That night, they chatted until almost two in the morning. Zhou Qichen told him about his experience on this trip home, the people on his father's side, and some past events with his parents and sister. It was difficult to start talking, but once he started talking, he couldn't stop. It was exactly the same as the time when Lang Feng went to the hospital to find him and he told him the story.
Later, he followed suit and asked Lang Feng: "I've been talking about me for a long time, what about you? What do you want?"
Lang Feng answered smoothly, as if he had prepared the answer long ago and was just waiting for Zhou Qichen to ask him: "What I want is very simple. First, you treat yourself well. Second, you treat me well and don't treat me as an outsider." The second half of his sentence was very clear and powerful, and Zhou Qichen felt his ears burning when he heard it.
"Lanting is my friend, he is a straight man..."
"It has nothing to do with Lanting, and it has nothing to do with whether he is straight or not. Between you and me, we are partners and relatives. If something happens, you should tell me first."
This time it was Zhou Qichen's turn to be speechless. He was indeed wrong in this matter, and he was the one who avoided it first. He bowed his head to apologize and looked away - Lang Feng's eyes were too penetrating. He was almost never wrong. He usually radiated dazzling confidence. When arguing with anyone, as long as they made eye contact with him, they would be defeated involuntarily.
In the end, Lang Feng gave him a way out: "I know you are not used to it, and no one asked you to do this before. Take your time..."
It was Zhou Qichen who took the initiative to say: "You have to do it even if you are not used to it. If people only do what they are used to, they will just eat and wait for death."
Lang Feng nodded and said, "You can just say a little bit, or you can say that there is such a thing, but I don't want to talk about it in depth now... I will give you enough space, and you should have this confidence in me."
Zhou Qichen listened to him and suddenly remembered something, so he took the initiative to speak: "Speaking of which... there is something I haven't told you. You should also know that HNA has bought more than 20 330s and they are to be delivered a few months in advance. Previously, the leaders asked me to modify them, but I didn't agree. I thought it would be easier to put a captain on the 320. Besides, if I also fly international routes, I will be away for two or three days, so we will have even less chance to see each other."
"When did this happen?"
"It must have been two or three weeks ago."
"Thank you for thinking about us... But if something like this happens in the future, you have to tell me. If you don't tell me, I will never know."
He said it calmly, and it was reasonable. At this time, Zhou Qichen thought about it this time, so he turned over and looked into his eyes.
In the end, Lang Feng was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting each other. Zhou Qichen saw it and told him to go to bed quickly.
But Langfeng still insisted: "But we haven't come up with a remote solution..."
"You have to go back to Singapore tomorrow. You said you felt sorry for me, and I felt sorry for you too. If I can't guarantee you enough sleep, KLM will hold me responsible for making you travel all this way."
Lang Feng had already changed his clothes and was lying on his pillow. He shook his head and said, "No way. KLM wants pilots like you. Your utilization is estimated to be 95%. You should be able to get 120% now, but they won't let you fly at the legal limit. Our demand is not huge, and it's slow for young pilots to be promoted to captain. You can be promoted to captain first and then come over." Zhou Qichen thought to himself, Lang Feng is worthy of being a man with a Gantt chart for his love life. Not only has he planned his own life, but he has also planned his with these two sentences.