Sword Emperor in the city

Chapter 201 Too little? 【First update】

A woman's voice and a man's voice were waiting on each other, the door of the first-class cabin was suddenly opened, and three figures appeared in the eyes of everyone in the first-class cabin.

A middle-aged man with a shiny face and a big belly, a woman in a red dress, and a flight attendant with a dry smile.

The middle-aged man with a big belly looks like a nouveau riche, wearing a finger-thick gold chain, holding a leather bag under his liquid, wearing a big suit, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, and his mouth is full of spittle.

The middle-aged man held the woman in the red dress with one arm, and the purse in the other. The woman in the red dress looked displeased, and her heavily made-up face was full of anger.

"I told you to buy a first-class ticket, but you have to buy an economy class ticket. Are you reluctant to buy two first-class tickets?
Do you still want to learn what other mistresses do? "

The woman in the red skirt said angrily, trying to break away from the middle-aged man's hand on his waist.

While coaxing the woman in the red dress, the middle-aged man said to the stewardess, "Tell me how much, I'll just add it."

Immediately, the middle-aged man took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his purse, and swung them proudly.

The stewardess had a wry smile on her face. She had seen a lot of unreasonable troublemakers on the plane, but she had never seen anyone who had to change seats halfway through the flight.

The stewardess said helplessly: "Sir, you have also seen that it doesn't matter if there are empty seats, but..."

"It's all your fault. I can't do even a little thing well. I'm as incompetent as a bed." The woman in the red skirt was furious, and she broke away from the middle-aged man's hand on her waist and folded her arms.

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed by the woman, but he didn't refute the woman in the red dress, he seemed to love her very much, and said to the flight attendant: "How can I change it.

If I can't sit in the first class today, I will complain to you as soon as I get off the plane. "

The stewardess laughed helplessly and looked at the people in the first class cabin: "If any passenger is willing to change with you, you can solve it privately."

The stewardess is well-informed and knows that people who can afford to sit in first class are people with certain strengths. Of course, she is unwilling to take over this hot potato and let the middle-aged man solve it by himself.

"Say earlier."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, this is much easier, but, who should he change with?

He is not a fool, he naturally understands that the people sitting here are not short of money, just for comfort, who would like to change with him halfway?

However, if he couldn't get a first-class seat, then the mistress he took care of would probably be furious.

He was afraid, he was afraid that if this mistress got angry and told the yellow-faced woman at home about him and herself, it would be a big trouble.

Now I want to abandon this woman but I can't do it. If I don't follow the mistress's wishes, I'm afraid it will be over.

Looking away from the corner of the eye, the middle-aged man couldn't help but his eyes lit up. Aren't there two young people in front of him?
Although people who can sit in the first class are not short of money, but there are also some people who have swollen faces to pretend to be fat.

The two young men in front of them, one wearing a dappled Taoist robe and the other wearing street goods, can tell at a glance that they are not rich people or people who don't know how to live.

If he offered twice the price to exchange with the two of them, the two of them might agree immediately.

Thinking of this, a confident smile appeared on the oily face of the middle-aged man. With his leather bag in his hands and the stack of hundred-yuan bills in his hand, he came to the two of them with his stomach straight.

Liu Feifan and Zhao Mingming were thinking about their biological parents, both of them were annoyed, and they didn't talk to the middle-aged man at all.

The middle-aged man self-righteously threw a stack of hundred-yuan bills on Liu Feifan's lap, and said in a commanding tone: "Boy, this is 1 yuan. How about changing your seat?"

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked down at Liu Feifan and the two of them. He was [-]% sure that the clothes of these two people were incompatible with the first-class cabin, and the boy would definitely get up without hesitation with the money.

Everyone in the first-class cabin also looked over. Which one of these people is dressed in high-end clothes and has a successful career.It was really the first time they saw someone wearing a Taoist robe and sitting in first class.

If they were dressed like a flamingo, then Liu Feifan and the other two were two black crows, they were not in the same class at all.

In the eyes of everyone, the reason why the two of them are sitting here in the first class may be that they have spent all they have in order to get a taste of what it is like to be in the first class.

After getting off the plane, I was afraid that my face would turn green with distress.

Liu Feifan raised his head slightly, glanced at the middle-aged man unhurriedly, and then ignored him.

Middle-aged men look down on the two of them, and they look down on middle-aged men.

I was feeling troubled, so I didn't bother to talk to him.

Liu Feifan didn't say anything, and Zhao Mingming did the same. He looked at the 1 yuan on his lap, and then at the middle-aged man, but also remained silent.

Everyone in the first-class cabin had bright expressions, and they all thought that Liu Feifan and the others thought they were short of money.

The middle-aged man also thinks the same way, 1 yuan is nothing to him, and he is not very willing to let someone sit on his neck and cut him off.

Glancing at his mistress, the middle-aged man shook his head: "Do you think it's too little?"

The two remained silent and did not even look at him.

The expressions on everyone's faces became even more exciting, and those with sharp eyes could tell that Liu Feifan and Liu Feifei didn't dislike the lack of money, but that they didn't want to talk to middle-aged men.

Thinking of this, these people couldn't help being a little surprised. Could it be that Liu Feifan and Liu Feifei are also rich people?

However, the clothes of the two don't look alike. What kind of wealth does a little Taoist priest have?
The middle-aged man saw that his mistress' face was becoming more and more ugly, as if he was saying that he couldn't even handle two yellow-haired boys, and he was a little unconvinced.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man took out several thousand dollars from his bag, threw them on the faces of the two of them, and said, "You don't think so much, do you?
Are these enough?
Starting price? "

The two quit this time, Liu Feifan didn't say anything, but Zhao Mingming stood up without saying anything, picked up the stack of hundred yuan bills, and slapped the middle-aged man in the face.

With a "pop", the bright red hundred-yuan bills flew away like fireworks, scattered everywhere like a goddess scattering flowers.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and the people around him were also stunned. What happened was unexpected.

The middle-aged man came to his senses all of a sudden, his eyes widened and he scolded angrily, "Stinky boy, what do you mean?"

Zhao Mingming still didn't say anything. With a flick of his robe sleeve, he slapped the middle-aged man's face with his backhand. The chubby face was shaken, and the middle-aged man's body was almost thrown to the ground.

"you……"

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Zhao Mingming slapped him again. The slap made the middle-aged man's eyes dim, and he almost couldn't stand up.

Just like that, the middle-aged man had no power to fight back. Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Zhao Mingpeng, who didn't say a word, kept slapping his face at the door before stopping.

(End of this chapter)