Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Yang Che threw away his cigar and rushed toward the woman who was taking her luggage from the trunk of the taxi.

Wu Shixian asked in confusion: Do you know him?

Then he saw the woman's face clearly and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She was both aloof and gentle, and he felt that "graceful and charming" was embodied in this woman. She looked to be 25 or 35 years old.

Yang Che thought so too, since they had been through thick and thin together. Of course, he went up to her not because she was pretty, but because...

"Hello Ms. Liu, here, let me help you."

As Yang Che spoke, he helped her take her suitcase down.

"Uh, no, no, thank you. Do you know me?"

In a foreign land, facing a fellow Chinese man whose age was hard to guess, Ms. Liu felt a little nervous.

Yang Che spoke frankly: "I've seen your dance videos, especially the Xiang Lady in Chu Yun. I remember it vividly. I just saw you and thought I'd take the liberty of coming over to say hello."

That's right, it's Liu Xiaoli.

She was bare-faced, without any makeup, her hair was long and flowing with a center parting, and she had some natural curls. She wore a navy blue short wool coat, a gray turtleneck sweater underneath, black straight-leg jeans, and black ankle boots. Her posture was upright and her temperament was elegant. She was indeed a professional dancer.

However, she was still a little flustered and had no desire to chat: "Oh, I see. Um, I have to catch my flight, thank you."

Yang Che was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded, watching the person enter the terminal.

At this moment, Wu Shixian walked over with his suitcase: "It's a pity about that Montecristo, it cost one hundred and fifty dollars."

Yang Che really wanted to strangle him.

It's really frustrating. A few days ago in Park City, he approached Laura Linney and asked for her phone number, which she gave him.

The next evening, Yang Che called her. The call went through, but she said, "Yang, I'm sorry I can't have dinner with you, I'm going back to Los Angeles..."

Laura Linney, who played Truman's wife in "The Truman Show," starred in an art film called "You Can Trust Me," which premiered at this year's Sundance and was very well received.

"Don't have such dirty thoughts. That's a dancer who won the Five-One Project Award."

Wu Shixian suddenly realized, "No wonder she has such a great figure. How old is she? She's not young anymore, is she? What's her name? What's she doing in New York?"

Yang Che really didn't want to talk to him: "All I know is that her name is Liu Xiaoli, she's around 40 years old, and she's a dancer in Jiangcheng. I know nothing else about her."

"You're so big already, I can't believe it."

Yang Che didn't say anything more. He decided to send Laura a text message later, inviting her to dinner again. If she refused again, it would mean that exotic charm couldn't compete with the allure of fame and fortune.

Just as many people say that the United States lacks social skills, it is actually not qualified to expect people to have social skills.

It would indeed take a while, after all, Wu Shixian was still by his side. Although this was a secret matter and he didn't know about it, it still made him feel uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, Liu Xiaoli was too wary and wouldn't even give him a chance to ask for her phone number.

After passing through security and entering the VIP lounge, following Yang Che, we naturally entered first class.

The two of them each ordered three steak burgers, as well as some fried chicken legs and fish pieces, since Yang Che was going to fly for 5 and a half hours and Wu Shixian was going to fly for 4 and a half hours.

We arrived at our destination at 7 p.m., well... there's a 3-hour time difference between Los Angeles and New York, so it was actually 10 p.m. in New York.

The two stopped talking about Liu Xiaoli and instead discussed the story of the female driver.

Basically, it became Yang Che talking and Wu Shixian listening.

"Holy crap, have you really heard that somewhere before? Wait... I'm a little confused. Did I hear it somewhere and forget it? No, wait, Gong Beibi..."

"You really believe that? No, do you have some misunderstanding about me? Do you think it's difficult for me to complete such a small story?"

Wu Shixian opened his mouth: "Yes, you are my brother Che."

"..."

The two then parted ways outside the lounge, one heading east and the other west towards their respective boarding gates.

I could see the long line from afar, and there were quite a few Asian faces, which is typical of California.

However, Yang Che doesn't need to queue. In China, even first class passengers have to queue, but abroad, having special privileges and not using them is considered stupid, and everyone will call you an idiot, including those in the queue.

Yang Che held his head high and strode towards the fast lane. He didn't feel a single jealous look from anyone who resented the rich. They were either indifferent or envious, even though he was Asian.

However, he noticed a pair of surprised eyes out of the corner of his eye, turned his head and smiled, "We meet again, Ms. Liu."

Liu Xiaoli nodded: "Hello."

Yang Che smiled, didn't linger, and boarded the plane first.

A sentence inexplicably popped into my mind: "If you do not take what Heaven has given you, you will surely suffer the consequences."

Delta's flight attendants are clearly not as good as American Airlines', and of course, their planes are not as good either. Their first-class seats are not as good either, and they are not the 1-1-1 individual seats like American Airlines, but rather 2-1-2.

The woman serving Yang Che was a black girl. If you looked closely, she was actually quite pretty, especially her legs, which were incredibly shapely and long... Damn it, ptooey, after holding it in for so long, even a sow looks good to me.

After accepting the red wine from the woman, Yang Che asked, "Hello, are there any seats available in first class? I have a friend in economy class, and I'd like to upgrade her."

The black woman smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, sir."

Yes, so Yang Che gave the black woman an extra $600 and then asked the elderly Mediterranean man sitting next to him to give up his seat.

"Sir, thank you very much for your help."

The old man smiled very politely: "Love will find a way."

Yang Che raised an eyebrow. Love will find a way out? Well, that's probably just another idiom.

In short, Liu Xiaoli had just sat down in economy class when she saw a Black flight attendant walk by...

Upon hearing the word "friend," Liu Xiaoli guessed it was the fellow villager she had met twice. Just as she was about to refuse, she saw a woman with hips five feet wide walking towards her...

So Liu Xiaoli went to first class and encountered an old white man who was part of the central government's hairdressing team. He gave her a lewd smile and she quickened her pace to Yang Che's seat.

She still seemed flustered, and said quickly, "Thank you, I didn't expect there were still seats available in first class. How much is it? I'll pay you when I get off the plane."

Yang Che paused, then smiled and said, "600 US dollars. I've admired you for a long time; we're practically colleagues."

Upon hearing the amount of money, Liu Xiaoli inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, and her demeanor became more natural: "And you are?"

Yang Che extended his hand: "Yang Che is a screenwriter who has invested in some films and television dramas and also writes some songs."

Liu Xiaoli shook his hand: "Oh, I see. I'm sorry, I don't usually watch TV dramas."