The arrogant young manager laughed so hard he could barely straighten his back.
The people around him laughed along.
"He's so scared he won't even tell us his salary."
"Fine, let's say it's in the suburbs of Magic City. A small villa costs three to five million, so your total annual income is around five hundred thousand at most. Not bad, buddy, really not bad.
"Sure, you're getting old, you don't have many working years left, and there's no room for promotion, but buying a villa in the suburbs before retirement is pretty good.
"But at your level, you'd better stay out of this, okay? If your company finds out you're stirring up trouble and fires you, you won't even have anywhere to cry. You might not be able to find another job!
"Piss me off, and all I have to do is have a word with your boss. You'll be finished too. There's still time to apologize."
The man in the suit gave the wildly laughing, contemptuous man a very strange look. "When did I say it was in the suburbs of Magic City?"
"Huh? Don't tell me it's out in the countryside? That would be even less impressive, okay?"
"Houses in the suburbs of Magic City don't interest me. I meant a detached villa in downtown Magic City."
Those words stunned everyone on the plane.
The flight attendants, Liu Yu's group, and the young manager all froze for a moment.
The middle-aged man leisurely tidied his hair, then slowly took his business card out of his pocket. With its gold lettering, it looked very high-end at first glance.
"Terribly sorry. I'm the Asia Regional CEO of a certain not-so-well-known company ranked among the world's top hundred. I'm just a wage earner, sure, but even a nobody has dreams.