CHAPTER 1594: CHAPTER 1073: LOW PROFILE (PART 2)

Tong Dan sticks to a principle from start to finish: turn a blind eye.

"I’ll step out for a moment."

"Tong Dan is such a fine girl, and her parents still arrange blind dates for her, it’s just unreasonable."

After Tong Dan left, one co-pilot sighed with a smile.

"Later I’ll introduce a friend to everyone." Captain Lv spoke up.

"Captain, who is it?"

"Lv’s friend, must be someone big, right?" Another co-pilot chimed in immediately.

The basic rules of the workplace are universally present in any industry.

"Haha, you all know Yamaguchi-gumi, right?"

Yamaguchi-gumi?

The flight attendants don’t know Dongying’s top enterprises, but these three words, they’re truly renowned.

"A high-ranking son’s from the Yamaguchi-gumi, today’s spot that we’re at was arranged through him."

"Captain, you’re truly something, knowing people high up in Yamaguchi-gumi."

The flight attendants looked on with admiration.

Especially Zhang Lin, even more yearning, infatuated, her fervent gaze seemed as though it would melt someone.

Only Captain Lv didn’t pay much attention to her; what cannot be had is always restless, while what has been tasted loses its allure.

"Lv, why didn’t you say earlier that with such a connection, couldn’t we just walk sideways in Dongying?"

Flattery flew around for a moment.

Captain Lv raised his hand slightly.

"Keep it low-key. When Tong Dan’s friend comes, don’t say anything rash, don’t scare them."

Outside the nightclub.

A man paid the fare and got out of the taxi, then quickly walked towards the nightclub.

"Over here."

A shout suddenly rang out from the left.

The man turned and stopped unexpectedly.

Tong Dan raised the cigarette box in her hand, not intentionally putting on any expression, smiled gracefully and said, "I came out to buy cigarettes."

The man was surprised, caught off guard, looking at the box of ladies’ cigarettes in Tong Dan’s hand, "Miss Tong smokes?"

Tong Dan nodded casually, "Is there a problem?"

Since it was a blind date introduction, they must’ve had a basic understanding of each other’s background, but it was obvious that the fact Tong Dan was a "smoker," the other party wasn’t aware beforehand.

However, it seemed not worth being shocked about.

Girls smoking is not uncommon nowadays.

"No."

The man shook his head with a smile, moving his gaze away from the cigarette box.

Tong Dan is not one to exaggerate, her blind date indeed looked handsome, not yet thirty, but in his brown casual outfit, he seemed notably masculine, especially when smiling, revealing a small dimple that even those obsessed with looks couldn’t possibly find fault with.

"Let’s go in."

Tong Dan led him inside.

"There might be quite a crowd, you don’t mind, right?"

Even though the purpose was to prevent him from wasting time, she surely couldn’t lose politeness.

First was due to personal etiquette, secondly because if things got too ugly and the other turned to complain, her parents would be another headache.

"Why would I? More people means more fun."

The two walked into the nightclub.

"Have you been here before?"

Tong Dan asked.

"Heard about it, but this is the first time."

"Really? You don’t usually come to Tokyo on business trips?"

"Miss Tong knows I came for business, mainly for work, not much spare time."

"No matter how busy work is, it’s not possible to have no free time whatsoever, otherwise, how do you have the time tonight?"

Tong Dan tilted her head with a smile, "Not interested in such places?"

In blind date setups, men should ideally exhibit their perfect side—don’t club, be more virtuous?

Originally, this was a great chance to score points for oneself, but this excellent gentleman highly praised by the flight attendants didn’t nod as expected.

"Rarely abroad, but occasionally drink with friends back home."

"Miss Tong frequents bars?"

Tong Dan was waiting for this question, she immediately responded without hesitation, "Yes, basically come whenever I have the time, I love the club atmosphere: delightful, relaxing."

The other smiled and nodded, surprisingly not showing a trace of displeasure or dissatisfaction.

What a tough opponent.

Tong Dan thought to herself, walking towards her colleagues.

She probably couldn’t handle it alone, but tonight had many teammates.

"Hey, handsome, good to see you again."

Seeing the two arrive, the flight attendants greeted warmly, Zhang Lin gave a sexy smile totally different from that on the flight, "You are called Pan..."

"Pan Yang."

He took the initiative to introduce himself, "Hello everyone."

"Welcome, have a seat."

Captain Lv Kaiyuan greeted him.

"Smoke."

Tong Dan tossed a pack of ladies’ cigarettes on the table, a move that left everyone stunned for a moment.

"Tong Dan, you..."

A flight attendant turned her head in surprise, then quickly caught on.

As a flight attendant, their reflexes and sharpness are naturally superior; although they’ve never seen Tong Dan smoke or buy cigarettes, what had Tong Dan instructed them?

To let the other person back off in the face of difficulty, wouldn’t that be to do everything possible to create a negative impression?

Zhang Lin was the fastest, having already picked up the pack of cigarettes, then opened it and started distributing them to everyone.

Even Tong Dan wasn’t overlooked.

As expected.

Tong Dan naturally took one.

"Thanks, but I don’t smoke."

When it was finally Pan Yang’s turn, he politely refused.

Zhang Lin was surprised and laughed skeptically, "Come on? Mr. Pan never smokes, or is it because Tong Dan is here?"

This comment showed her acumen.

No blunt insults, yet the insinuation was clear in her words.

"Mr. Pan, no need to feel concerned, Tong Dan doesn’t mind,"

Tong Dan, holding a cigarette, crossed her legs and watched quietly.

"I really don’t smoke."

Pan Yang’s smile didn’t waver as he refused again.

"Mr. Pan is truly a good man; men who don’t smoke are rare these days."

A flight attendant praised him.

"Tian Xue, I don’t like what you just said. Are you saying those of us who smoke aren’t good men? Do you know that the national defense budget each year gets a substantial contribution from us smokers?"

The co-pilot joked playfully.

The atmosphere was becoming more and more pleasant.

Zhang Lin took out a lighter, skillfully holding the cigarette between two fingers; she did smoke, but when she was about to light it, she stopped.

"Tong Dan, do you need a light?"

She turned her head and asked tentatively.

Tong Dan hesitated for a moment, but at this moment, she naturally had to see the act through; she couldn’t just quit halfway, otherwise, she’d be found out.

She took the lighter.

It’s just a cigarette.

Smoking one won’t have any effect.

"Snap."

The slender ladies’ cigarette was lit.

White smoke curled upwards.

Smoking is harmful to health, but one has to admit, women who smoke do possess a unique allure.

Tong Dan definitely doesn’t smoke, but she’s quite adept at pretending. Just as she was about to add more authenticity to her act, Pan Yang suddenly asked, "Is smoking allowed here?"

In Dongying, smoking is prohibited in public places.

This includes some major nightclubs.

And since this was in a foreign country, one naturally has to be more cautious than at home.

"No worries, don’t mind it. If anyone causes trouble, I’ll handle it."

Captain Lv waved his hand confidently, giving off a strong sense of security.

A captain naturally lives up to his title.

But who was it earlier who said to keep a low profile?

"Yes, there’s nothing to worry about, the captain has many friends in Tokyo."

The flight attendants quickly chimed in.

The effect of a pretty face lies in how easily they can make men feel happy and elated with just a smile, a word, or a glance.

Captain Lv Kaiyuan led by example, first lighting a cigarette, taking a puff, then blowing out a technically challenging smoke ring. His striking appearance made him quite dashing in such a setting.

The other elite staff from the airline naturally had no more reservations.

"Tong Dan."

Zhang Lin was asking for a lighter.

In front of Pan Yang, Tong Dan lit the cigarette, then placed it to her tender red-tinted lips, took a slow drag, and exhaled slowly.

The outward performance was rendered to perfection, but it ultimately lacked the finesse.

An experienced smoker could likely see at a glance that it never reached the lungs, but it didn’t matter.

Since she didn’t actually smoke, unless they were lying, how could anyone tell?