The Great Tycoon Arrives!

Lingxi City Airport. An airbus landed with a roar. About ten minutes later, the plane slowly taxied to its bay. Airport personnel began to chock the wheels, and the jet bridge was extended...

The seats, service, and food in first class were the best on this flight. Those who could afford first class were mostly social elites, celebrities, or business owners.

The flight attendants in first class, all carefully selected, could at least communicate fluently in English. They were all of a high standard in terms of appearance and figure.

The flight attendants were enthusiastic about interacting with first-class passengers, providing them with warm service. If you happened to fall asleep, they would gently drape a blanket over you to prevent you from catching a chill.

If you were handsome and wealthy, it would be easy to attract several fair-skinned and beautiful flight attendants to chat with you. You might even have a chance encounter at a hotel after getting off the plane.

However, there was a unique presence in first class at this moment. He was dressed casually but in Swiss luxury brand clothing. Setting aside the cost of his entire outfit, the Cartier watch on his wrist alone was worth over two million.

Some people drive million-dollar luxury cars, and some people constantly talk about making investments worth millions or tens of millions. But you rarely see someone wearing such an expensive watch, especially a young man in his early twenties.

Handsome? Wealthy? If you were to describe this young man with these two words, it would feel inadequate.

There were no women beside him, yet almost all the flight attendants' gazes would fall on him from time to time. He was such a presence, drawing attention yet no one dared to approach him.

Being a pilot earning a million a year was a profession many envied. At this moment, the co-pilot of this flight did not stay in the cockpit but came to the luxuriously decorated first-class cabin.

Ma Junhao, who became a co-pilot at the age of thirty, was the ideal man for many flight attendants. Standing at 1.82 meters tall, he strode with long legs to the young man and said with a smile, "Brother Yao, how was the flight? I specifically asked the captain to fly smoothly just now. It shouldn't have been too bumpy, right?"

Yao Hongguang continued reading his book, not even looking up at the young co-pilot who was trying to curry favor with him. He simply nodded and said, "It was okay. Big planes are more stable."

First-class passengers began to pack their luggage, preparing to disembark. Ma Junhao raised his hand to stop a flight attendant who was coming to help Yao Hongguang with his luggage. He personally took Yao Hongguang's bag and escorted him off the plane.

After Yao Hongguang got into his private car and left, Ma Junhao was surrounded by flight attendants, all asking him who that person was.

"Actually, I've only met Brother Yao once before, at a party for the wealthy in Paris. To be honest, I wasn't qualified to attend. My uncle has a company there, so I went with him."

"There weren't many Chinese people at that party. Brother Yao received the highest treatment. The host was a famous investment manager from Wall Street. I heard from my uncle that this investment manager handles at least billions."

A flight attendant asked excitedly, "He's that investment manager?"

Ma Junhao shook his head. "No, the investment manager was a foreigner. But even so, the investment manager's attitude towards Brother Yao was very accommodating."

Suddenly, a flight attendant's eyes lit up. "Wow! Does that mean the handsome guy just now is a billionaire?"

Instantly, many regretted not striking up a conversation. Although they often encountered billionaires in first class, most of them were over forty or fifty years old.

Ma Junhao smiled. "Billionaire? You underestimate Brother Yao. Although my uncle doesn't know what business Brother Yao's family is in, there were few Chinese people at that party. I gathered my courage and went to greet Brother Yao, and that's how I got to know him."

"I unintentionally overheard Brother Yao's conversation with the investment manager. The investment manager really wanted funding from Brother Yao, but Brother Yao wasn't very interested in investing."

"The investment manager got a bit anxious. He said he didn't need much, just one hundred million, and that he had a great plan that was guaranteed to make money, hoping Brother Yao would give it a try."

A flight attendant exclaimed, "One hundred million isn't much?"

"Yeah, someone who can casually invest a hundred million must have assets of over a billion!"

Ma Junhao pursed his lips and shook his head, correcting them again. "I'm telling you, you're underestimating Brother Yao. The one hundred million the investment manager mentioned was in US dollars. And judging by the manager's tone, it seemed like Brother Yao taking out a hundred million wasn't a big deal."

Some people quickly did the math and exclaimed in amazement, "Oh my god! One hundred million US dollars, that's almost seven hundred million? Seven hundred million isn't a lot? Then what would be considered a lot..."

Ma Junhao could see the glint of money in the eyes of these flight attendants. He smiled. "Otherwise, do you think I would have been so eager to carry Brother Yao's bag?" He seemed very proud of knowing Yao Hongguang.

After the crowd dispersed, Ma Junhao walked off the plane from the cockpit, pulling his small black suitcase.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gently embraced him from behind. Ma Junhao turned around, and a pleasant fragrance wafted towards him. It turned out a flight attendant had taken the opportunity while no one was around to sneakily embrace him.

Ma Junhao was quite experienced with such situations. While he couldn't compare to those second-generation rich kids or bosses with assets in the hundreds of millions, he had the advantage of youth, and earning a million a year was attractive enough to these women.

There were quite a few women who wanted to secretly get on his good side. He never refused a woman who threw herself at him.

Ma Junhao's hand slid down her waist. He tilted his head and looked down her collar, revealing a tempting view that made his heart flutter. He thought to himself that although this girl's waist wasn't particularly slender, she made up for it with her ample bosom...

As for Yao Hongguang, he was driven away from the airport in his own car. He habitually sat in the back seat, observing the city on the airport expressway through the window.

"Uncle Li, do you know where Shili Street is?"

Uncle Li was Yao Hongguang's private butler and driver, a man in his early fifties. He thought for a moment and replied, "I'm sorry, young master. I haven't been to Lingxi City before, so I'm not familiar with it."

"Alright then! Let's go back to the hotel first. You can check for Shili Street later. There's a small shop called Heavenly Secrets Pavilion there. Let me know when you find the address."

"Understood!" Uncle Li responded.

Yao Hongguang looked out the car window, a look of anticipation appearing on his face.

He enjoyed interesting novels and exploring mysterious realms. Shen Qiong's story felt like a novel, and fortune telling was an unknown and mysterious domain.

He murmured, "Five hundred thousand, what does it matter if I give it to you? I hope it won't disappoint me."

The car drove slowly along the highway. It was a black sedan. Because Yao Hongguang didn't want to be too high-profile, he was traveling in an Audi Q5.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Airport Grand Hotel. Yao Hongguang sat on a sofa at the hotel entrance, crossing his legs and reading a novel.

As for other matters, Uncle Li would handle them, so he didn't need to worry.