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"Are you sure?" Ye Mingshang looked at them with a strange expression.
The scale showing fifty kilograms was definitely incorrect; it wasn't that their scale was malfunctioning, but rather that he hadn't allowed the entire weight of the ink gun to rest on it.
"Uh... we need to measure the accurate weight, so please loosen your grip. You can support it, but don't apply force," the Flight Attendant said uncertainly.
The scale wasn't very large, and there was no way to lay the two-meter-long ink gun horizontally on it, so he had to hold it.
Ye Mingshang helplessly reduced the pressure in his hand.
As his palm gradually relaxed, the digital scale's numbers quickly began to rise.
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred!
This scale could only measure a maximum of eight hundred jin, which is four hundred kilograms.
The weight of this ink gun had clearly exceeded the limit.
That wasn't all; as Ye Mingshang continued to loosen his grip, a warning appeared on the display, and it started beeping.
The two people were also astonished, forgetting to remind him.
Finally, with a crack!
An unknown electronic component on the scale was crushed, and the screen emitted a buzzing sound before going dark with a beep.
Both of them looked utterly bewildered, staring at the broken digital scale, then glancing at the ink gun, and finally at Ye Mingshang.
Ye Mingshang looked at them helplessly and slowly picked up the ink gun. It was noticeable that there was a dent about one centimeter deep where the gun had been placed on the digital scale.
Ye Mingshang shrugged in frustration, "See? I told you this scale is no good, but you insisted on using it. Now look what happened."
The Flight Attendant exchanged glances with the administrator, both surprised by what they saw in each other's eyes.
Gulugulu swallowed hard and hurriedly ran out.
Before long, a middle-aged man in a suit appeared with him. He was slightly overweight, as if all leaders looked like this.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the middle-aged man glanced at the damaged digital scale and then looked at Ye Mingshang and the ink gun in his hand with fear.
He had already heard about the situation from the Flight Attendant. At first, he thought they were joking, but seeing their serious expressions made him doubtfully check the surveillance footage.
What he saw confirmed that the ink gun had indeed damaged the digital scale.
The scale had a weight limit of eight hundred pounds, but it could actually hold a bit more. The fact that this gun could break the scale, even with a smaller contact area, indicated its weight.
"Sir, may I ask if the dent on this scale was caused by this gun?" the middle-aged man asked hesitantly.
Ye Mingshang glanced at him and replied, "It was your staff who asked me to put it down. Are you saying I should pay for it?"
"No, no, no!" The middle-aged man quickly waved his hands.
"I just wanted to confirm. I apologize for any trouble our oversight has caused you. The damage to the scale is our responsibility; you won't have to pay for it. As for your checked baggage, we will calculate it based on double the ticket price."
Ye Mingshang nodded. "That works."
After paying the money, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Well, could you please take the goods to the warehouse? After all, you know how heavy it is; we can't carry it."
Ye Mingshang did not refuse. He initially thought the gun weighed around a thousand pounds, but seeing how it had dented the composite steel, it must weigh even more.
Under the guidance of the staff, Ye Mingshang went to check in his luggage.
Once they had walked far away, the Flight Attendant turned back and said to the middle-aged man, "Director, you really let him pay double for the ticket."
According to regulations, Ye Mingshang's first-class ticket allowed him to carry 40 kilograms of luggage for free. For every kilogram over that, he would have to pay 1.5 times the economy class fee.
This black gun weighed at least over a thousand pounds, if not more, which meant he would have to pay more than ten times the ticket price.
The middle-aged man looked at him strangely and said, "Are you stupid? Someone who can lift over a thousand pounds can't be an ordinary person."
After saying that, he shook his head helplessly and left with his hands behind his back, leaving the Flight Attendant alone in confusion.
After placing his luggage properly, Ye Mingshang sat down in his seat.
Ten minutes later, the plane took off.
Watching the plane slowly ascend, Ye Mingshang felt very anxious inside.
"Mengyu, wait for me. We will meet soon."
A few hours later, they were approaching the plateau region, and everyone was feeling a bit uncomfortable. Some reminded others to prepare warm clothing.
At this time, the temperature in Tibet was still around minus ten to twenty degrees Celsius. Although it was much better than in winter, it was still not something an average person could endure.
After some time, the plane was about to land. A flight attendant kindly reminded everyone to fasten their seatbelts and put on their warm clothing.
Ye Mingshang had his seatbelt fastened, but he did not have any warm clothing on.
He wore only a single layer of clothing year-round, with a leather jacket on top. With his robust physique, he did not feel cold or hot; he could regulate it himself.
The plane came to a stop, and the cabin door opened. One by one, passengers took their belongings and walked down.
When the staff saw Ye Mingshang dressed so lightly, they hurriedly stopped him.
"Sir, it's currently over twenty degrees below zero outside. Please put on your warm clothing."
Ye Mingshang turned to look at her and slowly said, "I dress like this in winter too; I'm fine."
The flight attendant was worried he would get cold and quickly tried to stop him again.
"Sir, this is a high-altitude area with significant temperature changes. Please wear your warm clothing. If you don't have any, we can provide some."
Grateful for her kindness, Ye Mingshang smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, but I really don't feel cold. Goodbye."
This time, when the flight attendant tried to grab him again, he slightly leaned away, leaving her grasping at air.
"Sir!"
The flight attendant was about to chase after him when another flight attendant stopped her.
"Don't worry about him; once he steps outside and feels the cold wind, he'll regret it."
The sun was nice at this moment, and the sunlight was quite bright. Others were all dressed in thick cotton jackets and down coats.
Even so, they were still shivering from the cold, while Ye Mingshang was dressed very lightly but didn’t seem cold at all. Facing the sunlight, he appeared quite comfortable.
Xu Du looked at him with astonishment, filled with admiration.
Inside the cargo hold, staff members were busy helping to move goods outside.
On the ground lay a heavy, coarse cloth-wrapped object resembling a stick. A staff member came over, casually grabbed it, and prepared to lift it.
Thud!
He misjudged his strength and not only failed to lift the object but also ended up sitting on the ground.
"Ouch! What is this thing? It's so heavy!"
Rubbing his sore bottom, he rubbed his hands together, grasped the object with both hands, bent his legs in a horse stance, and pulled with all his might.
"Hey!"
(To be continued.)
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