Chapter 613: 609. Blacklisted (Please subscribe and vote for monthly tickets)

"Brother Zhang, drink some water." Huo Zhiyuan poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Zhang Ran.

Zhang Ran took it and drank a little, easing his condition slightly.

Zhang Ran and his group did not charter a plane to go there; although it was said they were tagging along with an inspection delegation this time, the delegation departed from Beijing, and he did not travel with them.

They were only to meet up over there, and then Zhang Ran would just need to make an appearance through the inspection delegation.

Seeing that Zhang Ran seemed somewhat uncomfortable, the flight attendant hurried over to show concern, while her gaze toward Zhang Ran was somewhat unusual.

There was no helping it; two days ago, they had been notified that a VIP would be on this flight and were told they must serve the guest well and not let the VIP have any dissatisfaction.

This notice had come two days in advance, and they only knew what the VIP looked like right before the flight.

This was clearly a VIP that the higher-ups valued immensely.

It was just that the flight attendant had not expected him to be so young.

The reason they knew Zhang Ran's itinerary was also very simple: this airline was controlled by Gufeng Investment Company.

Gufeng Investment Company had made a lot of money with Zhang Ran during this period, and even without these connections, based on Zhang Ran's current status, he deserved such treatment.

"Sir, is there anything you need help with?" the flight attendant asked with a sweet smile.

Zhang Ran had just opened his mouth to speak when his expression suddenly turned ugly; the plane began to bump at this moment, making him feel flustered, while at the same time, he had a feeling of wanting to vomit in his stomach.

Huo Zhiyuan hurriedly patted Zhang Ran's back while handing an airsickness bag to him, the nervous and worried emotions on her face plain to see.

The flight attendant was even more nervous, but her professional training was there, and she quickly calmed down.

"Blegh!"

Zhang Ran finally could not hold it back and threw up directly.

After vomiting three times in a row, Zhang Ran felt a bit better, but the foul smell of the vomit had spread out.

"Fuck."

"Holy shit."

"@#￥%……"

Many people in first class showed looks of disgust, and some cursed out loud.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Zhang Ran also hurriedly apologized; since it was his own fault, he still had to apologize.

The flight attendant also hurriedly helped apologize while starting to clean up the vomit and taking out an air freshener.

The set of procedures was quite fast and proficient, and the smell soon dissipated.

"First time flying?" a man sitting in front of Zhang Ran suddenly said in English.

Zhang Ran nodded and said, "Yes, I haven't flown in a long time, sorry."

Zhang Ran finally felt a bit more comfortable.

"If you don't have money, why fly? Wouldn't it be fine to just stay in your country and travel? Are you out here to disgust people?" The man's expression suddenly changed, or rather, his expression had not been good from the start.

Zhang Ran looked at him and took a deep breath; this was indeed his fault, so he did not want to argue further and just said sorry again.

However, this person did not intend to let Zhang Ran off just like that; his mood was not very good to begin with, so having found an opportunity, he naturally would not be polite, treating Zhang Ran entirely as a punching bag.

"If you're poor, don't pretend to be a big spender. What? Sitting in first class makes you a superior person? Let me tell you, a poor loser is a poor loser." The man suddenly started speaking in Chinese again.

Zhang Ran frowned but did not speak.

"Look at you people, you're poor and yet you think you're in the right. Heh, I look down on you people, especially those from your country." The man became more agitated the more he spoke, and his words became increasingly unpleasant.

Zhang Ran looked at him and said, "You are not from Huaxia?"

"I am an American now." The man seemed to appear very proud.

Zhang Ran stopped talking; one could encounter such people at any time.

And this man was actually not a wealthy person, or rather, a year ago he was worse off than an ordinary person.

He had gone to the United States by sneaking over to work illegally, but he was lucky and was kept by a wealthy woman; he had returned this time just to show off.

But clearly, his showing off did not succeed; instead, he was humiliated.

Originally, he had come this time thinking he would win over his former goddess, or at the very least show off in front of her and despise her judgment.

However, he discovered that the goddess was still a goddess, having become a high-level executive with an annual salary of a million through her own abilities.

Furthermore, he did not know how the fact that he was being kept by someone had been spread, and he was exposed on the spot; in a fit of shame and anger, he prepared to sneak away.

He was harboring a grudge in his heart, and now that he had encountered Zhang Ran's situation, he naturally would not be polite with his words, using him as a vent for his anger.

If he didn't vent his anger, how could he go see his old baby? He couldn't bring his bad temper to his old baby.

One had to know that this trip to South Africa was for his old baby to travel and relax, so he had to serve her well.

Such people were rare, but not strange; Zhang Ran could not be bothered to lower himself to his level.

However, this person had no intention of letting Zhang Ran off, chattering on and on, his words becoming more and more unpleasant.

Although others were also dissatisfied because of Zhang Ran's vomiting, seeing the man act like this, they all frowned.

Watching his incessant chattering, Zhang Ran suddenly said, "Are you done yet?"

Seeing that Zhang Ran seemed a bit angry, the man said with disdain, "Done yet? Heh, you really have no class, no wonder..."

Zhang Ran was truly too lazy to listen to him continue; he had already apologized for what he should have, yet this person was still relentless, and what was with that high-and-mighty attitude?

"Take him away, send him to economy class, and tell your boss to put this person on the blacklist," Zhang Ran said indifferently to the flight attendant.

The flight attendant had also been trying to dissuade him, but clearly, it had no effect at all; the man had directly ignored the flight attendant.

Before the flight attendant could speak, the man sneered, "Who do you think you are? Put me on a blacklist? Heh..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the flight attendant's sweet voice ring out, "Excuse me, sir, please come with us now."

"What do you mean by this?" The man's expression changed instantly.

The flight attendant's smile remained, but she said, "Sir, the meaning is very clear. Please do not make things difficult for us, and starting from today, you have become a blacklisted customer of our company; at the same time, we will also notify other airlines.

If nothing goes wrong, you should also be blacklisted by them simultaneously."

The flight attendant's words were also not polite in the slightest; she had already found this man disgusting just now—what kind of person was he?

Just because of a tiny United States citizenship, he dares to spout such nonsense here; if it weren't for the fact that she shouldn't use foul language during work hours, she would have already been spewing profanities.

Once these words were spoken, the others nearby were also stunned; who is this person?