At this, Char scratched his head sheepishly. The last time he'd flown to Paris—perhaps because it had been too long since he'd been in the pilot's seat—he'd gotten a little too excited and pulled the plane into a steep, nearly 70-degree climb on takeoff.
That one move was all it took for the boss to relegate him to the back.
'If I hadn't messed up that one time, I'd definitely be the one in the pilot's seat, sipping coffee right now. Why else would I be stuck here as co-pilot, watching the boss fly while my own hands are itching for the controls?'
The plane quickly taxied to the main runway. Just then, a voice from the control tower came through their headsets:
"Runway is all clear. Chen Meng, you are cleared for takeoff. Have a good flight."
The "Chen Meng" was the name of Fang Chenyi's private jet. He had no idea what it was called before, but when the ownership was transferred to him, he had the chance to rename it and chose this.
