Bonnie found it amusing to listen to them, though she felt a faint pang of disappointment. It reminded her of a Xiaohua: Great Chu and Britain had once both been among the world's leading powers.
Supposedly, the reason they had fallen out and spent two or three centuries competing across the globe was that Britain kept talking about British Deportment and comparing it to Great Chu Attire. Great Chu had taken offense and given Britain a thorough beating...
Of course, now that Great Chu's civilization shone across the world, British Deportment and the British Gentleman, once all the rage, had long since become bywords for a joke!
Still, the joke had survived to this day. The British, whose country had sunk to second-tier status with no foreseeable chance of recovering, certainly would not find it funny...
Even Bonnie had to admit that Britain, with its seemingly brief history, lacked a little depth beside Great Chu when it came to culture, etiquette, and bearing!
Tang Changsheng and Fang Weizong were chatting amiably. Tang Changsheng did not much care for socializing, but Fang Weizong was learned, elegant, and witty in conversation, making it hard to tire of him.
Just then, Tang Changsheng abruptly fell silent and looked out the airplane window. A large passenger jet roared past alarmingly close, seemingly no more than a few dozen meters away.
It appeared to be the same as the plane Tang Changsheng was aboard: one of the world's finest large passenger jets, the latest Kunpeng Bingding model made by Great Chu's Kunpeng Corporation.
Anyone with a little common sense would know something was wrong. The sky might be vast, but planes could not fly wherever they pleased. There were designated air routes.
A few dozen meters might sound far, but for two passenger jets it