Mysterious Revival-Chapter 395 - 394 The Movement in the Warehouse

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Yang Jian boarded the plane and was arranged by the airline’s representative to sit in first class.

Of course, it was free.

But aside from having better seats and fewer people, first class wasn’t much different; it didn’t offer the kind of luxury he had imagined.

During the wait, several passengers gradually took their seats, men and women dressed brightly and beautifully, clearly the elite and successful class of society. Yang Jian just gave them a cursory glance then didn’t pay much attention, preferring instead to look at magazines, play with the tablet on his seat, and pass the time.

The man sitting next to him in a suit saw Yang Jian’s restless behavior and couldn’t help but laugh and ask, "Is this your first time on a plane, friend?"

"You could say it’s my first time, how did you know?" Yang Jian turned and glanced at him.

"That’s how first-timers act, curious, looking around, touching everything for a sense of novelty. Once you’ve flown enough, it becomes like taking the bus, just like me, getting on and wanting to sleep right away," said the man in the suit.

Yang Jian nodded and said, "I see, thanks for the heads up. Looks like I should travel out of town more often and catch a few more flights."

The man in the suit, seeing this, said again, "Friend, that’s not what I meant. I’m saying I want to sleep now, can you keep it down a bit? Although I don’t mind you personally, I hope you can respect the other passengers, is that okay?"

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"Do people always talk in such a roundabout way nowadays? I thought you wanted to chat."

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment; with little social experience, he couldn’t immediately grasp what the man was getting at.

The man in the suit chuckled, a mocking tone in his laughter.

Yang Jian replied, "But I haven’t spoken out loud to disturb you, right? If my flipping through a magazine or tapping on a tablet is bothering your rest, then you should head to the cockpit and ask the pilot to turn off the engines, because those are much louder than any noise I’m making. Oh, and about sleep, I know some very authoritative experts and professors in Dachang City, very famous in the country, with lots of experience in treating insomnia and neurasthenia."

"Hehe."

The nearby passengers couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this.

This young fellow immediately struck back. Say what you will, but the kid’s got spirit.

The man’s face soured instantly.

A sexy woman with sunglasses in the next cabin leaned over with a curious smile and asked, "Handsome, what do you do for a living?"

Handsome?

Hearing this, Yang Jian, who initially hadn’t intended to engage, instantly replied, "Me? I don’t do much, just working for a rather stingy department, running errands. But thankfully, I have a side job. Ever heard of the Big Boss of Dachang City? I control a city’s territory, people call me Brother Tui. If you ever come to Dachang City, mention my name; it’ll be useful for whatever you’re doing."

"No wonder you’re so without class, when it comes down to it, you’re just a thug. And you sure love to boast. Why don’t you claim you’re one of Dachang City’s leaders?" The man in the suit shook his head slightly.

Yang Jian looked at him and remarked, "This boss here seems to be filled with mysterious confidence. May I inquire what is your line of work?"

"I’m only a regional general manager of a well-known company," the man in the suit replied.

Yang Jian nodded, "I apologize, I thought you were the boss. Turns out you’re a worker just like me; we’re the same after all. I really don’t know where your confidence comes from. But when it comes to managing matters in Dachang City, not to brag, but I can handle things even its leaders can’t."

"So, you actually made a name for yourself in Dachang City?" The man in the suit seemed surprised by Yang Jian’s words.

This didn’t sound like mere boasting. Either the guy really had the skills, or he was simply delusional.

"Just making a living, nothing special," Yang Jian waved his hand modestly.

The man in the suit laughed immediately, taking the slightest courtesy as an invitation for impudence. Perhaps this person had achieved something, but that was probably all. A person from the lower stratum, lacking manners and education – lowering oneself to interact with such people was to degrade one’s own status.

"Speaking of Dachang City, I recently watched a livestream featuring a streamer named Brother Wai; he’s quite popular. He claims to be from Dachang City too, do you know him?" the sexy female passenger suddenly asked with a laugh.

Yang Jian turned and said, "Zhang Wei is so famous online now? I didn’t know that. But yes, he’s my classmate, so do you think we know each other?"

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The woman laughed again, "Well, that guy claims to be the son of a billionaire, throwing giveaways for phones, computers, and once even gave away a sports car on his stream – it was on the news. His viewers now call him the foolish son of a landlord family."

"..." Yang Jian’s mouth twitched, "Sounds about right, the foolish son of a landlord family."

He hadn’t expected Zhang Wei to be so extravagant online. No wonder he hadn’t been around to play games; he had been busy streaming instead.

Yet such wastefulness hadn’t gotten him killed by Zhang Xiangu.

It seemed there was no doubt he was a legitimate son.

At that moment, the man in the suit spoke again, "But you, so young and already mixing with society, you won’t have much of a future. I’d advise you to spend your time studying, improve your personal cultivation. It’s better to work for a reputable company than anything else. Going down crooked paths will lead to trouble sooner or later, and then you’ll only have yourself to blame."

His tone was earnest, seemingly for Yang Jian’s benefit, but it was particularly grating.

This wasn’t sincere advice; it was mockery, pure and simple.

Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly, "Educated people really are different, talking in circles, hiding behind words. But go ahead and insult me directly instead of doing it under the guise of being nice – that’s what makes it uncomfortable. Do you think I should be angry, or shouldn’t I?"

The man was briefly taken aback.

"Apologize, and we’ll consider the matter settled," Yang Jian said, tapping forcefully on the armrest next to him.

The woman with the sunglasses seemed intrigued; she felt that, in a flash, this young man had transformed completely.

He seemed dangerous yet powerful.

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It was as if he had transformed in an instant from a young man fresh out of society into a fierce beast that could hunt down people at any moment, sending shivers down one’s spine.

"Such a unique person," thought the sexy female passenger, alarmed.

The man in the suit saw Yang Jian’s demeanor but shook his head with a smile, choosing to ignore it.

As expected, a thug is a thug, getting riled up over just a few words.

He’s got quite an imposing aura, but it doesn’t scare me.

Yang Jian, seeing the man’s attitude—scolding someone and then acting as if nothing had happened—immediately frowned and stood up.

The passengers nearby immediately got ready to watch the excitement.

This man in a suit represented the typical case of compensating for a lack of intelligence with emotional intelligence. Though he spoke with some restraint and knew how to mask his words, who couldn’t hear the insult? It’s not like others are fools.

"Brother Tui, calm down, calm down. It’s not worth bothering with such a petty person who gets carried away by a little wealth. I wanted to beat him up just listening to that guy’s words earlier—the way he preaches is downright disgusting. He must be used to throwing his weight around in the company; he hasn’t been tempered by society’s hard knocks and doesn’t know how to restrain himself outside," said someone.

Suddenly, a slightly overweight middle-aged man came forward with a smile and stopped Yang Jian.

"Do you know me?" Yang Jian paused and looked at the unfamiliar middle-aged man.

"No, no, I don’t know you. Today should be our first meeting. Here’s my business card. I hope to become friends with you, Brother Tui," the plump middle-aged man hurriedly said, handing over his personal business card.

Yang Jian glanced at it: "Wan Delu?"

He flipped it over, but there was no additional information on the back.

"What do you do?"

Wan Delu said with a smile, "I’m in the catering business. I run Wande Catering."

Wande Catering?

The color drained slightly from the face of the man in the suit nearby. This was a nationally franchised restaurant chain that had gone public, with a market value of tens of billions.

Immediately, he stealthily searched on his phone.

When he saw the clear information, his eyes sharpened.

Wan Delu, the legal representative, shareholder, chairman, and general manager of Wande Catering, followed by some peripheral news about Wan Delu’s donations and rumors of improper relations with a celebrity.

"Wande Catering, I haven’t heard of it," said Yang Jian. "I have heard of KFC, though, and I often eat there."

"Just a small business, nothing to speak of, nothing at all," Wan Delu said with a modest laugh.

Yang Jian said, "We’ll talk later. I have some personal grievances to deal with right now."

"Why bother with someone brainless like him? Don’t get angry. Sit down, Brother Tui, sit down," Wan Delu said, familiarly playing the mediator.

Yang Jian found himself with little to say at this point; after all, one does not slap a smiling face, and it was hard to stay angry when someone was being so polite.

Meanwhile, the man in the suit looked uncomfortable, his face as if he had lost his parents. He was insulted left and right by Wan Delu as a "worthless cur" and a "small-minded person" and didn’t dare to retort, knowing he couldn’t afford to offend the head of a billion-dollar company.

"What’s their relationship? Why would a billionaire boss stand up for a thug like that?"

Though not fully understanding the situation, there was a vague sense that this ’Brother Tui’ was no simple thug.

Definitely not just any thug.

Otherwise, Wan Delu would not be so courteous to him.

Amidst this unpleasant disturbance, the plane had already started its engines. However, some turbulence was inevitable upon takeoff.

This turbulence was insignificant to the passengers.

But in the cargo hold of the plane, a cold aura had begun to grow denser by the moment, deepening the surrounding darkness.

Inside a suitcase, an inconspicuous black urn was tilted by the plane’s movement, its lid opening slightly.

It seemed this was the source of the chilling aura.

Inexplicably, a vague figure slowly emerged from the urn.

"Bang! Bang!"

Shortly thereafter, dull thumping sounds came from within the suitcase, as if something inside was struggling to break free.

A normal suitcase could not withstand such an extraordinary impact.

Soon enough.

The suitcase deformed and cracked open, something appeared to escape from its confines.

Afterward, the cargo hold returned to calm, but the cold aura began to slowly seep into the passenger cabin.