On the plane.
Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian were catching up on sleep.
Lu Chengwen looked out at the blue sky and white clouds beyond the window, his expression very ugly.
Ming Disha drank a fruity foreign liquor, looking utterly carefree. "Tsk! Ha—! Good stuff. Hey, Chengwen, you really put effort into the drinks, don't you? This is seriously great! How'd you do it?"
Lu Chengwen looked out the window, his mind weighed down with worries, and only answered calmly, "I'm rich."
"No, I mean, just because you're rich, you can have good liquor to drink whenever you want?"
Lu Chengwen sighed, withdrew his gaze, and looked at Ming Disha. "Because I have two extremely capable personal secretaries. They arrange all my preferences with the people in charge of every industry. The person responsible for supplying drinks has to know what flavors I like, what brands, what vintages, and they also have to know what I like drinking on planes, what I drink when I'm picking up girls, what I drink when I'm spacing out, what I use when I'm hosting guests. As well as the times, places, and cycles when I most often feel like drinking... They provide and adjust the liquor based on all that."
"Damn! You rich people really know how to enjoy yourselves, huh?"
"Martial Uncle, let's talk about something serious. The Jiang Family can't really be finished, can they?"
"They're definitely finished!"
Ming Disha said, "Not even the Heavenly King himself could save them. The situation's too big."
"Have you ever experienced a scene this big?"
"I have."
"How did it end in the end?"
"Well... your master brought Old Man Wu and the others out, and once they stood there, all sides had to stop; or they dragged out some family boss who didn't