Joining Sichuan Airlines starts with rescuing the captain of a powerful country

Chapter 391 It’s the 21st century, why are there still people suffering from rickets?

The weather in Bangalore is pretty good today.

Overcast to cloudy.

So at exactly nine o'clock in the morning local time, the plane took off on time.

Unlike Sichuan Airlines flights between China and India, Cathay Pacific's routes do not fly over the Himalayas or the Hump Route.

Instead, it first flies over the Indian Ocean, and then crosses half of the Indian Ocean to reach Southeast Asia.

Then fly from Southeast Asia to Sing Tao Island.

The flight distance is about 5 kilometers and it will take at least hours to arrive.

In other words.

Lu Qingzhou and his friends would have to endure in the "pigsty" for at least five hours.

Half past eleven.

The plane has been flying over the Indian Ocean for nearly two hours and is about to arrive in Southeast Asian airspace.

Zhao Yingying stretched lazily.

Take off the blindfold.

Seeing Lu Qingzhou reading a book with great interest, she couldn't help but lean over and ask, "What are you reading?"

"The Three-Body Problem is a pretty good science fiction novel." Lu Qingzhou raised his head. "Are you awake?"

"Well, where are we?" Zhao Yingying asked again.

Lu Qingzhou glanced at the time on his wrist watch before answering, "We should be almost in Southeast Asia. In another two and a half hours we will be able to reach Xingdao."

"Ah," Zhao Yingying was shocked, "I thought I slept for a long time, but I only slept for two hours."

"Oh, there are still more than two hours left. How should I kill the time?"

Lu Qingzhou smiled and said, "It's only more than two hours. It's quick."

"Huh?" Her eyes suddenly rolled around, and she said, "It's almost twelve o'clock. Is it time for lunch?"

"It should be soon, but I suggest you don't get your hopes up, because not every airline is Sichuan Airlines."

"what?"

"Just don't have too high hopes for Cathay Pacific's in-flight meals."

"Oh, well. I'm not too hungry."

Zhao Yingying looked helpless.

She saw that Lu Qingzhou had buried his head in the book again and didn't want to disturb him anymore.

So I can only find things to do to pass the time.

Fortunately, she was sitting right next to the porthole.

So Zhao Yingying gently pulled up the sun visor a little bit and moved to the porthole to look at the scenery outside.

Lu Qingzhou ignored her.

I continued to read the novel.

But within a few minutes.

A stewardess came hurriedly over.

She first went to the back row of Lu Qingzhou and others and communicated with them in English.

Then he left with a smile on his face.

Then he came to Lu Qingzhou and others.

He reached out and patted Zhao Yingying, and said in a genuine British accent, "Ma'am, please don't open the sun visor at will, Your behavior has affected other passengers."

Zhao Yingying was startled.

Lift your eyes.

He looked at each other somewhat bewilderedly.

The stewardess still had a stern face.

Although her words were not an accusation, her tone was cold and impolite.

"Ms. An airplane is a public place, not your living room"

“Gosh, If you can't understand English, why go abroad?”

The stewardess hadn't finished her words yet.

There was already a burst of laughter coming from the back row.

Zhao Yingying became even more embarrassed.

He looked at Lu Qingzhou helplessly.

Lu Qingzhou closed the book and glanced at the back row, where he found a few white people sitting.

These white guys were laughing recklessly, as if they were watching a farce. Liang Dong was also woken up.

He didn't hear exactly what the flight attendant said, but the laughter of the white people behind him made him very unhappy.

So Liang Dong simply stood up and looked at the white-skinned people coldly.

These white people saw this.

Although his face still had an expression of watching a show, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Lu Qingzhou withdrew his gaze.

He looked up at the stewardess.

The flight attendant was going to continue to "scold" Zhao Yingying to please the white people behind her.

But when she saw Lu Qingzhou's cold eyes, she finally felt a little scared.

The words came to his lips, but he quickly swallowed them back.

At this moment.

Zhao Yingying finally reacted and said quickly, "Oh, oh, okay, okay, I'll pull it down right away."

"Wait." Lu Qingzhou reached out and held down Zhao Yingying.

I looked up at the flight attendant and asked, "My friend only opened the sun visor less than 5 centimeters. Which passenger did he affect? ​​Don't we have the right to open the sun visor in our seats?"

The stewardess pretended to be confused.

He spread his hands and said, "Excuse me, Can you speak English?"

Lu Qingzhou asked back, "Can you speak Chinese?"

The stewardess looked proud and said, "No."

Lu Qingzhou turned his head and laughed at Liang Dong and Zhao Yingying, "Haha, some idiots can't speak their native language, but they are not ashamed of it, but proud of it."

The stewardess's face turned green with anger.

“I can speak English”

“But I’m used to speaking French.”

"No, no one can't speak Spanish, right?"

"Allora che cosa ha indossato? (What is she pretending to be?)"

Lu Qingzhou continued to look up at the stewardess and said coldly, "I not only speak English, I also speak French, Spanish, Italian, German, etc."

"But I am still proud of my mother tongue, unlike some traitors who want to peel off their skin."

"You are right. Airplanes are indeed public places. My companion's opening of the sun visor may indeed disturb the passengers behind him."

"But you cannot please your master by insulting your 'compatriots'."

"He who humiliates others will always be humiliated."

"It's the 21st century, how come there are still people suffering from osteomalacia?"

The stewardess was so speechless after being scolded by Lu Qingzhou.

Stand still.

His face was blue and purple.

It was obvious that he was extremely angry.

But she couldn't do anything and couldn't say anything.

Lu Qingzhou was too lazy to pay attention to her at this time.

But stand up.

He turned to look at the white guys and said coldly in English, "Fuck, if anyone laughs at my friend again, I will beat him so hard that he won't even recognize his mother."

The smiles of the white guys stopped immediately.

Then he looked at Lu Qingzhou with an innocent face.

As if to say: What? You guys are fighting among yourselves, what the hell is it to us?
Lu Qingzhou opened his mouth.

what you want to say.

But I couldn't say anything.

I just felt a blockage in my heart.

indeed.

These white people were just watching a farce and laughing louder.

It's really none of their business.

Is it wrong to laugh louder?

(End of this chapter)