people next to us are watching." Although it was unexpected, this was not a good place to meet each other. He Chi could only give a formal answer and make a gesture of invitation for the time being.

Hepburn turned her head and looked to the side, and sure enough, all the men around her were looking in that direction. It was obvious that someone had recognized the household name.

She playfully covered her mouth with her hand, nodded slightly, and then got on the escalator.

The white bodyguard following behind glanced at He Chi and followed with his luggage.

He Chi looked at the white man with a thoughtful look on his face.

On the plane. "Ms. Audrey, you shouldn't talk to strangers." The bodyguard beside her reminded in a low voice.

"It's just a normal greeting, Dandy, you seem too nervous." Hepburn gently persuaded her bodyguard.

"But Miss Audrey, you are so different, you shouldn't be with someone like that..." At this time, the white man became emotional and even flushed.

"Calm down, Dandy. I'm just an actor who loves performing. I'm not some big shot. Besides, it was just a casual conversation. Maybe we won't meet again after this."

It turned out that Miss Hepburn's judgment was not accurate. Half an hour later, the two met again in the first-class cabin of the plane.

As the first generation of jet airliners, the Boeing 707 has a very comfortable seat design. The entire aircraft can transport about 140 passengers, and the seat spacing is very wide. The first-class cabin in the front is only equipped with six seats, and the remaining space can even accommodate two large dining tables.

When He Chi arrived at the cabin, Hepburn was already sitting in the first class cabin with her white bodyguard.

When the bodyguard saw He Chi also entering the first class cabin, a look of surprise flashed across his face. After all, He Chi's outfit could only be considered neat and tidy, and was far from being wealthy and impressive. Unexpectedly, he was such a capable person that he could easily afford to travel in a first class cabin.

The white man's face turned gloomy.

The girl showed a little surprise on her face, but there was no snobbish look on her face.

"Sir, is it you?" Hepburn's just the right amount of surprise made her sound comfortable.

"Ms. Hepburn, nice to see you again." He Chi greeted her slightly, then sat down in his seat. He did not actively communicate when there were outsiders around.

The two simply greeted each other and then went about their own business.

He Chi began to observe the furnishings around him, fiddling with an unknown gadget in his hand, while Hepburn took out an English book and began to read. He Chi glanced at the name - "Daddy-Long-Legs"

The plane began to climb slowly and a small accident occurred in the cabin.

Hepburn's complexion began to deteriorate, her skin became unusually pale, and cold sweat began to appear on her forehead.

The flight attendant was the first to notice the problem and rushed over to check it out nervously.

"Excuse me, who is the doctor? We have a passenger who is feeling unwell!" The chief flight attendant asked other people in the cabin, but no one answered.

A figure separated the crowd and walked over, reaching out to grab the big star's wrist.

The bodyguard subconsciously stepped forward to stop him, but was actually knocked away by the other party.

"What did you eat this morning?" He Chi asked in a deep voice, his tone like a parent who is worried about his child.

"No, I didn't eat. I'm controlling my diet..."

He Chi frowned, reached out and took out a block-like object from his arms and stuffed it into Hepburn's mouth, then sighed softly, "Why don't you eat well~"

(End of this chapter)