Stirring in the Cargo Hold

As soon as Yang Jian boarded the plane, the airline's manager arranged for him to sit in first class.

Of course, it's free.

However, aside from having better seats and fewer people, there wasn't much difference in first class, and it wasn't as enjoyable as I had imagined.

During the wait, several passengers took their seats one after another, both men and women, all dressed smartly and attractively, clearly social elites and successful people. Yang Jian only paid a brief look and then didn't pay much attention, passing the time by reading magazines and playing with the tablet on his seat.

A man in a suit standing nearby, noticing Yang Jian's restless behavior, couldn't help but chuckle and ask, "Is this your first time flying, friend?"

"This is probably the first time, how did you know?" Yang Jian turned his head and glanced at him.

"That's how it is for people who fly for the first time. They're curious, like to look around, touch and play with everything, just for the novelty. But after flying a lot, it's like taking a bus, just like me, I just want to sleep as soon as I get on," the man in the suit said.

Yang Jian nodded and said, "I see. Thank you for reminding me. It seems I should travel to other places more often and take more flights."

Seeing this, the man in the suit said again, "Friend, that's not what I meant. I meant I'm going to sleep. Could you please keep quiet? I don't mind you, but I hope you can respect others, okay?"

"Do people these days like to beat around the bush? I thought you wanted to chat with me."

Yang Jian was taken aback; lacking social experience, he couldn't immediately understand what the man was saying.

The man in the suit smiled, a hint of mockery in his expression.

Yang Jian replied, "But I don't think I've disturbed you by talking. If flipping through a book or tapping on the tablet a few times is affecting your rest, then you should go to the cockpit and ask the pilot to turn off the engine, because the engine is much louder than what I'm making. By the way, speaking of sleeping, I know several very authoritative experts and professors in Dachang City, who are very famous in the country and have a lot of experience in treating insomnia and neurasthenia."

"Hehe."

Several passengers nearby couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.

The young man immediately retaliated; putting everything else aside, he certainly had a strong personality.

The man in the suit immediately turned pale.

In the cabin next door, separated by only a wall, a sexy woman wearing sunglasses leaned over curiously and asked with a smile, "Handsome young man, what do you do for a living?"

Handsome young man?

Hearing this, Yang Jian, who hadn't originally intended to communicate, immediately blurted out, "Me? I didn't do much. I just worked for a rather stingy department, running errands. But luckily, I have a part-time job. Ever heard of the Dachang City? He controls an entire city. People call him 'Brother Leg.' From now on, beautiful lady, if you come to Dachang City and mention my name, it'll be useful no matter what you do."

"No wonder he's so rude. To put it bluntly, he's just a thug who loves to brag. Why don't you just say you're a leader in Dachang City?" The man in the suit shook his head slightly.

Yang Jian looked at him and said, "This boss's words are filled with a strange confidence. I wonder what kind of work he does?"

"I'm just a regional general manager for a well-known company," the man in the suit said.

Yang Jian nodded. "I'm really sorry, I thought you were the boss, but I didn't expect you to be just an employee like me. We're all the same, I really don't know where you get such confidence. But speaking of the leaders in Dachang City, I'm not bragging, but there are things I can handle that they can't."

"So, you've actually made a name for yourself in Dachang City?" The man in the suit seemed somewhat surprised by Yang Jian's words.

This doesn't sound like bragging; either he's genuinely capable, or he's mentally unstable.

"It's just making a living, nothing much," Yang Jian said modestly, waving his hand.

The man in the suit immediately laughed. This was really disrespectful to him. This kind of person might have made a name for himself, but that was all. He was a low-class person with no manners or culture. To communicate with such a person was simply to lower one's own status.

"Speaking of Dachang City, I saw a streamer called Brother Wei on a live stream last time. He's very popular, and he also said he's from Dachang City. Do you know him?" The sexy female passenger next to me suddenly asked with a smile.

Yang Jian turned around and said, "Is Zhang Wei that famous online? I didn't know that, but he's my classmate. Do you think we know each other?"

The sexy female passenger laughed again, "That guy is the son of a billionaire worth tens of billions. He's always doing giveaways on live streams, giving away phones, computers, and the like. The most outrageous time he even gave away a sports car, which made the news. Now everyone in the live stream calls him the rich man's silly son."

Yang Jian's lips twitched. "He really is the landlord's foolish son."

I never expected Zhang Wei to be so crazy online. No wonder he hasn't been playing PUBG or spending money on games lately; he's been doing live streams.

However, despite his extravagant spending, he wasn't beaten to death by Zhang Xiangui.

It seems they are definitely his biological children.

At this moment, the man in the suit said again, "But you're so young, you won't have a future if you start messing around in society. I advise you to spend more time reading books and improving your character. Find a job in a reputable company later. That's much better than anything else. Going down the wrong path will only lead to trouble sooner or later, and you'll be the one who suffers then."

His earnest, didactic tone, seemingly for your own good, actually sounded incredibly grating.

This isn't sincere advice; it's just a way of mocking you.

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly. "People with some education are indeed different; they speak indirectly and veiledly. But if you're going to insult someone, fine, but insulting someone in a polite way makes people very uncomfortable. Do you think I should get angry, or not?"

The man in the suit paused slightly.

"Apologize, and let's just let this matter go." Yang Jian tapped the armrest next to the table and chair, his voice firm and resolute.

The sexy female passenger next to her blinked; she felt that in that instant, the young, handsome man seemed like a completely different person.

Dangerous yet powerful.

It was as if in an instant he had transformed from a young man fresh out of school into a ferocious beast capable of hunting down many lives, sending a chill down one's spine.

"What a unique person," the sexy female passenger thought to herself, secretly startled.

The man in the suit shook his head and smiled at Yang Jian's attitude, ignoring him.

Sure enough, thugs are thugs; they get worked up after just a few words.

It has a lot of presence, but it doesn't scare me.

When Yang Jian saw his attitude of cursing and then ignoring everything else, he immediately frowned and stood up.

The passengers nearby immediately prepared to watch the spectacle.

This man in the suit is a typical example of someone who lacks intelligence but tries to compensate with emotional intelligence. Although he speaks with some tact and knows how to be discreet, who can't understand the insults he's hurling? People aren't stupid.

"Brother Leg, calm down, calm down. It's not worth paying attention to this kind of snobbish person who gets cocky just because he has a little money. I wanted to punch him just now because of what he said. That bastard had such a lecturing tone, it was disgusting. He must be used to bullying others at the company. He hasn't experienced the harsh realities of life, so he doesn't know how to behave outside."

Suddenly, a slightly overweight middle-aged man came up with a smile and stopped Yang Jian.

"Do you know me?" Yang Jian stopped in his tracks and looked at the unfamiliar middle-aged man.

"No, I don't know you. This must be our first meeting. Here's my business card. I hope we can become friends in the future, Brother Leg." The overweight middle-aged man hurriedly pulled out a personal business card and handed it over.

Yang Jian glanced at it. "Wan Delu?"

I looked at the back, but there was no other information.

"What do you do?"

Wan Delu chuckled and said, "I'm in the catering business; Wan De Catering is what I run."

Wan De Catering?

The man in the suit next to him had a slight change in expression. This was a national chain restaurant, and it was already listed on the stock exchange with a market value of tens of billions.

He immediately checked it secretly on his phone.

His eyes narrowed instantly when he saw the information clearly.

Wan Delu is the legal representative, shareholder, chairman, and general manager of Wan De Catering. Following this are some related news stories, such as Wan Delu's donations of a certain amount and allegations of inappropriate relationships with certain celebrities.

"Wan De Catering? Never heard of it," Yang Jian. "I've heard of KFC, though, and I eat there often."

"It's just a minor incident, nothing to mention, nothing to mention," Wan Delu said with a modest smile.

Yang Jian, "We can talk about it later. I have some personal matters to attend to right now."

"Why bother arguing with someone who has no brains? Don't be angry, Brother Leg, sit down, sit down." This Wan Delu acted like a friendly stranger and even tried to mediate.

Yang Jian didn't say much at the moment. After all, you can't hit someone who's smiling at you, and you'd feel bad getting angry when they're being so polite.

The man in the suit standing to the side looked grim, as if he had lost his parents. He was being called a "dog" and a "despicable person" by Wan Delu, and he didn't dare to retaliate. After all, he couldn't afford to offend the CEO of a company worth hundreds of billions.

"What's their relationship? Why would this billionaire CEO stand up for this thug?"

Although I don't quite understand, I have a vague feeling that this guy called "Brother Leg" is not as simple as he seems.

He's definitely not a thug.

Otherwise, Wan Delu wouldn't have been so polite to a petty thug.

Just as an unpleasant incident was unfolding here, the plane had already started moving, although some turbulence was inevitable at the beginning of the flight.

Such bumps and jolting are no problem for the passengers.

But inside the plane's cargo hold, the chilling atmosphere grew increasingly heavy, making the surrounding darkness even deeper.

Inside a suitcase was an unassuming black ceramic jar. As the plane lurched and tilted, the lid of the jar opened completely.

This seemed to be the source of that chilling aura.

However, incredibly, a blurry object slowly emerged from the pottery jar.

"Bang! Bang!"

A moment later, a series of dull thuds came from inside the suitcase, as if something had appeared inside and was trying to struggle out.

Ordinary suitcases obviously cannot withstand such an incredible impact.

Soon.

The suitcase was deformed and cracked open; something seemed to have escaped.

The cargo hold then returned to calm, but the chilling atmosphere gradually seeped into the passenger cabin.