Chapter 20

The next morning, Yang Mo went to the Citibank in Donghua City to convert one million yuan into US dollars and opened an account. At noon, he went to the US embassy to apply for a visa, and by evening, he was on his way to the airport to fly to Miami, USA.

During this time, Zhou Yiyi called twenty-seven times, but Yang Mo did not answer any of them. Before boarding the plane, he even threw his phone into a trash can. For Yang Mo, all of this was in the past. Now, he only wanted to become stronger and to become a world-renowned superstar.

He no longer wanted to be insulted with money. He wanted to prove to Zhou Wenhai that even as a basketball player, he could earn more than him. Only then would Yang Mo show himself to Zhou Yiyi. Yang Mo wanted to appear as a victor, not as someone entangled in trivial romantic affairs.

Yang Mo bought a first-class ticket. Since it was a Korean Air flight, it wasn't particularly expensive. Koreans were quite shrewd; with a small population, they aggressively developed transit and long-haul services in China, and their low-price strategy indeed won them a lot of business.

The plane took off from Donghua and, after about three to four hours, landed at Busan Airport for refueling and maintenance, and to pick up a few more passengers.

The plane stayed at the airport for nearly an hour, which made Yang Mo quite restless. The flight attendants kept coming back to reassure him, but to little effect. A few burly Northeastern men were already shouting about getting their money back.

In comparison, Yang Mo remained relatively calm. After all, he had chosen the cheaper Korean flight.

While Yang Mo was waiting anxiously, the players of the Jinding team in Donghua City's stadium were in a state of despair. Each of their faces was filled with pessimism. Although they had only played one game with Yang Mo, they had already become heavily dependent on him. Without Yang Mo, they couldn't play well. As the score gap widened, they missed Yang Mo terribly, or rather, the five million yuan. At that moment, Yang Mo's status in their hearts was more important than their parents. If Yang Mo suddenly appeared in the stadium, they would probably kneel down to him.

However, unfortunately, Yang Mo was already in Korea and couldn't return. So, they could only swallow the bitter pill of defeat.

Judging a player's quality is actually most important by seeing the difference between when they are on the court and when they are not. Comparing these two games, Yang Mo undoubtedly appeared as a dominant force.

Although Yang Mo did not play in the CBA, these national team players had already proven that no one in the country could stop him.

One could say that he was the second person to challenge the NBA as a dominant force from China, the first being Yao Ming. As for Yi Jianlian and Wang Zhizhi, they did not achieve this, so they both returned in failure.

The plane waited for nearly an hour, and finally, the captain announced over the intercom that they were ready to take off. Just before takeoff, a tall woman rushed into the first-class cabin, her black dress revealing her curvaceous figure. What surprised Yang Mo was that the woman not only wore a black dress but also had a black veil over her head and a pair of oversized black sunglasses.

Is she from the Arab world?

Yang Mo couldn't help but feel surprised.

When Yang Mo was surprised, the woman in the black veil sat down next to him. After sitting, she looked around nervously, appearing very uneasy.

Seeing this, Yang Mo couldn't help but ask in English, "Miss, are you feeling okay?"

"No, thank you," the woman in the black veil nodded to Yang Mo, thanking him for his concern.

Seeing this, Yang Mo didn't continue talking to her. At that moment, the flight attendant came over to remind everyone to fasten their seatbelts.

After the passengers fastened their seatbelts, the plane slowly started and then took off. About twenty minutes later, when the plane stabilized, everyone unbuckled their seatbelts. At this point, the woman in the black veil finally removed her veil, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

Wow, she's not an Arab woman, and she's so beautiful.

Yang Mo observed her up close. Although South Korea's plastic surgery industry was well-known, he couldn't see any signs of surgery on her face.

Just as Yang Mo was amazed by the beauty of the Korean woman, the flight attendant pushed a cart over and said with a smile, "Miss Kim Tae-hee, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Mineral water, please."

The flight attendant immediately poured her a glass of water and then asked Yang Mo, "Sir, would you like anything?"

Yang Mo was still a bit dazed. The name Kim Tae-hee sounded very familiar. Looking at her face more closely, he found it even more familiar. He remembered that he had once watched a Korean drama with Yan Li, in which she starred. So, he asked the flight attendant, "Is she a Korean celebrity?"

"Yes, she is," the flight attendant nodded with a professional smile.

"Oh, no wonder she's so well-protected," Yang Mo teased Kim Tae-hee a bit and then ordered a glass of orange juice.

The flight attendant poured Yang Mo a glass of orange juice and then went to serve the other first-class passengers. Yang Mo started chatting with Kim Tae-hee, "Do Korean actors get paid well?"

Yang Mo looked good and didn't have the fanatical enthusiasm of a fan. He asked in a completely equal manner, so Kim Tae-hee didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, she felt like talking to a friend. The flight to the US would take about twenty hours, so having someone to chat with was a good thing.

"Less than in China," Kim Tae-hee shrugged, adding playfully, "My agent takes a big cut."

Yang Mo had never talked to a Korean girl before. He found Kim Tae-hee's manner of speaking and gestures very cute, which made him like her even more. He lowered his voice and teased her, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell your agent?"

"I'm planning to start my own agency," Kim Tae-hee stuck out her tongue and made a mischievous face.

Yang Mo found her incredibly cute and laughed, "Would you sign me as an artist?"

Hearing this, Kim Tae-hee immediately looked Yang Mo up and down, evaluating him, "Hmm, you look good, your build is good, and your height is good. But... your hands are too big!"

"Huh?" Yang Mo spread his hands, and Kim Tae-hee immediately put her hand next to his. Her hand was only about a third the size of his.

Yang Mo was famous for his large hands. When he was thirteen, he could already catch a ball with one hand. Once, Monkey joked with Yang Mo, "Bro, you catch a basketball like we catch a volleyball. It's too crazy. In the future, your wife will need at least a 36D to satisfy your hand feel."

"Is that a disadvantage?" Yang Mo asked with a hint of surprise.

"Of course, do you think it's easy to be an idol?" Kim Tae-hee pouted playfully, "To be an artist, you have to be perfect like me."

Although Kim Tae-hee was proud, Yang Mo didn't dislike her at all. Her pride was not arrogant but playful. Women, after all, are a bit like that.

Yang Mo originally thought the journey would be extremely boring, but unexpectedly meeting Kim Tae-hee made his mood much better. The two of them felt like old friends at first sight, and their conversation gradually deepened.

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