At about two o'clock in the afternoon of December 25, on JAL flight NH860 to Tokyo, Zhang Heng sat down in the first class cabin and looked at the other three people around him who were a little restrained, and he was very satisfied.

At this time, the price of a first-class ticket to Tokyo is 720 Hong Kong dollars, which is almost two months' income for ordinary citizens in Hong Kong.

Coupled with Shigeru Tanaka, who accompanied him, this round-trip plane ticket, as well as their three-day accommodation in RB, Sharp Company had to spend at least 15,000 Hong Kong dollars, which is not a small number.

A set of 17-inch display and accessories is only 1200 Hong Kong dollars, which costs at least 50 sets of profits.

You must know that the two sides have not even decided on the purchase contract.

Sharp has done a good job.

If they hadn't greeted him in advance and made a guarantee, Zhang Heng wouldn't have been able to get a visa at all yesterday afternoon, because he didn't have a guardian in the legal sense, and according to international practice, he would not be allowed to go abroad under normal circumstances.

Zhang Heng frowned, thinking about the question of the guardian, it is no problem to go to RB this time, but what should I do if I want to go to the United States and the United Kingdom next?

Sister Xia Di is only 18 years old during the Chinese New Year, and she cannot act as a guardian.

It's really not good, let Uncle Li take the role, he shook his head, and drove away the image of Chen Baoshan who was full of money in his mind.

After the flight attendant's gentle announcement, the plane began to slide, and He Jie leaned nervously on the back of the chair and subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

Zhang Heng turned her head to look, she closed her eyes tightly and was tense, and then looked at the other two, Lu Yun looked almost the same, Chen Zhenning's expression was slightly better, and he kept his eyes wide open, but the big hand that was holding the armrest was protruding, and he was obviously very nervous in his heart.

Zhang Heng looked back, and the flight attendant was faintly visible in the service area blocked by the dark curtain, and he raised his voice slightly and greeted, "Miss." ”

A flight attendant came out of the service area, walked over quickly, leaned over and smiled, "Sir, what service do you need?"

Zhang Heng was stunned.

The stature is not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, the skin is slightly dark, the black hair is long, the small tiger teeth, and the goose egg face is a warm smile.

This person is so familiar!

Countless names flashed in my mind, and one name was finally frozen: Zhao Yazhi!

Zhang Heng recalled that in 72, she seemed to be working as a flight attendant on JAL flights from Xiangjiang to Tokyo.

At this time, she should be 18 years old, her face is still very childish, and her whole person is still a little rustic, and she can't find a trace of the dignified and elegant mature woman temperament in her previous life.

But the delicate foundation that is extremely in line with the aesthetics of the Oriental people already exists no matter what.

Seeing her eyes wide open and looking at herself suspiciously, Zhang Heng suddenly smiled and said, "It's the first time for my companions to take a plane, can you please give us some chewing gum?"

Zhao Yazhi breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and nodded, went back and came back quickly, and handed him a small packet of chewing gum, which was from Green Wrigley, produced by Chicago Rigley Sugar Co., Ltd.

Zhang Heng thanked him, unpacked it, handed it a piece to everyone, and whispered: "Chew it in your mouth, and spit out the dregs in the wrapping paper after taking off." ”

The plane slammed off the ground and climbed up at a 45-degree angle, pushing the back to press each passenger onto their seats.

He Jie's hand reached over again, this time tighter, Zhang Heng patted her gently, leaned into her ear and said, "Chew hard, it will be slightly better." ”

He Jie's ears were red, and she nodded with her eyes closed.

The plane entered the stratosphere and stabilized, He Jie withdrew his hand and secretly glanced at Zhang Heng, he didn't seem to notice, his eyes kept looking ahead.

He Jie looked over, the stewardess who gave the gum just now was standing in front of her with a professional smile on her face, she snorted coldly in her heart, lowered her head and looked at her knees.

"What do you need?" I don't know how long later, a small car appeared at her feet, He Jie looked up, the stewardess looked at her with a smile, her eyes swept over the car, there was a bunch of food, and she didn't know what to choose for a while.

"Sister He, you like vegetarian dishes, why don't you have a vegetable salad and apple puree, and then add a cup of hot cocoa to warm up. A gentle voice sounded in his ears, and He Jie's heart softened suddenly, and he couldn't help but nod.

Zhao Yazhi prepared the food quickly, and looked at Zhang Heng with a smile: "Sir, what about you?"

Zhang Heng looked at her a little narrowly and said, "Is there a wagyu cow?"

Zhao Yazhi was stunned for a moment, and smiled: "Sorry, there is no Wagyu beef on this flight, but there is Australian steak." ”

"Okay, if I go down again, I'll become the villain who was slapped in the face in the novel. Zhang Heng said secretly in his heart, and said with a smile: "Then have an Australian steak, and then bring me a cup of fruit, add ice, and also have a portion of your special pork bone noodle soup." ”

"I wish you a happy meal and a great appetite!" Zhao Yazhi put the food on the table in front of him, and added inexplicably mischievously as he left.

When pushing the cart to the back, she couldn't help but look back, he was looking at herself, and when she saw her looking back and winking at her mischievously, she hurriedly turned her head and whispered "little brat" in her heart, and her face began to burn.

What's wrong with me?

Isn't this just a teenager, at most he looks good, and his eyes seem to be able to speak.

Zhao Yazhi was puzzled, and after distributing the food, he simply stopped running to the front, so as not to be upset.

He Jie ate the food silently, her heart gradually calmed down, and she figured it out.

Xiao Heng's child daughter-in-law is Xia Di, and when he looks at other girls outside, Xia Di should also be in charge, and it is not his turn to interfere at all. Besides, it's not normal for men to like beautiful women, it's just a look, and Xiao Di won't say anything if he knows it.

Zhang Heng shushed from time to time to ask for warmth, and a smile gradually appeared on He Jie's face.

Zhao Yazhi didn't expect that she wanted to avoid it, but the young man didn't let him go, and half an hour later, he called her again.

"May I ask what you need?" Zhao Yazhi was a little apprehensive in his heart, but his face was full of smiles.

Zhang Heng smiled a little evilly: "Miss, how long will it take for this plane to fly to Tokyo?"

You won't ask clearly when you buy a ticket, Zhao Ya was depressed, and she had to smile on her face: "Sir, the flight time is about 6 hours, and you can land at 9 o'clock in the evening." ”

"It's so annoying to take so long. Zhang Heng smiled secretly in his heart, and said with a "bitter" face, "It's a long journey, and I have no plan to deal with it, why don't I tell you your fortune and pass the time, what do you think?"

Thread!

Zhao Yazhi almost scolded, she wanted to get up and leave, but thinking about the company's strict rules and regulations, she still endured it, and said with a forced smile: "Sir, we can't chat with guests, do you need anything else?"

"Isn't it necessary to chat?" Zhang Heng held back a smile and straightened his face.

Zhao Yazhi was about to cry: "That, that's really not in our service content." ”

"Xiao Heng!" He Jie, who was sitting on the side, finally couldn't help but speak.

"Okay, you can go, Miss Zhao. Zhang Heng waved his hand helplessly.

Zhao Yazhi hurriedly fled back to the service room if she was amnesty, and as soon as she entered, she stood still, looking down at the badge, which was only numbered.

"How did he know my surname was Zhao?" she spent the rest of her time thinking stupidly.

Finally, she still couldn't hold back and pushed the cart out.

"Miss, what do you need?" she asked He Jie, but her eyes looked at Zhang Heng next to her.

He Jie shook his head, and Zhang Heng immediately picked it up and said, "Bring me a cup of coffee, thank you, Miss Zhao." ”

The last three words accentuate the tone.

Zhao Yazhi poured coffee and put it in front of him, leaned over and whispered, "How do you know that my surname is Zhao?"

Zhang Heng looked at her with a smile and didn't speak, her smile became lighter and fainter, and when he was really angry, he suddenly whispered: "Don't tell others, I calculated it." ”

"You lie!" Zhao Yazhi said angrily, wanting to get up and walk away, Zhang Heng continued: "I still calculated that you are 18 years old this year, right?"

Zhao Yazhi's footsteps suddenly stopped, he looked at him with an incredulous face, and muttered, "We have never seen each other before, how is this possible?"

Zhang Heng blurted out: "We've seen each other in our last life." ”

He was telling the truth, in his previous life, Zhao Yazhi came to his ancestral hometown in the mainland to participate in a commercial performance, and he was also at the table at noon and said a few words to her, she was 56 years old at the time, but she was very well maintained, and her skin was still tight and shiny, which was memorable.

"It's strange to believe you!" Zhao Yazhi glanced at him and turned to leave.

She didn't walk around until she got off the plane, and as the passengers got up to leave, she poked her head out of the service room, and the teenager walked to the cabin door, surrounded by several companions.

"Little villain!" she scolded in her heart, but she didn't expect him to suddenly turn around at this time, nodding and smiling at herself, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she immediately shrank in, not daring to show her face for a long time.

PS: Xifeng has met Zhao Yazhi for about 10 years, at a large-scale commodity fair in the provincial capital of her ancestral hometown, she was the image spokesperson of a large supplier of Xifeng's company at that time.

During lunch, she was in a private room, and of course Xifeng was not qualified to sit at her table, and she came over to toast everyone at my table.

At that time, she had very good skin, a good amount of alcohol, a gentle voice, and a very gentle and polite person, but there were slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Can you guess how much she was paid for two days of participating in that trade fair at that time (the image endorsement fee is not counted, it was a whole year, and you need to pay extra money to attend the event)?