"What?! The new Chairman!! Boss, you’re not kidding me, are you?!"

Fang Chenyi glanced at the frantic Hao Jianren and couldn’t help but smirk. ’Looks like the news has finally come down,’ he thought. ’But it sure took long enough.’

Just as he was thinking, Hao Jianren hung up the phone. He immediately threw himself at Fang Chenyi’s feet, dropping to his knees with a THUD. Then, with snot and tears streaming down his face, he pleaded:

"Chairman! I was blind and failed to recognize greatness! I truly didn’t know you were the new Chairman! I was wrong, I know I was wrong! Please, just let me go like a fart in the wind! I’m begging you!!"

’It wasn’t that Hao Jianren had no backbone. The main reason was that he’d committed far too many crimes. If this new Chairman truly decided not to let him off the hook, his ultimate fate would be eating free meals and living in a free room for the rest of his life.’

"Get up. A grown man should be able to face the consequences of his actions. Groveling on the ground won’t earn you any sympathy. We’ll discuss the rest when your boss gets here."

Fang Chenyi’s voice wasn’t loud, but this time, it struck Hao Jianren’s ears like a clap of thunder.

「About three minutes passed.」

A black car sped over. It screeched to a halt not far from the group, and a middle-aged man in a suit came running out.

From a distance, the man began to size up the crowd, his gaze quickly locking onto the young man in the center holding a woven bag.

The young man with the woven bag looked exactly like the photo in the file. He was not only handsome but also had a distinguished air about him.

’Even holding a woven bag, his overall image wasn’t diminished in the slightest. I really don’t know how that fool Hao Jianren managed to mistake him for a scrap collector!’

’Of course, this was only because he now knew the other party was his new Chairman. If he had seen him on the street on any other day, he believed his judgment wouldn’t have been much different from Hao Jianren’s.’

"Chairman, hello, hello! I’m the head of our group’s Paris branch. My name is Gou Xiong. I didn’t know you were here. My apologies, Chairman!"

Fang Chenyi said nothing, simply watching him with a faint, unreadable smile.

This made the already anxious Gou Xiong even more terrified.

After a long moment, Gou Xiong seemingly couldn’t take it anymore. He slapped the back of Hao Jianren’s head, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"You’ve got some nerve, daring to block the Chairman’s plane! Apologize to the Chairman at once!"

At that moment, the ever-smiling Fang Chenyi spoke coolly:

"If I’m not mistaken, he’s just a supervisor in the maintenance department, right? Has it come to the point where a maintenance supervisor can now direct runway traffic?"

Without giving him a chance to respond, Fang Chenyi spoke again:

"Call the number two person in charge here. Tell them to come see me."

Gou Xiong’s heart sank. ’Call the vice president over? What does that mean? Is he planning to fire me?’

Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to follow Fang Chenyi’s instructions.

Soon, the number two person in charge rushed over in a panic.

Looking at the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses, Fang Chenyi was a little surprised. "You’re the group’s number two person in charge here?"

The woman looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six and was quite beautiful. Hearing Fang Chenyi’s question, she replied respectfully at once:

"Yes, Chairman. My name is Ma Li. I was transferred by the group last year to be the number two person in charge."

Seeing her respectful yet dignified demeanor, Fang Chenyi nodded in satisfaction. "Good. From now on, you’re in full charge here."

After speaking, he turned to look at Gou Xiong and Hao Jianren. "You two, go back and pack your things. Report to the group headquarters first."

With that said, he paid the crowd no more mind and turned to walk back to his plane with Char.

After Fang Chenyi left, Gou Xiong and Hao Jianren looked at each other, a hint of pleasant surprise appearing on their faces. ’It seems the Chairman isn’t going to pursue the matter of us stealing plane parts. Or maybe, he doesn’t even know about it at all.’

「Meanwhile, back with Fang Chenyi.」

Back on the plane, he looked at the antiques that had packed it full. He was rendered somewhat speechless.

He walked back down from the plane and turned his gaze to Bai Menghan.

"Menghan, how about we take a commercial flight back? Not only is our plane full, but we also don’t have many supplies prepared. We might as well take a regular airliner. Haha, and we can get free airplane food."

Naturally, Bai Menghan wasn’t going to object to Fang Chenyi’s suggestion.

And so, Fang Chenyi handed the plane over to Char’s team. He then called the newly appointed Ma Li and asked her to arrange a flight back to their home country.

As luck would have it, a flight from Paris to the Capital was scheduled to take off in ten minutes.

Because the entirety of Southern Airlines belonged to Fang Chenyi’s family, even though the cabin doors had already been closed, Ma Li drove the two of them directly to the foot of the plane.

Seeing two more people boarding at this time, the passengers on the plane couldn’t help but start murmuring among themselves.

"Whoa, the plane’s about to take off. How are people still getting on?"

"Didn’t you see they’re heading to first class? No need to even ask, they must have connections."

"Look at how they’re dressed. You can tell they’re rich just by looking at them."

"Sigh, what has society come to? The rich can really do whatever they want!"

Listening to the murmurs, Fang Chenyi felt rather embarrassed, but he didn’t pay them too much mind. After all, it’s not like he could go back and announce to everyone that his family owned the airline.

Just like that, following the flight attendant, Fang Chenyi and Bai Menghan arrived in the first-class cabin.

But just as they stepped into first class, they saw a familiar face.

"Huh? Brother Fang, what are you two doing here?"

Following the voice, he saw it was none other than the stout man from before.

Fang Chenyi hadn’t expected to run into the stout man here.

He owed the man a debt of gratitude from the auction that morning. If it weren’t for him, his Picasso sketchbook might have been bought at a low price by that old foreign man.

’I was just thinking about how I should properly thank this brother when I got back home, and now we’ve ended up on the same flight. It must be fate.’

"Brother, why are you heading back in such a hurry? Didn’t I hear you say you were going to stay and have fun in Paris for a few more days?"

Hearing Fang Chenyi’s question, the stout man glanced around nervously before lowering his voice to say:

[To be continued...]