The plane had stabilized, and a flight attendant came out, pulled back the curtain, and looked at Lu Feng, saying, "Good afternoon, sir. We can now order meals on our plane. Here is the menu!"
Lu Feng straightened his seat, flipped through the menu, and seeing the prices listed, asked, "Is this chargeable?"
"Pfft!" The person next door laughed, holding up the menu, and said, "You say you have hundreds of millions of dollars and it's no big deal for you, so how come you can't afford a dish that costs a hundred or two hundred dollars?"
Lu Feng was a little unhappy. He closed the menu, turned his head to the side and said, "Did I talk to you?"
"I didn't even speak to you. If you can't afford it, then don't sit. What are you pretending for if you don't have money? Do you really think that just because you brag a little, some girl will throw herself at you? Look in the mirror and see if you look like a rich person." She said shrewishly.
"You don't look like a celebrity. You eat your food, and I'll talk about whatever I want," Lu Feng said irritably.
"What business is it of yours what I say? I can say whatever I want. You just want to chat me up, right? I ignored you, and that's how you act. Heh, I've seen plenty of poor men like you." She closed the menu, turned around, and glared at Lu Feng, shouting.
"Where the hell do you get your confidence? With your looks, tell me, are you an actor or a singer? Does anyone here even know?" Lu Feng said irritably.
"Dude, stop arguing. A good man doesn't fight with a woman. Let's order!" someone in the back row said unhappily.
"Sir, please order!" the flight attendant said, somewhat helplessly.
"My name is Li Jiayi. Remember that. Watch more TV in the future." After saying that, Li Jiayi crossed her legs, opened the menu, and started muttering, "What bad luck! Is it wrong to be good-looking? These scumbags are dirt poor, yet they still want to date me!"
Lu Feng had never been so angry before. There are all kinds of people in the world. Feng Zhiyao next to him was also furious, his face turning ashen, as if they were two suitors who couldn't get what they wanted.
Lu Feng casually ordered two or three dishes and two bowls of rice. He returned the menu to the flight attendant, while Li Jiayi, who was next to him, took the menu and said, "The watermelon juice should be freshly squeezed, and the seeds should be removed when juicing. The steak should be medium-rare, I want Dutch Wagyu beef, and the foie gras shouldn't be too greasy. Also, give me a Michelin-starred dessert."
"Would you like a main course?" the flight attendant asked.
"Do I look like someone who eats staple food? That's for pigs, isn't it?" she said, glancing at Lu Feng before pulling the curtain shut.
Lu Feng leaned back in his chair, his head throbbing with anger. He said in a low voice, "I really want to develop a technology that would prevent a certain person's face from appearing on my television screen."
After finishing his meal, Lu Feng drew the curtains, lay down, and watched the TV series in front of him. Through the small window, he could see the sun slowly setting.
"Dear passengers, the plane is about to land in magnificent Dubai. Welcome aboard..."
Lu Feng fastened his seatbelt. As the plane landed, the sun was already setting outside. Flight attendants came out and took turns assisting business class passengers as they disembarked.
Jessica ran over, knelt down to help Li Jiayi change into her high heels, put on her sunglasses, stood up and instructed, "Be smart, don't let any disgusting men get close to me."
Jessica turned her head and looked at Lu Feng and Feng Zhiyao with a wary gaze.
"Don't worry about me at all. I'm the one who's afraid you'll cling to me and start throwing yourself at me when you see I have money," Lu Feng said, standing up in an annoyed tone.
"Oh, do you really think I've never seen a rich person before? You're really good at putting on airs, what a country bumpkin." She glanced back at Lu Feng, then strode forward, muttering, "President Zhao has plenty of money. It's laughable that someone like you wants to act like a tycoon in front of me."
Lu Feng followed her off the plane. In the VIP passage, the two walked one after the other, but they didn't exchange another word. A hotel car was already waiting outside the airport.
A bearded man in a white robe with a cloth over his head greeted Lu Feng with a standard smile and spoke in fluent Chinese, "You must be President Lu?"
"Yes, it's me!"
“I am your butler at the Waldorf Astoria seven-star hotel, distinguished guest. Please get in the car,” he said, standing at the car door.
The car was a Mercedes-Benz van. Lu Feng and Feng Zhiyao got in, and then the door closed automatically.
Inside another van, Li Jiayi, holding a mobile phone, smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, I've arrived. The journey was fine, except for that annoying guy who was trying to act like a big shot. Is this the Waldorf Astoria seven-star hotel? I'm already in the car."
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