A Master's Type Moon Event Book

Can't your flight attendants dress properly?

Doesn't this affect the mentality of passengers?

Li Xiang looked away.

"Please show your train ticket."

Sweet as honey, comforting sound.

Li Xiang felt a flash of electric shock, and he took out the train ticket.

After checking the ticket, the flight attendant took a half step back and said, "Please come in."

Li Xiang entered the carriage, stunned for a moment, no one was there.

Empty seats.

Li Xiang found seat number [-] and sat down.

It didn't take long for the train to start slowly, galloping towards the distance.

The scenery outside the window gradually brightened.

The dark corridor came to an end, and the bright noon sun suddenly poured into the carriage.

Li Xiang was a little bored alone.

"Beer drink, mineral water, peanut and melon seed eight-treasure porridge. Does this gentleman want anything?"

Li Xiang was silent for a while as he watched the previous flight attendant push the sales cart.

The young lady, who can eat with her face, sells snacks.

"Help me get a bottle of Coca-Cola, it needs to be chilled."

"Ok."

The flight attendant smiled sweetly and took out a bottle of Coke from the bottom of the van.

It's actually really cold.

Li Xiang unscrewed the bottle cap with satisfaction.

"Do you still need it, sir?"

"Nothing."

"You can call us if you need it."

The flight attendant took out a small card from his chest and put it in front of Li Xiang, "Any service is available. The price is fair, and the old man is innocent."

"???"

What's going on here?

Li Xiang held the small card and fell into deep thought as he watched the body of Miss Miaoman, the flight attendant, disappear behind the car door.

The content on the card is very simple.

There is only one phone call, and a few gilded characters of 'Fair price, no bullying'.

Chapter 62 Radiance

The last car of the green train.

Bright lights.

The remodeled carriage presents a resplendent sight.

Like a small concert venue.

The stylus rubbed the record, and the gramophone played the melodious sound of the piano.

A man who was shrouded in black mist and couldn't see clearly was slumped on a reclining chair specially prepared for him. There was some kind of mosaic picture on the computer beside him.

The door was suddenly opened.

The black fog man was so frightened that he immediately got up, grabbed the mouse, and turned off the picture very skillfully and quickly.

"Can you knock on the door every time you come in?"

The fog dissipated, revealing a cat-ear mask.

The golden pupils under the red eye lines stared at the flight attendant who pushed the minivan in.

"Haha, I forgot." The woman raised her chest, scratched her head, and said embarrassedly.

"hiss!"

The man shivered, only to feel goosebumps all over his body.

He roared: "What the hell, take off this skin quickly!"

The woman seemed to be accustomed to it, showing a naive smile, without any charm at all, she said, "Okay, boss."

She exposed her snow-like wrists, grabbed the long black hair with her palm, and pulled it outward.

As if shedding her skin, her whole body and clothes cracked, shed her shell, turned into smoke and scattered in the palm of her hand, revealing the appearance of a young man in black casual clothes.