Though River City's tender charms were intoxicating, a man's journey ultimately lay among the stars and the sea—or, more specifically, in Magic City's glittering ten-mile foreign concession.
After bidding a reluctant farewell to Li Xingya and soothing the harem, who were studying "new fashion trends" with Zhou Jialu and Liu Chenyang at Ascott, Su Bai finally set off for Shanghai.
He did not choose a private jet.
Though he could easily afford to rent one with his current wealth, there was no need. System cashback was great, but for routine travel, the points and membership perks of a first-class commercial flight could be quite interesting too.
Besides, Su Bai had never actually flown first class before. He had to try it at least once.
This was something that appeared in plenty of works depicting the lives of mega-rich people. When he was young, Su Bai had imagined whether, if he ever became rich, he would get to experience the joy of first class.
Unexpectedly, he really could experience that joy now. It was just that the way he had gotten rich was quite different from what he had imagined as a child.
Su Bai had booked that famous China Eastern flight known as the "Sky Lounge."
More than ten thousand meters above the ground.
With 150 points in physique, Su Bai felt none of the fatigue ordinary people experienced when flying.
He reclined comfortably in the spacious lie-flat seat, holding a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice that the flight attendant had just brought him.
It had to be said that 100 points of looks had indiscriminate killing power.
The purser in charge of first-class service usually smiled at those balding business uncles too, but that was just a professional smile. Yet today, when facing Su Bai, the sweetness in