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The plane accelerated on the runway and roared into the sky.

Once the cabin reaches cruising altitude, the curtain separating business class and first class is drawn.

Xu Qing pushed the food cart and went to Chen Mo's side first.

She bent slightly, her collar creating a small curve, and said in a gentle voice, "Mr. Chen, we've prepared a special Blue Mountain coffee for you today, served at a perfect temperature. Also, this is a cashmere blanket specially prepared for you; it's chilly in the cabin, so please drape it over your lap."

Not only that, she also carefully adjusted the small table on Chen Mo's chair.

Sitting next to him, Zhang Ming twitched the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes.

Xu Qing then took out a folded piece of paper.

"Mr. Chen, I've added another version to the business jet information you asked me to compile last time."

She lowered her voice.

"We've added the actual reputation of several domestic management companies, as well as details on crew configuration and confidentiality agreements."

Chen Mo picked up the paper and glanced at it.

The content is very clear and there is no unnecessary information.

Each item is followed by a note.

There are also some pitfalls with several agency companies.

Chen Mo finished reading and nodded.

"Well done."

Xu Qing's eyes lit up immediately.

She tried to maintain a professional smile, but she couldn't quite suppress it.

"I'm glad you find it useful."

"If we proceed with the procurement process, I will have someone connect with you."

Xu Qing's fingertips tightened slightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

Zhang Ming, sitting next to him, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"A private jet?"

Chen Mo put the paper away.

"Let me know."

Zhang Ming looked at him, "Want to get to know him?"

What a rich scoundrel!

I've worked hard and diligently for years without ever thinking about buying a private jet, while this kid is so young. It's really frustrating to compare yourself to others.

On the other side of the front cabin, a man in his forties had already glanced over several times.

His surname is Meng, and he started his business in coal transportation in western province.

My mood was already bad on this trip back to the provincial capital.

He had to change his ticket at the last minute, and only a first-class aisle seat was left, not his usual window seat.

After boarding, he asked Xu Qing to bring him a newspaper twice, but she had other flight attendants deliver it each time.

But when she got to Chen Mo's place, she personally poured water and served coffee, and even spoke in a low voice, practically pressing her body against him.

That smile was completely different from the one she gave him.

The slight discomfort in Boss Meng's heart slowly crept up.

He hates this kind of thing the most.

A young man, just because he's good-looking and dressed well, has flight attendants fawning over him.

The plane quickly entered cruising mode, and the first-class cabin returned to quiet.

When Xu Qing passed by again, Boss Meng pressed the call button.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

Xu Qing stopped beside him, her smile impeccable.

"coffee."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Xu Qing turned and went to the food preparation room.

Shortly after, she returned with the coffee.

Just as she walked to Boss Meng's seat, the plane suddenly swayed slightly.

It wasn't particularly intense.

Xu Qing paused for a moment, just as she was about to put the coffee on the table.

Suddenly, Boss Meng reached out his hand.

It was as if I had accidentally bumped into the edge of the tray.

The tray tilted to one side.

Half a cup of coffee was spilled directly onto the front of his light-colored suit jacket.

Xu Qing's face turned pale instantly.

"Sir, I'm sorry!"

She immediately grabbed a tissue to wipe it.

But Boss Meng suddenly slapped her hand away.

"Don't touch it!"

The voice suddenly rose in pitch.

Several passengers in first class looked over.

Zhang Ming also stopped typing.

Chen Mo raised his head.

Boss Meng looked down at the coffee stain on his chest, his face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

How do you provide service?

Xu Qing bowed and apologized.

"I'm so sorry, the plane was a bit bumpy just now. I'll take care of it for you right away."

"Bumpy?"

Boss Meng sneered.

"Do you think I've never been on a plane before?"

He pointed to his suit.

Do you know how much this costs?

Xu Qing's lips moved slightly.

"Sir, we will follow company procedures..."

"process?"

Boss Meng's voice grew even colder.

"This is a custom-made Zegna piece, worth over ten thousand yuan. You think you can just fob me off with a single procedure?"

Xu Qing's face turned even paler.

Over 100,000.

She might not even be able to come up with 10,000 yuan in her account right now.

My bonus was deducted a few days ago, and now my family is calling again asking for money.

She tried to steady her breathing.

"Sir, I'm so sorry. Please change your clothes first, and I'll contact the floor cleaning service and the company's customer service for you..."

"Shampoo and conditioner?"

Boss Meng tugged at his shirt, which was soaked with coffee.

"Can I still wear these clothes?"

Another flight attendant nearby quickly came over to help.

"Sir, please calm down. Our crew will definitely..."

"Your flight crew?"

Boss Meng looked up at Xu Qing, his eyes filled with blatant malice.

"Didn't she seem quite attentive while serving others?"

Xu Qing stiffened; those words were even more unpleasant than losing money.

The first-class cabin fell silent.

Chen Mo put down his coffee cup.

Zhang Ming asked in a low voice, "Should we interfere?"

What do you think?

Chen Mo reached out and took the laptop bag that Zhang Ming had placed at his feet.

Zhang Ming was taken aback.

"Hey, my bag..."

Chen Mo opened the zipper, and inside, besides the computer and documents, there was a stack of cash.

People like Zhang Ming are used to carrying some cash when traveling for business.

Not too much, not too little, just enough.

Chen Mo pulled out two stacks and weighed them in his hand.

"Twenty thousand?"

Zhang Ming's lips twitched.

"You're quite impolite."

"I'll return it to you later."

"You're not being sincere at all when you say that."

Chen Mo got up and walked to Boss Meng's seat.

When Xu Qing saw him coming, her eyes reddened slightly, and she quickly lowered her head.

"Mr. Chen, about this matter..."

Chen Mo didn't look at her, but instead placed 20,000 yuan in cash on Boss Meng's table.

"Send the clothes to be washed."

Boss Meng looked up at him.

Who are you?

"I'm her friend, 20,000 is enough for you to handle it first."

Boss Meng looked at the cash on the table and laughed in anger.

"Twenty thousand?"

He picked up a wad of cash and patted it in his hand.

"Young man, do you know how much this shirt costs?"

Chen Mo looked at him.

"Know."

"Did you know you'd take out 20,000?"

"Because that's all it's worth."

Boss Meng's face darkened.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Mo pointed to the coffee stains on his chest.

"Zegna ready-to-wear clothing costs less than 30,000 RMB in domestic department stores."

"Adjusting the cuffs or shoulder width is not called custom-made."

Zhang Ming, sitting next to him, almost burst out laughing.

Boss Meng's face immediately turned ugly.

He didn't expect this young man to actually know.

Xu Qing was also stunned.

Chen Mo continued, "And when the plane was bumping just now, your hand touched the tray."

Boss Meng's expression changed slightly.

"There were eyewitnesses in first class, and the flight crew also kept records. If you really want to investigate, you can check the surveillance footage after landing and write an incident report."

"But I have things to do today and don't want to waste time."

He glanced at the money on the table.

"Take it, or investigate it slowly once you're there."

Mr. Meng held the stack of cash in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly.

He stared at Chen Mo for a few seconds.

This young man is so calm, unlike the average rich kid.

Those who can afford to fly first class are not fools.

Boss Meng suddenly realized that he might have stepped on the wrong person.

Silence fell over the cabin.

A few seconds later, Boss Meng gritted his teeth and swallowed his pride.

He grabbed the 20,000 yuan from the table and sneered, "I'm just unlucky today!"

After saying that, he tore off a tissue to wipe his clothes, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

The tense atmosphere in first class finally began to dissipate.

Another flight attendant quickly brought wet wipes and a spare blanket, and whispered to comfort Boss Meng.

Boss Meng's face was still grim, but he didn't retaliate further.

Xu Qing stood there, still holding a tissue in her hand.

Chen Mo turned around and returned to his seat.

Zhang Ming watched him sit down and immediately reached out his hand.

"money."

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair.

"Mr. Zhang, is it in such a hurry?"

"nonsense."

Zhang Ming pushed up his glasses.

"You took my money to play the hero and now you're trying to renege on your debt?"

"Douyin Angel Wheel, I'll let you give up a little."

Zhang Ming's hand stopped in mid-air.

Two seconds later, he silently withdrew his hand.

"I actually have 20,000 yuan in my bag."

Chen Mo smiled and ignored him.

Xu Qing took a deep breath, walked to Chen Mo's side, and bent down.

"Mr. Chen, thank you."

Chen Mo looked up at her.

Xu Qing's eyes were still red, as if afraid of losing her composure. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"I will return these 20,000 yuan to you."

Chen Mo did not answer immediately.

He looked at her.

Although Xu Qing's makeup was exquisite, Chen Mo could tell that she was putting on a brave face.

Some people appear more glamorous on the outside, but their lives are actually more stressful.

Family of origin, workplace harassment, money, dignity, and resentment.

When these things are mixed together, it can be overwhelming.

Chen Mo felt a pang of pity.

Moreover, the information she provided about private jets was indeed well-thought-out.

"The money will be deducted from your report fee."

Chen Mo spoke up.

Xu Qing's eyes gradually brightened.

"You mean...?"

"You don't think I made you do it for free, do you?" Chen Mo said. "I'll transfer a reward to you later, and the 20,000 will be deducted in advance."

Xu Qing's nose suddenly felt a little sore, and she quickly lowered her head.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

Chen Mo nodded.

"Let's deal with the rest first."

"it is good."

When Xu Qing turned around, her steps were much lighter.

But as she walked to the door of the food preparation room, she couldn't help but look back one last time.

Outside the window, clouds slowly spread out beneath the wings.

The plane continued flying towards the western province.