Ye Sheng described the beauty of the academy to him frantically, as if that place was the Qing Dynasty palace. You are the Buddha in the palace. You are served tea and water every day, and you can get three pounds of fat in a comfortable day.

Bai Hang thought Ye Sheng was suitable for pyramid schemes. He didn't know when Alibaba started, but he felt that Ye Sheng was quite good at speaking. He might have done his own business in 2006 and fooled several big bosses.

...

The two of them hurriedly got on the plane, without checking their tickets, and went directly to the VIP aisle.

The plane was painted in dark gray, and there was no airline on it. The overall appearance was different from the plane Bai Hang had seen. He stood under the plane, placed his hand on his forehead to block the sunlight, and looked at the whole picture of the plane.

He suddenly remembered an American drama he had watched, "Agents of SHIELD". When Phil was still a level 8 agent, he once pulled a team of agents. At that time, the plane they were riding in seemed like this.

The hatch door slowly opened, and Guderian, wearing a suit, stood at the door with a wine glass. When Bai Hang went up, he opened his arms and gave Bai Hang a hug. When the bracelet crossed his back, he drank the red wine in the goblet and said, "Come in and try the real Bai Cui Manor, which is a hundred times better than the hotel in the Regent Hotel."

He didn't move the bottle of wine in the private room on the ninth floor yesterday. Bai Hang couldn't drink red wine. He heard that there were several steps before he actually started drinking, but he didn't know, so he didn't drink it. He originally wanted to wait for Guderian and Ye Sheng to drink before drinking it, so that even if he didn't know what steps he had before drinking, he could copy homework on the spot. But he didn't know that until the end of the conversation that afternoon, neither of them had touched the red wine that poured out.

The decoration in the cabin is almost the same as Bai Hang imagined—

The sofa is close to the inner wall of the plane. There is a suspended TV opposite the sofa, and a three-in-one monitor next to the TV. Bai Hang also saw a wine cabinet with high-end red wine that he could not name.

Guderian sat down on the sofa naturally, and there was a wine container on the small table in front of him. Bai Hang still had this knowledge. Thanks to several online dramas he had watched before, Bai Hang knew that the large glass soaker that served wine was used to wake up red wine. The wine poured out of that thing can be drunk directly without any scruples, and no one will laugh at you for not being high enough.

Ye Sheng took out two new goblets from the cabinet, divided Bai Hang and one of them. Guderian poured wine for the two, and then raised the glass first: "To this two-day trip to Fuzhou, and to our new S-Class."

Bai Hang held the wine glass and clinked him. The wine in the goblet looked good and made people feel very eager to drink. He touched the wall of the cup and it was a little cool.

Ye Sheng knew that he didn't understand, so he took the initiative to explain: "The best drinking temperature in Baicui Manor is between 10 degrees and 14 degrees. The temperature in Fuzhou is too high. This weather affects the taste of the wine very much, so you have to lower the temperature before drinking it. In fact, this glass of wine is not very cold. It's just that you touch the wall of the cup and feel a little cold."

As he said that, Ye Sheng took a sip of the wine in the glass, then closed his eyes and showed an intoxicated expression.

Bai Hang also took a sip. He had hardly drunk red wine. He originally thought that the feeling of this sip should be similar to that of a primary school student drinking tea, so that's it. But the moment the wine slipped into his throat, he realized that he was wrong.

The slightly cool wine feels good in the mouth, and the taste and astringent taste are harmoniously balanced. After swallowing it, the mellow and astringent taste in the wine are still lingering in the mouth. The sweetness and beauty of it are unappreciated in other wines. Bai Hang tasted the pure oak fragrance and the slight astringent taste of some lemons, delicate and elegant, mellow and round.

He is a writer and his language is not lacking. If he is asked to describe it, he can write an 87-word drinking impression on the spot.

No wonder Ye Sheng closed his eyes to feel it after taking a sip. He also wanted to close his eyes now, and there was only one word in his mind.

Highlights!

It's so fucking high-end!

The three of them fell into the sofa cushion together, and the slight roar of the plane's engine echoed in their ears. The cabin was soundproofed well, and the roar of the engine sounded like some kind of lullaby to them.

A few minutes later, the plane took off, and the comfort was replaced by the slight tinnitus caused by the rise in air pressure. Bai Hang was a little surprised. He was a dragon. He had never felt tinnitus when he flew before. Unexpectedly, he felt that after he became an adult, the human body was indeed too weak.

"Is this my first time flying?" asked Goodrian.

"Yes, the first time I took a seat." Bai Hang said.

"It may be a little weightless and tinnitus, but it will be better after a while. Your bloodline will help you adapt to this feeling quickly."

Goodrian took out a clip from the filing cabinet on the side of the sofa, pulled out a few pages of paper, and also placed a pen in front of Bai Hang: "This is a confidentiality agreement. After you sign it, I will tell you about the college."

Bai Hang picked up the contract on the table and frowned slightly. The contract was not in Chinese or English. The symbols on it were the same as those of a dog. Bai Hang said, "Do you don't have a Chinese contract?"

Ye Shengdao: "This is not a contract, it is a confidentiality agreement. It is normal for you to not understand it, because it is written in Latin and Greek. I signed it when I entered school. I was like you at the beginning and didn't know anything, but after signing it, I understood everything."

"Are you really a school?" Bai Hang took off his pen cap and signed the contract. He needed to show appropriate doubts to make him look like a normal person.

"What do you think we are like?" Guderian asked: "Multinational drug trafficking group? A foreign bacteria studio?"

Bai Hang said: "Why are they all criminal organizations?"

"I'm helping you eliminate it. At least the option I said is definitely not. First of all, I want to explain that we are all good people, and Cassel College is also a serious school. This is our school's certificate." Goodrian took out a stack of paper from the clip just now:

Bai Hang looked at it briefly and found that there was a regular university license registered by the US Department of Education, but it was just a copy. There was also their admission brochure, and the cover was printed with a semi-dead world tree. Bai Hang had seen this tree. In his nightmare, many times he dreamed that he fell from a high altitude to this tree, and his body was pierced by the hard world tree branches...
Chapter completed!