Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The anchor leaned closer, his eyes shining like light bulbs, his voice low but unable to contain his excitement:

"Dude, you're awesome! I recorded the whole thing, it'll be a huge hit when we edit it together!"

My name is Lin Yue, and I work in self-media with 500,000 followers on Douyin.

What should I call you, brother?

Chen Mo glanced at the camera clip-on to his collar, but didn't pay it any mind.

"Chen Mo."

"Brother Chen!"

Lin Yue greeted them familiarly, pulling out his phone.

"Let's add each other on WeChat, maybe we can hang out sometime. I documented the whole thing, and I'll edit it together for you later, I promise I'll make you look the coolest."

Chen Mo took out his phone, scanned his QR code, and casually asked:

"500,000 followers, that's a pretty good income, right?"

Lin Yue sighed, and then he started talking non-stop:

"Don't even mention it. When traffic was good, I could earn 20,000 to 30,000 a month, but things haven't been going well lately, so I thought I'd come to Thailand to do something exciting."

I do all kinds of content, including restaurant reviews, travel, and street interviews. Recently, I've been thinking of trying cross-border topics.

"Going abroad alone to film something, you can't be timid, and you can't be shy either."

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair:

"This line of work suits you."

"Hey, they're desperate for money, they're all forced into this situation."

Lin Yue laughed, "Brother Chen, what do you do for a living? That part was so cool! Are you in finance?"

"Just dabbling in stocks, messing around."

Chen Mo spoke casually.

"No wonder!"

Lin Yue slapped his thigh.

"I can tell you're no ordinary person. Is that Armani outfit? And that Omega watch? It must be worth over 100,000 yuan, right? You make that much money from stocks?"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "I was lucky."

Lin Yue wisely refrained from pressing the matter, and instead steered the conversation back to what had just happened, whispering:

"That woman was fucking infuriating; I almost lost my temper. If she weren't a woman, I would have..."

He made a fist-throwing gesture.

"There's no need."

Chen Mo said, "It's beneath me to argue with that kind of person."

"Too."

Lin Yue nodded, then became excited again.

"But Brother Chen, your move just now was brilliant! You exposed those two foreigners right away. How did you tell they were fake at a glance?"

Chen Mo smiled and made up a story:

"In all my years of stock trading, I've seen more scammers than real executives. Real financial executives don't brag about how great they are on airplanes; fake ones do."

"That makes sense! I've learned something new."

Lin Yue's eyes lit up. "Brother Chen, you're really quick-witted."

As the two were talking, the short-haired girl leaned back in her chair, her eyes glazed over, and the tear stains on her face were still wet.

The long-haired girl sitting next to him felt a wave of fear wash over her.

She remembered how she almost accepted the advances of that brown-haired foreigner.

The original intention of this trip was to try to get to know each other and decide whether or not to be together.

Looking back now, I'm glad I didn't agree, otherwise I'd be sitting here embarrassing myself.

She glanced at the short-haired girl, then at the two foreigners sitting obediently in the front row, and whispered:

"Thank goodness I didn't agree to date that brown-haired guy... He said he wanted to try dating me before, and I almost agreed. I'm so glad I didn't."

The short-haired girl's shoulders trembled slightly. She didn't say anything, but her mind was in turmoil.

Besides sightseeing, their purpose for this trip was also to bring together their best friend and another foreigner.

She remembered what had just been said: foreigners are romantic and caring.

These words are now like slaps in the face.

She bit her lip, her nails digging into her palms, unable to utter a single word.

After getting off the plane, she needs to go to the hospital for a check-up!

The blond foreigner was so arrogant just now, but now he's sitting there obediently, not even daring to turn his head.

The brown-haired one was even more cowardly, keeping his head down and playing on his phone the whole time, pretending nothing had happened.

A moment later, the flight attendant came over with a security guard in uniform.

The safety officer asked the blond foreigner in English if he had any problems, and the blond foreigner replied in a weak voice that he did not.

The safety officer looked at the short-haired girl again, but she didn't react; she seemed completely drained.

The safety officer nodded, and after confirming there was no physical conflict, turned and left.

The flight attendant didn't leave.

She walked to Chen Mo's seat, bent down slightly, and asked softly, "Sir, are you alright after the conflict? Were you hurt?"

Chen Mo looked up at her.

She was tall, just over 1.7 meters, with exquisite makeup, her uniform was pressed crisply, her hair was neatly styled, and her features were delicate. When she smiled, she had a shallow dimple at the corner of her mouth.

He smiled and said, "It's nothing, thank you for your concern. You reacted quickly; if you hadn't gone to find someone, we probably would have really started fighting."

The flight attendant paused, then her eyes lit up: "You saw it?"

"I saw you. You're so beautiful. I noticed you the moment you appeared."

Chen Mo, without blushing or skipping a beat, said...

"As soon as you turned and walked away, I knew you were going to find someone. Well done, very professional."

The flight attendant smiled, her expression shifting from professional to relaxed.

"I was afraid things would escalate and be bad for everyone. I'm just glad you're alright."

"Your English is good."

Chen Mo looked at her,

"I overheard you talking to the safety officer just now; your pronunciation was quite standard. Have you lived abroad?"

"No, I learned it in college."

She stood up straight, but didn't leave.

"However, I didn't understand any of the financial questions you just asked."

"It's normal that you don't understand."

Chen Mo smiled. "If you understand, you should sit in my seat."

She laughed out loud, covering her mouth with her hand: "You're so funny."

"Just telling the truth."

Chen Mo said casually, "But you have a good eye for detail. You noticed the changes in those people's expressions just now, didn't you?"

"A little."

She admitted, "In our line of work, you have to be good at reading people. You have to know what state a passenger is in and when they need help."

No wonder.

Chen Mo glanced at her. "Then look at my current state."

She paused for a moment, then smiled, her dimples deepening.

"You seem to be in a good mood now."

The flight attendant turned and left after a short chat.

Lin Yue watched the whole thing from the side, his mouth slightly open. Only after the flight attendant had walked away did he lean over and whisper:

"Brother Chen, you're amazing! A flight attendant struck up a conversation with you? And you two chatted so naturally?"

"How did you do that?"

Lin Yue looked on with admiration.

"Teach me, please. My chance to pick up girls in Thailand depends on you. I always get nervous or awkward when I talk to girls."

"Just chat normally."

Chen Mo said, "When you're as rich as me, you'll be even better at talking than I am."

Lin Yue was speechless, but he was certain that Chen Mo was very rich.

A short while later, the flight attendant returned.

She walked up to Chen Mo, holding a cup of coffee, and bent down to place it on his table.

"Sir, this is a hand-drip coffee for you. Our captain drinks it himself. Please have a taste."

Chen Mo took the cup, his fingers touching her fingertips. She didn't pull back, but paused for a second before letting go.

"Was it reserved especially for me?"

Chen Mo looked at her.

She smiled, didn't answer, and turned to leave.

He took a few steps, then looked back again.

Chen Mo looked down at the cup; there was a piece of paper folded into a small square under the bottom.

After reading it, Chen Mo folded the note and stuffed it into his pocket.

He stood up and handed him the coffee:

"Here's your coffee. My stomach's upset; I need to go to the restroom."

Lin Yue, holding his coffee, looked at him suspiciously: "Weren't you fine just now?"

Chen Mo had already gotten up and walked away. Lin Yue picked up his coffee, took a sip, and his eyes lit up:

"Hey, that's actually pretty good."

Chen Mo had never been on a plane before and had never experienced the feeling of traveling a thousand miles in a day.

Having experienced it now, I have to say, flying is fast, but there's one downside: the ups and downs are quite intense.