The plane threaded through the clouds like a giant wild goose beginning its migration. Qin Fen and the others passed the time in the cabin, but their first long-haul flight felt especially dull and tedious.
Song Shaoqing was bored. Qin Fen did not seem to have much to say, which made him lose quite a bit of interest. He really wanted to see what the clothes Big Chef had made were like.
Fu Qiang, however, had plenty to talk about. He shifted in his seat and carefully leaned closer to Qin Fen. "Have you considered the matter I brought up last time?"
"What matter?" Qin Fen was a little confused. Had he agreed to something?
"Publishing a book!" Fu Qiang looked a little awkward. So he had forgotten. What the hell did he do all day?
"Publishing a book? You mean that?" Qin Fen remembered.
"That's the one. Authorize my company, and I'll help you promote it. The price is negotiable. It doesn't matter even if I lose money. Just give me a case of liquor and ten pounds of tea, and I'll forget everything," Fu Qiang said casually. Right, he did not care about that little bit of money.
"In your dreams." Qin Fen curled his lip.
As the two chatted idly, Wei Tianlong perked up. Ever since Female Hooligan had toyed with him earlier, he had been in a bad mood. Seeing the girl sitting beside Chef Qin, clearly with him, made him even more displeased.
Men all had an unconscious flaw: they loved showing off. Of course, that was not absolute; there were plenty of low-key men too. But there had to be a prerequisite—pretty girls around, or everyone present being acquaintances. Now, the timing, location, and company were all perfect. Wei Tianlong was certainly no exception.