1022: C1022 Air Stewardess Kui

C1022 Air Stewardess Kui

The beautiful stewardess nicknamed Hua Kui was playing love TV series in her heart, and the handsome man and weasel in the cabin looked at each other and smiled.

"Bro, you're also going to Nanjiang. Judging from your accent, you shouldn't be from there."

The weasel rarely took the initiative to talk to an unfamiliar man.

However, the handsome man in front of him seemed to exude a strange charm. His gestures and actions made people feel very comfortable.

"Yeah, I just came back from overseas. I need to go to Nanjiang to do something."

The handsome man responded with a smile. When he spoke, his tone was always gentle and steady, and his lips always had a very comfortable smile.

When he spoke, his eyes were always gentle as he looked at the other party. Even if this type of person didn't have that kind of good skin, it didn't prevent him from being a popular person no matter where he was.

"Brother, how should I address you?"

The weasel asked passionately.

The handsome man smiled and said, "Direction, steering the steering wheel."

The weasel laughed and said, "This is a good example. The steering wheel. Haha, my surname is Huang. Just call me Rong Ruo, Nalan Rong Ruo Rong Ruo."

"Haha, Brother Rong Ruo's name is poetic and artistic. Not bad, not bad."

"Hai, actually, this is my pen name. I randomly picked it up. The main thing is that I prefer some ancient literature and poems. Oh right, Brother Chao, do you usually do research in this area?"

"I don't deserve to study it. When I'm free, I occasionally flip a few pages to pass the time. Haha, compared to Brother Junruo, it's still far from enough."

"Ha, Brother Chao is too humble. Actually, literature is a matter. It's profound and profound, but it's also very simple to say it's simple. It's just a personal hobby."

The two of them began to chat like this.

The weasel waved its arms and legs, saliva flying everywhere. At least 80% of what the two of them said was said by him.

The handsome man had a smile on his face the entire time. His gaze was gentle, and he patiently listened to the weasel talk. Occasionally, he would fit in with the weasel's words perfectly.

This was probably the most carefree conversation the weasel had ever had in his life.

Although many people would have serious and excited expressions when he talked, the weasel could tell that they were all deliberately acting like this because of their status and status.

There were also some people, such as Zhou Ahhu and Loong Xiaomann, who would either laugh loudly without caring about their face or scold him when they were not in a good mood.

However, the handsome man he met today was different from everyone else. He gave people the feeling that he was really interested in what he said.

He would not be like those people who flattered him. They would only laugh at him foolishly but would not be able to interject. It was as if he was doing a one-versus-one crosstalk.

This journey was especially enjoyable for the weasel.

However, happy times were always very short. Without realizing it, a few hours had passed.

After the plane landed, the weasel was still unsatisfied. It enthusiastically expressed that it wanted to treat the handsome man to a meal, and the two of them continued to discuss ancient literature.

The handsome man expressed that he still had something to do, and tactfully refused.

At this moment, a brawny man rushed over. Because he was in a rush, he accidentally bumped into the handsome man.

"F * ck you! Are you blind!?"

The burly man angrily cursed at the handsome man.

The weasel took a step forward and pointed at the burly man and angrily said, "F * ck you! Are you tired of living!?"

When the burly man saw that it was the weasel, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't see it was you, Brother Huang, I didn't do it on purpose..."

"F * ck, apologize to someone!"

The weasel stretched out his hand to stroke his hair-combed hair that was so oily that it split apart.

The brawny man hurriedly said to the handsome man, "Big brother, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were Brother Huang's friend. Please be magnanimous and let me off this time. I won't dare to do it again."

In the eyes of the ordinary people in Nanjiang, the name of the weasel was even greater than Zhou Ahhu and Loong Xiaomann.

Previously, because of some reasons, Loong Xiaomann and Zhou Ahhu could not directly surface, so they pushed the weasel onto the surface.

In the end, the ordinary people who did not know what was happening all thought that the weasel was the underground ruler of Nanjiang.

The weasel could be said to be able to call the wind and summon the clouds in all directions.

"Be careful next time. Don't leave in such a hurry. It's easy for you to fall."

The handsome man still had a gentle smile on his face, as if he would never get angry.

"Thank you, big brother. Thank you, big brother!"

After thanking him a thousand times, the burly man hurriedly ran away.

The weasel acted like a senior instructing a junior and sighed at the handsome man. "You, your temper can't be like this when you're outside. If you're too soft, you'll be bullied easily."

"But you don't look like a person who understands the dangers of the Jianghu. This is my business card. Keep it well. If you encounter anything in the Nanjiang, mention my name. My name is the weasel."

The weasel took out a business card and handed it over.

Of course, the title on the business card couldn't be directly written on the head of the hoodlums. Instead, it was written by the president of Nanjiang's ancient poetry, classical literature, and foreign literature research association: Yellow Rat Wolf, brackets: Huang Rong Ruo.

"Okay, thank you."

The handsome man smiled and politely took the business card with both hands. His face was still the same gentle smile, and his eyes were calm and gentle.

There was no joy, no surprise, and no worship. This made the weasel feel a little disappointed.

After all, everyone liked to be admired or admired by someone they were interested in.

After the two separated, the handsome man took out his phone and made a call as he walked out of the airport.

When he passed by a trash can, the handsome man threw the business card with a very long title into it.

"No, the rules can't be broken. Since it's a capital offense, you must be killed. No one can plead for mercy."

"If you can break the rules just because of your high qualifications and hard work, wouldn't that be a mess?"

"Merit is merit, excessive is excessive, and excessive is not equal. This matter is decided. In the future, if you encounter such a thing again, you don't need to ask me for permission. Just directly hand it over to the Disciplinary Hall and do it according to the rules!"

"Also, those few old fogeys in Eastern Europe have a few more hearts. Things of principle absolutely cannot be compromised..."

The handsome man stood outside the airport exit and made a phone call.

"All of you, get out of my way!"

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the front. The crowd was in chaos, screaming and running away.

It was a man with a sharp knife in his hand, and he had a fierce body. He waved his knife to disperse the crowd, and then he rushed forward.1

Behind him were a few patrolmen who were in hot pursuit. Because the crowd was too dense, they did not dare to shoot easily.

The passing passengers were not all scoundrels who did not have a sense of justice. There were also some who especially wanted to rush forward and block this fierce man.

However, they had just witnessed with their own eyes how powerful this man was. When seven or eight patrolmen rushed forward to arrest him, this man's punches and kicks flew and knocked down a few people. He also pulled out a sharp knife and stabbed two people.

One look and one could tell that he was a martial arts practitioner with a unique skill. If he rushed forward now, not only would he not be able to stop the other party, he might even lose his life.

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