Shang Jin had lived for over twenty years, but it was the first time she heard that airports also had a VIP system. She only knew about the split between first class and economy on the plane, but she didnât know that even the waiting halls were divided into member and non-member areas.
So, Shang Jin said, âIf sheâs your VIP member, then why donât you arrange a separate place for her? Staying in the hall isnât great, is it? One moment, her stuff might get stolen; another, sheâs bothered by the noiseâhow unpleasant!â
âI am a VIP memberâwho are you to care where I stay?â The fat lady rolled her eyes and said arrogantly, âI just love staying here, watching all you poor ghosts come and goâitâs much more entertaining than watching a performance in an opera house.â
If it werenât for fear of causing a bad impression, Shang Jin really wanted to punch this woman in the face. She clenched her fists, extremely angry, and said, âCan you stop calling us âpoor ghostsâ? We are not poor ghosts! And even if we were, itâs not your place to insult us like this!â
âYouâre from Country C, arenât you?â the fat lady mocked. âThe quality of people from Country C is really low. I didnât believe it before, but after meeting you, Iâm certain that all people from Country C are unreasonable.â
Shang Jin could not accept others insulting her, let alone allow someone to insult her country. Upon hearing the fat lady say that all people from Country C were arrogant and rude, Shang Jin could no longer hold back her rage. She swung her fist, ready to hit the fat lady.
The fat lady sensed her intention and hurriedly shouted, âHelp, help! A rude person from Country C is going to hit me!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
However, Shang Jinâs fist did not land on the fat ladyâs face, because her arm was grabbed by another hand.
âTan Rou, why are you stopping me? I must teach her a lesson today!â Shang Jin blurted out in her hometown dialect, too agitated to help it.
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Tan Rou shook her head slightly and said, âThis is an airport, not your home. You canât hit people in a public place. Besides, we still have other things to do; we canât waste too much time here.â
What a hassle, she had wanted to help Agila, but before they could sort out Agilaâs issue, they had gotten themselves into new trouble.
Lang Yue had gone to change the flight schedule. She hoped that he could choose a much later time; otherwise, they really might not manage to resolve everything before the plane took off.
The fat lady covered her face, still screaming, âHelp, someone is going to hit me!â
âAre you blind?â Tan Rou couldnât help but rebuke, âWhen did we ever hit you? Youâre not tall, but you sure have a loud voice. Can you do anything other than shout? Besides calling others âpoor ghostsâ and causing a scene in public, what else can you do? What kind of lousy VIP member are you? So, getting a membership makes you a deity?â
A series of questions left the fat lady dumbfounded. She pointed at Tan Rou with her finger, âYou, you, youâ¦â
âAre you a fucking idiot?â Tan Rou cursed, âWeâve already said we would pay you, canât you just calculate how much we owe you? If your math is that bad, I can hire a teacher to educate youâmaybe for a few more years, so you wonât embarrass yourself with your poor counting skills in the future!â
âI⦠Iâ¦â The fat lady seemed to suddenly lose the ability to speak and couldnât complete a single sentence.
Instead, Tan Rou was the one who kept talking. Her pronunciation was impeccable, and she spoke very fast. Before everyone could even grasp what she had just said, she had already moved on to the next sentence.
Shang Jin was stupefied. She knew their leader was an excellent debater on the debate team but had no idea Tan Rou could talk so much in another language without repeating herself and without using many swear words when cursing someone.
She silently turned on the recorder, planning to record Tan Rouâs words and then listen to them over and over, hoping to train herself to be just as articulate.
âIâll tell you thisâyou either take the money and let us go, or we will continue to argue here. We poor ghosts have all the time in the world. Itâs just a matter of whether your precious time is worth wasting here or not,â Tan Rou said.
The fat lady listened and suddenly started to wail, âSomeone is bullying me, I want my mommy!â
Tan Rou shouted at her impatiently, âShut up, or Iâll sew your mouth shut if you keep this up!â