I am not just a tycoon

Chapter 510: Chapter 345: You Never Know How Proactive They Can Be

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Last time I went to Diannan, I was accompanied by the sisters Nana and Xinyu; to Yanjing, Fang Minhui was with me.

This time going to Shanghai, it was just me, not even an assistant.

But the more it was like this, the more there was a sense of unknown anticipation.

There’s a bit of a difference between business class and first class; the first class I took the previous two times had private compartments, arranged in a 1-1-1 configuration, providing a fairly secluded personal space, with adjustable seating angles and leg support.

While business class on this trip was arranged in a 2-2-2 configuration, with other passengers just across the aisle, and the comfort of the seats differed from that of first class.

I heard from Ji Ya that domestic flights are mainly short to medium haul, plus most of them are on small aircraft, so offering first class isn’t cost-effective.

For example, this Airbus A320 didn’t have a first-class cabin.

However, the quality of the flight attendants was still up to par; not long after takeoff, one with a good figure squatted in front of Shen Yuan, speaking in an enthusiastic tone and with sincere eyes:

“Mr. Shen, I’m the flight attendant for this flight. If you need anything, just tell me, or you can ring the service bell.”

Shen Yuan waved his hands to indicate he didn’t need anything, but to his surprise, after speaking, the flight attendant didn’t seem to intend to get up, but continued to gaze at him with affection.

“Anything I need?”

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow; he hadn’t brought a woman today, so he decided to flirt a bit.

“Of course not, but we will try to meet your needs as much as possible.”

The flight attendant said with a smiling face.

Seems like a veteran, still flirting… But Shen Yuan was also experienced in this game and replied with a smile, “Then forget it, what I need is to be completely satisfied, not just trying to be.”

“Sure, Mr. Shen, if there is anything we can satisfy, feel free to call me.”

The flight attendant didn’t take offense, stood up from the floor, left a seductive smile, and walked away in her high heels.

However, less than 10 minutes later, the flight attendant came back to Shen Yuan, this time not only scratching the palm of his hand but also slipping him a note.

Shen Yuan chuckled and then discreetly opened it—it was her WeChat ID.

Looks and wealth, no matter where you go are the focus, not to mention flight attendants, a profession that often comes into contact with wealthy people, can easily judge Shen Yuan’s Audemars Piguet Frosted Gold watch and the designer clothes he wore.

Too bad, though, her figure and beauty fell a little short, and being so skilled at flirting with men, he could tell she was a veteran; Shen Yuan wasn’t very interested.

Casually stuffing the note into his pocket, Shen Yuan was ready to throw it away after getting off the plane.

“Sure enough, if you don’t amass a certain level of wealth, you’ll never know how proactive women can be.”

Shen Yuan shook his head, recalling how he inadvertently opened QQ yesterday, and a bunch of friend requests popped up.

The reason was his WeChat was set to private, only addable by scanning a QR code, but the energetic sisters from the International campus are quite resourceful, somehow dug out Shen Yuan’s QQ.

And then they spread it around, which led to QQ becoming their loophole.

Too bad Shen Yuan is picky and doesn’t believe in photo scams, so their requests were in vain.

Two hours later, the plane landed at Hongqiao Airport, the flight attendant came to Shen Yuan again, gestured sending a WeChat message with her hands, Shen Yuan nodded with a smile, and then she left contentedly.

Stepping out of the aircraft door, a wave of heat hit him, instantly making Shen Yuan feel the temperature of Shanghai.

Actually, the high in Shanghai these past two days was only 33 and 34 degrees, not as high as the 37 and 38 in Star City, mainly because the plane’s air conditioning had been effective, giving this impression.

Following the corridor to pick up luggage, then entering the VIP passage, the person Sha Yongshan sent to pick him up had arrived, a middle-aged man with glasses, looking scholarly and refined.

“Chairman Shen, hello, I’m the director of Hemu Hospital’s Shanghai branch, my name is Geng Liang. Mr. Sha asked me to pick you up.”

The man advanced a couple of steps with a warm smile, taking Shen Yuan’s luggage.

“Hello, Director Geng.”

Shen Yuan nodded.

Geng Liang passed the luggage to a driver or assistant next to him, then led Shen Yuan out, “Chairman Shen, Mr. Sha has already booked Master Huang’s; it’s just waiting for your arrival for dinner.”

“Master Huang?”

Shen Yuan found the name rather peculiar.

“It’s a private kitchen restaurant located on Tianping Road, you could say it’s the pinnacle of Shanghai’s private cuisine.”

Geng Liang explained with a smile: “This private kitchen serves only two tables of guests each day, so it’s really hard to get a reservation, at least one month, or even two months in advance, mainly because Mr. Sha is quite familiar with the restaurant owner.”

“Okay, I got it.”

Shen Yuan glanced at his watch; it was already noon, probably another 1-2 hours to get there.

Geng Liang noticed this small movement and then said, “It’s about a one and a half hour ride from now. Mr. Sha specifically instructed me to prepare some Shanghai specialty pastries in the car, in case you’re hungry, you could eat some snacks to tide you over.”

“Okay.”

Shen Yuan nodded, then gave him a glance. At around 40 years old, being a director, his ability to read people was obvious; Shen Yuan merely looked at his watch, and he knew what he was thinking.

And he even pawned off the favor to Old Sha. Someone like Old Sha, how could he care about such trifle matters.

Next, Shen Yuan followed Geng Liang into the back seat of a black Maybach, sat for an hour and a half, and finally arrived at the private kitchen restaurant called Master Huang.’

To his surprise, the restaurant was set in a small western-style building; the originally white walls, now through the erosion of history, had acquired a mottled patina.

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