Chapter 1787 - 1788: Passage

It's apparent that his impression and perception of Lin Xian are quite good, and he genuinely wants to make friends, otherwise he wouldn't be so warm.

At this moment, the young lady who had been standing next to them reminded, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for boarding. This way, please!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xian and the others stood up, carrying their suitcases, and followed behind the young lady, walking leisurely towards the boarding gate.

As S-class passengers, they could board five minutes early.

Jinling is very close to Shanghai; the flight is less than an hour.

To be honest, on such a short trip, the difference between first class and business class isn't really noticeable.

However, there was a little episode during the flight, Lin Xi and an air stewardess were having a great conversation. As they chatted, they ended up chatting in the bathroom.

After coming out, Lin Xi raised his eyebrows at Lin Xian.

From behind, Zhuang Xing witnessed this scene, unbuckled his seatbelt, and leaned lightly on Lin Xian's seat, chuckling, "Dear, want to give it a try? We haven't tried this in the air before.

See what professionalism is like?

This is professional!

No exaggeration, Zhuang took the role of a mistress to the extreme.

Honestly, Lin Xian was quite tempted by the proposal.

But he lifted his hand and glanced at his watch and eventually shook his head, saying, "Forget it, not enough time!

There's only half an hour left before the plane lands, and a few minutes before landing, the bathroom will be inaccessible.

For his fighting prowess, that amount of time is definitely insufficient.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Xing nodded earnestly in agreement.

Although they spoke quietly, first class isn't very large, so Lin Xi and the air stewardess could hear them.

Lin Xi suddenly looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face full of surprise.

Half an hour isn't enough?

And the air stewardess gently bit her lip, looking at Lin Xian with a fiery gaze.

Half an hour later, the plane landed smoothly at the airport.

Lin Xian and the four others exited the airport through the VIP channel.

Lin Xi asked, "Where's your hotel reservation?

"Shangri-La!"

After saying that, Lin Xi asked, "Aren't you going to the hotel?"

Lin Xi explained, "I need to go to my sister's place first; I'll come to the hotel in the afternoon to find you."

"Alright!"

Lin Xian nodded.

4 eyes watched Lin Xi's retreating figure, Lin Xian dragged his suitcase and quickly headed to the hotel's arranged car.

By the time they arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel, it was nearing twelve o'clock.

After leaving the luggage in the room, Lin Xian took his two little sweethearts and enjoyed a French meal.

As expected, once again it triggered a Food Critical Strike.

A free meal, net gain of 30,000!

Feeling satisfied and seeing it still being early, Lin Xian accompanied them for a stroll in the nearby shopping mall.

As soon as he entered the mall, he regretted it.

Not to mention Zhuang Xing, even the usually gentle Nie Qingqing turned into a wild horse off its reins instantly.

Ha, women!

After about an hour of shopping, a phone call from Lin Xi finally rescued him.

The exterior was extremely cool, with elegantly streamlined bodywork.

However, Lin Xian felt that this sports car wasn't assertive enough, or rather lacked a sense of impact.

This feeling mainly came from its arched front radiator.

Perhaps due to aesthetic differences, Lin Xian found it a bit comical.

After getting in the car and buckling the seatbelt, Lin Xi started the engine.

Accompanied by the beast-like roar of the engine, the Bugatti Veyron sped out of the parking lot.

Baojia Yacht Club, located by the private yacht dock on the banks of the Huangpu River near Jinmao Building in Shanghai,

was not far from Shangri-La Hotel.

Lin Xi drove the Bugatti Veyron effortlessly through the traffic.

He seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "By the way, do you have a private helicopter license?

"Private helicopter license?" Little swimming

Lin Xian was unsure why he asked that and was momentarily unresponsive.

Seeing this, Lin Xi raised his eyebrows, saying, "Why? Are you thinking of hiring an extra helicopter pilot for the yacht management team?

Upon hearing that, Lin Xian immediately came to his senses.

There's a helicopter on that super yacht, which is why Lin Xi asked.

Lin Xian was puzzled, "I remember that in our country it's strictly controlled, right? I don't think flying freely is allowed?

"It's like that on land, but it's not as strict at sea. When you go out to sea, you merely need to declare in advance, low flying on the sea is perfectly fine," Lin Xi explained.

After hearing his explanation, Lin Xian became interested, asking, "Is getting the helicopter license difficult?

Lin Xi laughed, "Not sure, I'm planning to get it too! Then we can accompany each other and get the license together."

"Sounds good, count me in!"

This family brother has a much wider network, having him around will save a lot of trouble.

Talking about it, the Bugatti Veyron had already entered the underground parking lot of the Jinmao Building.

Once parked, both took the elevator directly to the 53rd floor.

The rent at Jinmao Building isn't cheap, and Baojia Yacht Club occupies an entire floor.

Of course, the membership fee isn't cheap either, costing 5 million a year for the first three years, then gradually reducing year by year.

However, there aren't many members in the club, totaling no more than 30 people; it's insufficient to maintain daily expenses solely on membership fees.

A well-run and healthy club has its own income-generating projects.

Baojia Yacht Club also has its own way to generate income, which is by renting out members' yachts.

It's notable that for those who own yachts, they are merely tools for entertainment.

Going out to sea two or three times each year is considered frequent; some people even go out once every two or three years.

Regardless of whether the yacht goes out to sea or not, the annual maintenance, upkeep, and any team expenses remain unchanged, which is a considerable amount.

Therefore, many members are willing to let the club take care of their yachts, casually becoming hand-off bosses. They don't care how much money is made from renting the yachts; in any case, all maintenance, upkeep, and team expenses each year are covered by the club.

The rental price for luxury yachts is not cheap, often costing tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands per week.

As for super yachts, the fee is even higher.

However, some members do not want others to use their yachts, such as Lin Xian.

Of course, if you don't want to rent, you can still have the club manage the yacht, but in addition to regularly paying maintenance, upkeep, and team expenses, you also need to pay the club an additional management fee.

The entire Baojia Club is divided into two parts. One part operates like a company, primarily running the yacht rental business.

The other part is responsible for assisting club members with some procedures and transactions.

The other part is the gathering and leisure area for members, equipped with various entertainment facilities.

The leisure area was sparsely populated; besides some tall and slender beautiful young ladies, Lin Xian didn't see any other members.

Lin Xi explained, "Usually, not many people come, it's only lively during the annual gatherings."

After thinking about it, it makes sense; they are all top second-generation, with their own affairs—how could they spend all their time in the club?

Upon hearing this, Lin Xian pointed at those young ladies, chuckling, "So their job is quite relaxing, isn't it?

Nothing to do most of the days, busy just once a year, and the salary isn't low either.

When he said that, Lin Xi was slightly stunned and raised an eyebrow, "Brother, your perspective is quite unique!"

While joking around, Lin Xi led him to the leisure area.

They saw a fair-skinned, chubby young man sitting on a large sofa. He looked very young, at most 19 or 20 years old.

At the moment, he was intensely rubbing the screen on his phone, muttering nervously.

"SB Li Bai, what the hell are you farming? It's a major dragon!"

"Lu Ban, you better be doing some output!"