As he looked at the pretty young lady on the plane, Han Songlin couldn't help but marvel. How come flight attendants, who are also waitresses, give people the impression that they are more high-end and elegant? Well, not just a little more!
In people's minds, flight attendants can be considered to be at the top of the service industry.
No matter who it is, as long as they reach the top of the industry, they will become different.
Just like the garbage collector, if you reach the top of your industry, your status will change.
You'll become an entrepreneur!
After boarding the plane, Han Songlin quickly went straight to sleep.
Whether it's a car, train, high-speed train or plane, one good thing about Han Songlin is that he can fall asleep quickly while on it.
This is a good thing.
When he woke up again, it was already time for the meal to be served.
The food on the plane is not delicious, and apart from the fact that it is prepared, the reason is that the human taste system is affected by being at high altitude.
It is not the future where the bread, burgers and even small pieces of cake on the plane are wrapped in tin foil.
The food on the plane nowadays can be described as luxurious, with high-end ingredients such as abalone, as well as red wine, cocktails, Longjing tea and Puer tea.
I always thought that the future would be better than the present, but that's not necessarily the case. Just looking at the food on offer now has really refreshed Han Songlin's perception.
I heard that in the 1970s and 1980s, Maotai and special airline cigarettes were also served on planes?
People always say that the food on planes isn't tasty, and experts have even gone out of their way to say that it's because the taste system is affected at high altitudes.
That's simply not the case. At least Han Songlin now thinks that the food served on planes tastes really good.
It turns out that this future airline has cut back on food supplies in order to save costs.
When airlines in Europe and the United States first started, they even moved ovens and kitchens into the cabin, and the chef pushed a trolley to cut the salmon for you on the spot, along with red wine, fruit, and pastries.
To put it bluntly, when airplanes first started, they weren't something that just anyone could afford to fly.
Naturally, the food on board was very well-configured at that time.
When flying became a common mode of transport, cheaper ticket prices were more attractive to ordinary passengers than luxury meals, so naturally airlines had to save costs.
That said, in first class, luxury meals are still provided.
To put it bluntly, you get what you pay for.
Han Songlin was not surprised by the sumptuous meal; to him, no matter how high-end the meal, it was just ordinary food.
After all, no matter how luxurious the meal, it's just food that comes out of your stomach and ends up as shit.
Soon after the meal was over, the plane began its descent.
A few months ago, Han Songlin had just visited the capital, and this time, he came by plane, unlike his previous trip, which he took by train.
His status had also undergone a huge change.
Han Songlin couldn't help but feel a little sigh of relief and a hint of pride in his expression.
As soon as he exited the airport, Han Songlin saw someone holding a sign waiting for someone.
Or rather, there were too many people holding signs.
Han Songlin noticed just one person, because on the sign it said, 'Han Songlin, Fule Liquor.'
Someone from the Football Association?
To be honest, Han Songlin was not really familiar with the capital.
Naturally, he had no idea where the Football Association actually had its offices.
So Han Songlin simply walked over and said with a smile, 'I'm Han Songlin, and you are?'
'Hello, Mr. Han, I'm Zhao Jian from the Football Association.'
'Hello, Zhao Jian!' Han Songlin smiled and shook hands with the young man, who didn't look his age.
It seemed that he had just graduated from university.
Moreover, judging by his accent, he was not a native of Jingcheng.
It was easy to tell the difference between the speech of a native of Jingcheng and that of a non-native, and the latter usually spoke standard Mandarin.
Zhao Jian offered to take Han Songlin's suitcase, which actually didn't contain much, just a few change of clothes.
It was already December, and the capital was already cold.
Moreover, in the 1990s, it was even colder than it would be in the future.
At this time, global warming was not yet a serious issue.
'Mr. Han, the meeting is at 10am tomorrow, so let me take you to the hotel first?'
Han Songlin let the guest decide: 'Sure, I'll rest at the hotel for a while!'
Han Songlin sometimes really admired people who flew around every day.
Or is it just a matter of getting used to being tired?
At the hotel, Han Songlin met Wu Di and Li Wenjie.
As for Yu Dongfeng, the general manager of the team?
He would not be attending external activities, and would only be responsible for the team's competitive side.
'Old Wu, we meet again!'
Wu Di was not unhappy that Han Songlin addressed him like this; on the contrary, he felt a little happy inside, which showed that everyone was on the same side.
Han Songlin knew very well that it was still very important to maintain good relations with the local football association.
They could help solve a lot of problems, but they could also ruin you.
Harmony is precious is the current standard for Han Songlin's behaviour. If you make a lot of friends, then everything will go much more smoothly, won't it?
Wu Di looked Han Songlin over carefully: 'You've gone a bit dark after your trip to Guangdong!'
'No choice. Guangdong doesn't nurture people, but Shu does.' Han Songlin knew that Wu Di was from Shu, otherwise he would not have said that.
'Haha, that's true!' If you want to nurture people, Shu really deserves the reputation, otherwise the old saying would not have said that few people enter Shu.
In fact, the living conditions in Shu are, on the whole, quite comfortable.
Early the next morning, Han Songlin got up early. After doing a hundred push-ups in his room, he slowly took another shower, got dressed, and went out to the restaurant for breakfast.
To be honest, the food provided by the hotel was really quite interesting.
The expensive things of the future were now just ordinary things on the hotel menu.
Things like game meat, for example, were really just game meat.
Han Songlin glanced at it and lost interest.
The most suitable food for humans has actually been served on our tables for a long time.
As for so-called game, apart from being novel, they are really not tasty.
'Boss!'
Breakfast at the hotel is buffet style, and Han Songlin is constantly loading his plate.
He looks at Li Wenjie sideways, and Han Songlin is a little surprised: 'You got up pretty early!'
'Hey, now that I'm getting older, I don't sleep much! But you, boss, are you always up this early?'
Han Songlin shook his head with a smile: 'Mainly, the soundproofing in this hotel is not very good. By the way, apart from people from our Sichuanese side, have people from other places come?'
The soundproofing is not good?
Li Wenjie was a little puzzled. What did Han Songlin hear last night?
'They came a long time ago and are also staying in the hotel.'
'Oh!'