Shen Fang lay down and took a nap. He didn't know when it was. When he woke up, he found Liu Tianxian next to him holding a knife and fork and showing off her steak.

"Brother Chen Fang, you're awake."

Liu Tianxian, who was chewing her steak, smiled sweetly when she saw Shen Fang wake up.

"Look at what you're eating, your lips are all greasy." Shen Fang carefully picked up a tissue and wiped Liu Tianxian's lips. Liu Tianxian thoroughly enjoyed their sweet moment together.

He picked up a piece of cut steak with a fork and held it to Shen Fang's mouth.

He opened his mouth and ate the food the celestial being offered. He tasted it; the meat was a bit tough, but the taste was alright. It was pretty good for an airplane meal. Now that he was hungry, he pressed the call button.

They called in a blonde flight attendant.

"Sir, would you like dinner?"

Shen Fang nodded: "What food is available? Is there any steak left?"

The blonde flight attendant smiled and shook her head: "We're out of steak right now. How about I bring you a teriyaki chicken rice bowl? Is that alright?"

"Okay, bring me some."

Soon after, the flight attendant came over with a large plate of food and placed it on Chen Fang's dining table.

Appetizers: potatoes, chickpeas, and vegetable salad.

Fruits: cantaloupe, watermelon, green grapes, and a few small nuts.

The main course was teriyaki chicken rice, which also came with two sauces. There was also a large fried pork cutlet and salmon.

Finally, they also gave us a few cookies, a small box of Häagen-Dazs ice cream, and a glass of orange juice.

"Sir, I hope you enjoy your meal."

The blonde flight attendant winked at Chen Fang, handed him a small note, and then swayed her hips seductively as she walked away.

Liu Qianqian snatched the note from the side and saw that it indeed had a phone number on it. Her face immediately fell.

Shen Fang chuckled and pinched Liu Qianqian's cheek: "Are you angry again?"

"Ugh, how annoying!!! I'm going to file a complaint against her!!!"

Shen Fang smiled and said, "Alright, let's eat. I'm hungry. What did you complain about her for? She just left a phone number, that's all. I'm not going to go there. Eat quickly, or your steak will get cold and won't taste good."

Liu Qianqian stuffed the note into the trash bag. Shen Fang was completely unmoved by this kind of flight attendant seduction. Apparently, American Airlines had "flight prostitutes" who specifically targeted first-class passengers, charging $1000 per encounter, starting in the lavatory—the kind of thing that goes on like a whirlwind. It was practically an "airborne public transport," but it was a matter of mutual consent; they made the money, and you enjoyed it. If you didn't go, they wouldn't bother you. It was a free transaction.

Liu Qianqian pouted and looked at Shen Fang unhappily. Shen Fang chuckled, cut a pork chop, and fed it to Liu Qianqian.

"Okay, try this, it's quite delicious. Don't be angry, or you'll age faster."

Suddenly, Shen Kun from the back row leaned over.

"Fried pork cutlet? Is it dinnertime already?"

Shen Fang nodded: "We're here. If you're hungry, hurry up and order something. There won't be any staple food for the next meal."

Upon hearing this, Shen Kun immediately ordered two servings of fried pork chops, showing them off with gusto. After showing them off, he still felt a bit hungry, so he ordered two more bread rolls, along with a sugary drink. At this moment, Zhang Yimou, Jet Li, and the others had also woken up and started enjoying their dinner.

After dinner.

Chen Fang sat in the chair and swayed his body.

"Wow, my butt hurts from all that work. Senior brother, are you in pain too?"

The old man next door, Zhang Yimou, also stood up and swayed: "I'm a little tired. Traveling by car or plane is quite tiring. You can't lie down for long periods of time, and you can't smoke either. I'm craving a cigarette right now."

It would have been better if Zhang Yimou hadn't mentioned it, because once he did, Shen Fang, Shen Kun, Jet Li, and even Mandy Lieu all felt their cravings for cigarettes were being stirred up.

Man Shen looked at Zhang Yimou with a resentful expression: "Director Zhang, it would have been better if you hadn't said it. Now I'm actually feeling a bit like having a cigarette."

"Go to sleep quickly, you won't think about it when you're asleep. There are still almost 9 hours left, go to sleep, go to sleep."

The flight attendants distributed small blankets to everyone, and everyone drifted off to sleep again.

As soon as Shen Fang closed his eyes, he felt a small hand tickling him. Opening his eyes, he saw Liu Qianqian smiling at him. The two looked at each other, and Shen Fang pinched Liu Qianqian's little nose.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Liu Qianqian blushed and looked at Shen Fang in a soft voice, "Brother Shen Fang, would you like to hold me while I sleep?"

Looking at Liu Qianqian's adorable face, Shen Fang kissed her cheek. Holding her little hand, he closed his eyes.

They traveled in silence and arrived in New York at 10 a.m. the next morning.

As soon as I stepped out of the airport terminal, I saw two groups of people outside holding huge banners with crooked Chinese writing welcoming director Zhang Yimou to the United States.

Zhang Yimou led the way: "Let's go."

The group walked over. Since they were Chinese, they were easy to identify. A bald, middle-aged white man got out of a Lincoln limousine not far away. A wild man who looked like a big bear walked over with a smile, extended his right hand and shook hands with Zhang Yimou.

"Welcome, Zhang."

"Jack Lee, long time no see. You must be Chen. Welcome."

Shen Fang smiled and shook hands: "You must be Mr. Mike, hello. And this is?"

“Harvey Weinstein, Chen, you can call me Old Harvey.”

Shen Fang narrowed his eyes; so it was this person. He smiled at Harvey.

"Your Chinese is good."

Mike smiled and said, "Please get in the car. I've booked rooms for you at the Long Island Hotel in Manhattan. Get some rest first. I've prepared a Michelin three-star dinner for you tonight."

Everyone followed Mike into the car, and 30 minutes later, they arrived at the Long Island Hotel. After settling into their room and putting away their luggage, they found that although the room wasn't the presidential suite, it was still an executive suite, which was quite a show of respect. Shen Fang had specially arranged a presidential suite for them. The reason was simple: Mike knew that Shen Fang was a major investor who had directly poured over 15 million US dollars into the film, which was a huge sum even in the United States, considering that the film's production budget was only 30 million US dollars.

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