Liu Zhizhong was reading a newspaper, pretending not to see those two black fellows.
The flight attendant came over to ask Liu Zhizhong if he'd like something to drink, and Liu Zhizhong politely requested a glass of plain boiled water, the real hot kind.
After the flight attendant left, she continued to serve the passengers behind.
Those two black fellows walked with a natural rhythm, swaying elegantly, full of affectation. Clearly here to make a living, yet who knows why they act so high and mighty all day long?
Liu Zhizhong didn't even look at them; the steam rose from the plain water on his small tray table, and he kept reading his newspaper.
Soon, the two black fellows arrived, carrying red wine, swaying with an incredible air of arrogance.
All around Liu Zhizhong were compatriots, all gawking in amazement, anticipating what might happen next. Of course, there were also quite a few people feeling genuine fear and unable to provoke the black fellows.
