162: Chapter 162 Arrival in the Provincial Capital

Inside a VIP lounge.

Lv Dong brewed a pot of tea and handed it to Chen Feng, saying respectfully, "Mr. Chen, our Chairman Bāo personally instructed us to look after you well."

"Oh?"

Chen Feng was a little surprised; it seemed the other party was paying close attention to his movements.

He said indifferently, "Tell your Chairman Bāo not to worry. I only bought shares in Dongyao Airlines for fun; I won't be participating in the company's business."

"Understood, understood." Lv Dong nodded hurriedly.

The chairman had sent him over ostensibly to entertain this shareholder, but on the other hand, he also wanted him to figure out the other party's intentions.

Now, this mission of his could be considered complete!

"Mr. Chen, are you heading to the provincial capital? I've arranged a different plane for you. Would you like to go take a look?"

"Sure." Chen Feng nodded.

The previous plane had been under maintenance and likely wouldn't be ready to depart.

Guided by Lv Dong, the group arrived at the far side of the airport, where a plane much smaller than the previous passenger jet was parked.

"Mr. Chen, please!" Lv Dong smiled faintly.

As soon as Chen Feng walked in through the passageway, he was stunned by the scene inside.

"Holy crap!" This was actually a private jet!

The interior was laid out like a hotel suite, with a living room, dining area, and rest area. The entire plane was decorated very luxuriously.

Lv Dong laughed, "Mr. Chen, this private jet was originally bought by Chairman Bāo for his own use. Including the interior decoration, he spent over 300 million on it. Before I came, Chairman Bāo said that if you liked it, you could just take it!"

What? Chen Feng hadn't expected the other party to actually gift him a private jet.

Holy crap! He suddenly realized that the villa he lived in was a gift from someone else. Yonghe Manor was also a gift from someone else! And now, even a private jet was being delivered to his doorstep!

Fine! But damn it, I don't even know how to fly it!

"Uh... there's no need to be so polite. It's only three hundred million; I can still afford it."

"Mr. Chen, please don't decline." Lv Dong waved his hand toward the interior.

Five or six young women wearing black silk stockings and flight attendant uniforms walked over. They had slim figures and delicate features. Every one of them was a beauty.

"Mr. Chen, these flight attendants are specifically assigned to this private jet. The pilots and the customer service butler have also been arranged. Including any flight routes that need to be applied for, it's very convenient for us to handle that on our end."

His meaning was very clear. He was basically saying that Chen Feng just had to sit on the plane, and all the staffing, including aircraft maintenance, had already been taken care of.

"Fine, I'll accept the plane, but I'll pay for the various expenses myself!"

Chen Feng had originally planned to buy a plane. It would be more convenient when traveling to the provincial capital or Kyoto. He could accept the plane, but he wanted to pay for the staff's salaries and maintenance costs himself. After all, it was his property. If he let others pay for everything, it would feel like he was just riding in someone else's plane. Moreover, taking things from others makes one soft-handed, and eating their food makes one short-mouthed. He didn't want to owe others too much!

"Alright then!" Seeing that the other party had accepted the gift, Lv Dong was very happy. "Mr. Chen, I'll take my leave then. I wish you a pleasant journey!"

There were two pilots on the plane. Both had six or seven years of flight experience and were hired by Chairman Bāo at a high price, so safety was well guaranteed.

After Chen Feng stated his destination, the plane took off immediately.

"Boss, are you thirsty? Let me pour you a drink!" "Boss, your feet must be tired. Let me help you change into a pair of slippers!" "Boss, is your neck sore? Let me give you a massage!" "..."

Seeing Chen Feng sitting in his chair, several flight attendants walked over. Some went behind him to massage him, while others even directly helped him take off his shoes and put on a pair of comfortable slippers.

Surrounded by a flock of beautiful women, smelling the faint fragrance of virgins, especially seeing all those black silk stockings and long legs, Chen Feng found it hard to control himself.

He hurriedly said, "Alright, that's enough. You don't need to take care of me. Go about your own business."

At this moment, the butler Lǐ Xuěer, who was also wearing a flight attendant uniform, giggled and said, "Boss, their job is to serve you. If you don't let them serve you, wouldn't they be out of a job?"

"Fine!" Chen Feng was also a bit speechless. "You guys can just give me a massage; the rest of you find something else to do."

He then looked at Lǐ Xuěer. She had a tall figure and was only in her twenties. To be able to become a customer service butler, she must have some capability.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Xuěer, how much is the annual maintenance cost for this plane?"

Lǐ Xuěer quickly replied, "The expenses are quite high, including parking fees, operating costs, equipment maintenance, and staff salaries, etc. Because our plane is slightly smaller, it costs about 30 million-plus per year!"

Chen Feng nodded. For many people, 30 million-plus is definitely a huge sum of money. Not many wealthy people are willing to spend that much money on a plane every year.

However, for the current Chen Feng, a few tens of millions was just a drop in the bucket!

He thought for a moment and said, "Give me your card number. I'll transfer 100 million to you first as this year's maintenance fee. This plane is now in your hands. If the money isn't enough, tell me again!"

"Ah?" Lǐ Xuěer covered her mouth with her small hand. She hadn't expected this boss to throw out 100 million right off the bat. My god! Is he really that extravagant?!

"What, is it too little?"

"No... no, it's enough, it's enough!" Lǐ Xuěer waved her hands hurriedly.

When she gave her card number to Chen Feng, her bank card really received 100 million in funds. She widened her eyes and counted it over and over again. It really was 100 million!

After a long while, she looked at Chen Feng with a strange expression and said, "Boss, aren't you afraid that I'll take the money and run away?"

"Do you dare?"

"Hehe." Lǐ Xuěer chuckled. She was just an ordinary person; how could she dare to run away? She didn't know what kind of methods these wealthy people would use to deal with her. Little whips, candle wax, Russian roulette... there were so many tricks!

At two in the afternoon, the plane arrived at the provincial capital's airport. After Chen Feng gave Lǐ Xuěer some instructions, he got off the plane directly.

His appearance in the airport caused quite a stir. After all, even in the provincial capital, not many people could afford a private jet. Everyone was guessing Chen Feng's identity.

Chen Feng was used to such scenes. He hailed a taxi and went straight to the World Trade Center.

"Holy crap, what's this play?" "Who knows? If you say he's rich, he leaves in a taxi. If you say he's poor, he's flying in a private jet!" "Let's go, let's go. Maybe it's just another rich second-generation kid playing a game of pretending to be poor!" A group of people were whispering and discussing.