One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

A girl with a DSLR camera didn't bother to look up any information; she simply raised the camera and pointed it at Zhang Tianyi.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

In an instant, the entire terminal hall was ablaze with flashes of light.

Ordinary people who don't know anything about the subject mingled with knowledgeable fans of the supernatural.

Everyone had only one thought: no matter who this big shot is, let's just film it!

Amidst the flashing spotlights and the clicking of camera shutters.

Instead of dodging, Zhang Tianyi turned around in a very cooperative manner.

With his hands in his pockets, he faced the camera, his arrogant smile growing increasingly unrestrained.

"Snap—!"

This rare moment of cup-making has been frozen in time forever...

Chapter 321 The Macho Flight Attendant Stuns Everyone

I finally managed to escape the encirclement of those enthusiastic fans in the waiting hall.

The group finally arrived at the helipad via the VIP passage.

A luxurious Gulfstream private jet, painted with the subtle logo of Nadutong, is quietly parked on the runway.

The gangway had been lowered, and the red carpet stretched all the way to everyone's feet.

"Oh my god, we finally escaped."

Zhang Chulan threw the several large bags hanging around his neck onto the ground and leaned against the tires of the boarding vehicle, complaining:

"Master, you're incredibly popular. Just now, an old lady insisted on giving me two pounds of free-range eggs, saying that I should use them to nourish you on your journey."

Feng Xingtong followed behind, his clothes soaked with sweat, but he still had a silly grin on his face:

"Brother Chu Lan, this is nothing. Just now, dozens of girls were slipping notes into my pocket, asking if I could get their WeChat IDs."

Zhang Tianyi walked at the front, casually adjusting the collar of his trench coat.

He adapted to the scene of being surrounded by a large entourage very quickly and enjoyed it immensely.

In his own words: I, the Taoist priest, was born to be revered and worshipped!

"Alright, stop reminiscing here and hurry up and move the stuff upstairs. I'm waiting to go up and have a chilled drink to soothe my throat."

After saying that, he took the lead, stepping onto the red carpet and ascending the gangway.

Zhang Chulan and Feng Xingtong quickly picked up their bags and followed behind, panting heavily.

however.

Just as Zhang Tianyi stepped into the cabin.

"Welcome aboard, God."

A familiar voice came from inside the hatch.

Followed by.

"It's been a long time, welcome aboard, Mr. Tian."

Another rough voice followed.

Zhang Chulan had just stepped into the cabin when he heard these two voices and froze on the spot.

He struggled to lift his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

then.

The two travel bags he was carrying fell onto the carpet in unison.

Following behind were Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and Zhang Lingyu, who always maintained a haughty demeanor.

After seeing the two "gatekeepers" standing at the cabin door, the collective effort to manage facial expressions completely failed.

I just can't hold it in anymore!

All that could be seen was the cabin entrance.

There weren't any flight attendants with fitted uniforms, sweet smiles, or high-pitched voices.

Instead, they were two burly men!

The one on the left has neat short hair and wears glasses.

He was wearing an ill-fitting vest, the kind that flight attendants are supposed to wear!

A snow-white napkin was draped over his left arm, and he held a silver tray in his right hand, on which several steaming wet towels were neatly stacked.

It was none other than Xiao Zizai, the compassionate and merciful temporary worker from East China!

The design of the black tube next to it is even more unbearable to look at.

He was naturally rugged-looking and usually wore a casual jacket.

Today is even worse; not only was I forced to wear a white shirt, but I also had to wear a very flashy red bow tie around my neck!

He had a dark expression on his face and was carrying a barrel full of ice and champagne in one hand.

The way they were acting didn't look like they were there to pour wine at all; it looked more like they were ready to smash a barrel of wine over someone's head at any moment.

Is this a flight attendant?!

These are clearly two terrorists preparing to hijack the plane!

"I rely on..."

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, pointed at the two of them, and asked while suppressing a laugh:

"Pfft... Brother Xiao? Brother Guan?! You two... are you playing the uniform fetish game?"

Black Pipe's eyelids twitched, and he barely suppressed the urge to dump the wine barrel on Zhang Chulan's head, gritting his teeth as he explained:

"It was arranged by Chairman Zhao."

"He said the journey to Japan would be treacherous, and he was worried that the service personnel outside might be unreliable and there was a risk of leaks. He insisted that we also act as logistics and security personnel on the plane."

The man with the black tube tugged at the tight red bow tie around his neck, his face full of frustration:

"I protested, but Chairman Zhao said it was a key item for the year-end performance evaluation. There was nothing I could do."

Compared to Hei Guan'er's irritability, Xiao Zizai seemed quite calm and even enjoying himself.

He handed the tray forward:

"My goodness, please wipe your hands first. This towel has been boiled in boiling water three times, it's absolutely sterile."

"We have top-grade Wagyu beef that was just flown in from the cabin kitchen. Once takeoff is stable, I'll personally slice it for you."

Looking at the "warm hospitality" of these two temporary workers.

Zhang Tianyi's eyes lit up.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhang Tianyi naturally picked up a hot towel from Xiao Zizai's tray and wiped his hands.

"Excellent, truly excellent!"

Zhang Tianyi tossed the towel back onto the tray, strode into the cabin, and leaned back on the largest, most luxurious sofa.

With his legs crossed, his face was full of comfort.

"That fat Zhao has finally figured out a bit about how to conduct himself in society!"

Zhang Tianyi nodded with great satisfaction:

"When traveling, bringing along a few trusted acquaintances who are both capable in combat and good at odd jobs is the ultimate way to make a business trip."

He waved to Xiao Zizai:

"Xiao Xiao, don't just stand there. Go get me a drink, with ice."

"Also, tell the captain that we can take off. There are no outsiders on this plane, so tell them to hurry up and stop dawdling."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Xiao Zizai smiled and bowed slightly, carrying the tray, and walked gracefully towards the kitchen area.

Seeing that their second master was accepting of the two "macho flight attendants," Zhang Chulan and the others also found seats and sat down.

Zhang Lingyu chose a single seat by the window.

He put away his luggage, his back still straight, his hands on his knees, looking serious as if he were ready to enter meditation at any moment.

Representing the Celestial Master's Mansion in this battle, he was under immense pressure, his mind filled with deducing various formidable enemies and tactics he might encounter.

I was lost in thought.

"Snapped."

A peanut landed squarely on his forehead.

Zhang Lingyu was taken aback and turned around.

Zhang Tianyi was leaning back on the sofa, tossing a few peanuts in his hand, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Lingyu, aren't you tired of always sitting like that?"

Zhang Tianyi tossed another peanut over, which Zhang Lingyu caught this time.

“We’re going to a competition, not to the execution ground. The way you look so bitter and resentful, anyone who didn’t know better would think you’re going to be a suicide squad.”

"Second Uncle..."

Zhang Lingyu lowered his head, his tone very serious:

"This trip to Japan will bring together elites from all over the world, and we are sure to face a tough battle. I dare not slack off in the slightest, for fear of tarnishing the reputation of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

"What a load of rubbish about reputation."

Zhang Tianyi chuckled, pointed to Chen Duo who was intently looking out the window, and then pointed to Zhang Chulan who was fighting with Feng Xingtong for potato chips.

"Look at those guys. That's what young people should be like."