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"Captain Futoliya, long time no see!" Zhuang Ying shook hands with the handsome Russian man in charge. "And Co-captain Novich, how is life in Huaxia?"

"Oh, dear Miss Zhuang, your Huaxia is simply wonderful!" Captain Futoliya said. Their work was actually quite leisurely; apart from occasional skill training, they spent most of their time on vacation while drawing enviable salaries.

This was their second year in Huaxia, and their only clients were the Fang Family's private passenger jets. In these two years, they hadn't taken on a single mission. Such a life made their peers envious beyond words.

"You must be Mr. Fang, correct?" Captain Futoliya shook hands with Fang Jueyu. "Mr. Fang, we will be at your service for this journey. I'm sure we can provide you with the most fantastic flying experience!"

"I am more than willing to believe you!" Fang Jueyu shook hands with each of them, and he keenly noticed that when he shook hands with the female flight attendants, their fingers gently brushed against his palm, their gazes full of endless warmth.

Fang Jueyu had heard people say that this small gesture was a special hint, meaning...

Although they were supermodel-level attendants, these women were well aware they were living off the 'youth meal.' Once they aged, they would lose their appeal as well, so while they were young, they aimed to either save up a large sum of money quickly or directly find a billionaire—that was their dream.

These six female flight attendants were all still virgins, which was a unique requirement during the team hiring process. To put it bluntly, any one of them was always ready to accompany Fang Jueyu for that.

Fang Jueyu promptly withdrew his hand, not because these six beauties held no attraction to him, but because deep down, he wasn't a particularly frivolous person. If he guessed it right, this was probably another arrangement by his mischievous dad, Fang Huai, for him.

"Futoliya, you should be familiar with this plane's configuration, right? Take me aboard to have a look!" Fang Jueyu wasn't in a hurry to depart; the plane was still undergoing final refueling checks.

"Alright, Mr. Fang, please follow me."

Under Futoliya's guidance, they ascended the gangway into the interior of this custom-made private jet.

"Is this... really a plane?" Fang Jueyu couldn't help but blurt out.

Other than the word 'luxurious,' he couldn't think of any other word to describe this airborne palace.

The original cabin interior had been entirely stripped, and the cabin was divided into spacious, bright rooms. The first thing he saw was a living room, complete with sofas, a coffee table, a television—all the expected amenities.

"All the wooden furniture and flooring are made from golden nanmu and top-quality redwood. Moreover, as per Mr. Fang Huai's request, interior architecture master Mr. Bolman was commissioned to design it, leaving almost no room for any visual complaints!" Futoliya confidently stated.

"What is that fragrance?" Fang Jueyu asked as he was greeted by a faint woody aroma upon entering.

"Oh, that's your Huaxia's ambergris! Each gram costs thousands of US dollars, ensuring you feel mentally relaxed, emotionally pleased, and aids in calming and sleep during your journey."

Passing through the hall was the plane's dining room, furnished with a long golden nanmu table, neatly arranged with two rows of European-style soft chairs, resembling a hotel room in its refinement.

Above the long table was a luxurious crystal chandelier, and all decorations shimmered under its reflection.

"Mr. Fang, due to the load and volume restrictions, we can't carry a lot of ingredients, so when you are traveling, it would be best to inform us in advance of your preferences. This way, we can also make preparations beforehand!" suggested Futoliya.

"Oh, by the way, there are some drinks here. If you need any, feel free to indulge!" He opened a side cooler, neatly stocked with bottles of red wine. "These are wines produced from the Grand Cru vineyard of Léoville, all from the 1982 vintage. I've had my eye on them for a long time!"

Next came a luxurious suite reserved for Fang Jueyu, with an adjacent study spanning dozens of square meters, stocked with various books and artworks by renowned foreign painters.

Towards the rear were a kitchen, a medical room, and the aviation crew's work area.

"This plane has an internal space of nearly 4,800 square feet, approximately equivalent to around 450 square meters. When Mr. Fang Huai purchased it, its price was around 400 million US dollars!" The captain detailed the plane's specifications in one breath.

"Amazing, this is simply a mansion flying in the sky!" Fang Jueyu was incredibly satisfied. His dad, despite being a bit unrefined, indeed had excellent taste.

"Oh, Mr. Fang, your car can be parked directly in the storage area under the cabin. It has been remodeled into a small garage!"

"Really?" Fang Jueyu was delightfully surprised. This way, he wouldn't have to look for a vehicle wherever he went.

"Yes, do you need your car to be transported with you?"

"Bring it along. It's my first time going to a place like this; I must make a statement!" Fang Jueyu said.

"Alright, then I'll arrange for it immediately. You can rest a bit, and we'll be ready to take off in about half an hour!" With that, Futoliya left.

"Please, have a seat, don't be so restrained, I'm not that stern," Fang Jueyu said to the attendants. "Standing like that must be tiring!"

"We can't do that, Mr. Fang, it's our job!" The attendants remained meticulously at their designated positions. "We earn such high salaries and usually don't have much to do. So when you're traveling, we should hold ourselves to the highest standards."

"If that's the case, then I appreciate your hard work!" Fang Jueyu whispered to Zhuang Ying, "Sister Ying, are their salaries really that high?"

"Yes, young master, the captain's salary is 5 million US dollars annually, the co-captain's is 3 million US dollars, and each attendant earns 2 million US dollars a year!"

"That much?" Ignorant until asked, Jin-Sung was shocked to hear it. A typical captain in Huaxia usually earned an annual pre-tax salary in the millions—this was more than ten times that!

"Young master, they are the best!" Zhuang Ying added. "When selecting pilots and crew members, it's almost a one-in-a-thousand standard, so such salaries aren't at all exaggerated considering the stringent selection."

"Alright, anyway, their annual salaries aren't even a fraction of what I make in a few minutes." Contemplating this balance sheet put Fang Jueyu's mind at ease.

"Mr. Fang!" Captain Futoliya approached with a woman about thirty to forty years old, wearing sunglasses, slightly plump.

"What's going on, Captain Futoliya?" Fang Jueyu poked his head out. "Are we ready to depart?"

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Fang, there's a lady here seeking your help, brought by the manager of the main airport."

"Who is it?" Fang Jueyu stepped out, and upon seeing the slightly plump woman, he was taken aback. "You... you're Daying?"

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