Zhao Yihan's body stiffened slightly at the pat, then she pursed her lips and smiled.
The smile was uncontrollable, her eyes and brows brimming with smugness.
"How annoying, I don't need to wipe anything. I'll go get busy then; call me anytime if you need anything..."
After speaking, she gave Jiang Cheng another flirtatious glance before turning to leave, satisfied.
The fastest direct flight from Kyoto to Chengdu is about 2 hours and 45 minutes.
There was a little over an hour left until they reached their destination.
Jiang Cheng wasn't in a hurry to do anything else.
Setting aside the fact that his three brothers were outside, even if the time was divided, it wouldn't be enough for these two restless ones... Once she left, Jiang Cheng slowly walked toward the sofa.
Wang Congcong and the other two heard the footsteps and looked up at him in unison.
At this moment, the looks in their eyes were a bit off, and Wang Congcong even raised an eyebrow directly.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the cards in their hands.
"Holy shit, are you guys actually playing Fight the Landlord?"
Seeing Jiang Cheng say that, the three of them tossed their cards onto the table in perfect unison.
Leaning back against the sofa, their expressions were incredibly meaningful.
"What else?" Wang Congcong spread his hands. "If we don't play cards when our hands are itching, what are we three grown men supposed to do? What should we be doing?"
After hearing this, Jiang Cheng immediately stifled a laugh, sat down on a single-seater sofa, and crossed his legs.
"Sigh, don't say that, this question really stumps me a bit... But my sofa is modified; it has a full set of speakers and lighting. Once the DJ station and bar are opened, it's a total Cloud clubbing experience!"
"The three of us already toured it earlier, but like I said, we're not in the mood."
After Wang Congcong finished, Qin Fen took over: "It's just that I'm afraid Old Wang will get drunk later and won't be able to tell up from down..."
What a "can't tell up from down." Jiang Cheng instantly burst out laughing.
Wang Zheng immediately took offense and took a sip of the red wine on the table.
He barked back: "Brother Qin, I don't have that hobby of yours. Besides, 'not telling up from down' is a function only Girls have. Keep your asshole for the Girls to play with..."
"Play with your head! You think I play as wildly as you do..."
Wang Zheng replied with a grin: "Speaking of which, I haven't looked into how much the salary of these private jet Flight Attendants differs from regular ones before..."
Wang Congcong and Qin Fen didn't mention Wang Zheng's comment about Zhao Yihan either.
Qin Fen took over: "When I use My Father's plane, I use the randomly assigned Flight Attendants, which are cheaper. But even then, they can earn around ten thousand per trip, which is definitely better than the salary of a regular civil aviation Flight Attendant."
Wang Congcong added: "That's right. A regular airline Flight Attendant's salary is divided into three parts: base salary, flight hour fees, and subsidies. For a newly hired intern, the base salary is only two or three thousand. Including hour fees, they make at most eight to twelve thousand a month."
"Even for an intermediate Flight Attendant who has flown for two or three years, the annual salary is only 150,000 to 250,000, averaging a bit over 10,000 a month. For a domestic short-haul flight, the hourly fee is just tens to a hundred-odd yuan. Working yourself to death for a month isn't as good as what a private jet Flight Attendant earns in one trip."
At this point, he shifted gears and returned to the previous topic: "The most basic private jet setup is what Qin Fen mentioned—temporary random dispatch, hiring Flight Attendants from general aviation companies. They get paid per flight. For one flight, an attendant gets about eight to twelve thousand. A round trip counts as twice. If it's a long-haul transoceanic flight, subsidies are extra. It's almost equivalent to a regular airline Flight Attendant's monthly salary. Isn't that a huge gap?"
Wang Zheng's eyes lit up as he leaned in to ask: "Then for two Flight Attendants, a round trip would be around forty to fifty thousand, and that's not even counting the pilot's price... Brother Cheng, yours clearly look exclusive. They're so considerate; it doesn't look like their first time serving you. How much does one flight like this cost?"
"It's not that expensive, just..."
Seeing Jiang Cheng hold up ten fingers, Wang Zheng was a bit surprised: "One hundred thousand per person? That's so expensive?"
"One hundred thousand is indeed expensive. Were you scammed?" Wang Congcong asked.
Jiang Cheng swirled a glass of warm water with his fingertips and replied nonchalantly, his tone carrying a bit of casual confidence: "Oh, you're talking about the official flight prices. Seeing your lewd expression, I thought..."
Once Wang Zheng snapped out of it, his expression instantly crumbled.
"I'm disgusted. Brother Cheng, you truly are an old pervert. I just subconsciously emphasized the word 'flight'..."
Before he could finish grumbling, Wang Zheng froze. "Wait, you said one hundred thousand per flight! So both of these Flight Attendants are..."
Jiang Cheng glanced at him, said nothing, and just curled the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this expression, the three of them stood up immediately.
Wang Sicong clutched his chest and took a step back.
"I'm disgusted."
Qin Fen also backed away: "Me too."
Seeing both of them retreat, Wang Zheng also took a step back: "Then... should I be disgusted too?"
Wang Sicong looked at Jiang Cheng helplessly: "Brother Cheng, you letting us take this flight was intentional, wasn't it?"
Jiang Cheng smiled and spread his hands: "Am I that kind of person?"
"Yes, you are!" the three of them complained in unison.
The three took a deep breath, looked at the two Flight Attendants, and finally at Chloe, who was taking photos.
Three.
If he did three on this plane, he'd really be flying high...
"Why did I take your private jet?" Wang Congcong muttered to himself. "I should have gone with my Alaskan Malamute through pet cargo."
After some joking around, the group finally sat down.
Qin Fen then asked: "Brother Cheng, is yours a long-term assignment or exclusive support?"
"It was a long-term assignment at first, but now it's exclusive support."
These two sound similar, but in reality, their value is quite different.
A long-term assignment means signing a long-term agreement with a general aviation Company.
With this, you can also specify your favorite fixed Flight Attendants to stay with your plane.
Normally, whether you fly or not, you have to pay a service fee to the general aviation Company every month.
Adding in the base salary and social security for these two Flight Attendants, one attendant costs about thirty to fifty thousand a month.
Two would be sixty to one hundred thousand.
Over a year, this part alone would exceed seven or eight hundred thousand.
Exclusive support is clearly more expensive than a long-term assignment.
That means signing the Flight Attendants directly under your own name, equivalent to being a personal assistant and Flight Attendant.
This way, they no longer belong to any general aviation Company.
All expenses must be covered by yourself.
Salary, bonuses, accommodation, physical exams, and even medical beauty and skincare—everything has to be taken care of...
An exclusive Flight Attendant can't be maintained without 1.5 to 2 million a year.
Two would be over three million.
The second time Jiang Cheng had sex with Chen Jiaxue, he signed a long-term assignment agreement with the airline.
But after feeding the two Girls at Wujie last time, it had been changed to exclusive support.
So now, Chen Jiaxue and Zhao Yihan are both Jiang Cheng's exclusive private Flight Attendants.
Meaning both are supported by Jiang Cheng.
Of course, because of their special relationship, they not only have a base salary, but all their expenses—big or small, like shopping—are reimbursed by Jiang Cheng.
Wang Zheng clicked his tongue in amazement and subconsciously looked at Zhao Yihan's back.
He muttered: "No wonder these two Flight Attendants are so close to Brother Cheng."
Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up, and he said no more, just looking up at Chen Jiaxue, who was walking over.
Chen Jiaxue held a cup of freshly brewed tea and handed it to him, her voice soft: "Young Master Jiang, your tea. The temperature is just right."
Only after speaking did she place the tea for Wang Congcong and the others in front of them.
However, when facing them, Chen Jiaxue's expression was clearly much more professional.
Looking at the natural and intimate manner between the two.
The three of them exchanged glances, the jealousy in their eyes growing even stronger.
Seeing Chen Jiaxue turn and leave, Qin Fen couldn't help but grumble: "Damn it, I'll tell My Father later to sign a long-term assignment. Otherwise, every time I fly and see those wooden Flight Attendants, I'm not in the mood."
Wang Congcong sneered: "With your father's stinginess, would he agree to you spending hundreds of thousands a year to sign Flight Attendants? Stop dreaming; you might as well buy a plane for yourself..."
Wang Zheng nodded along, his eyes unconsciously drifting to Zhao Yihan again.
With a look of longing: "If I could have Flight Attendants like this following me, I'd be willing even if it meant playing less a couple of times."
Qin Fen took over: "Exactly. Once this business with the Company is over, I'll order one!"
"By the way, speaking of the Company, Brother Cheng, the person who was chatting with you over there before we boarded seemed to be from the Lin family. He looked a bit like Lin Chen..."