Kolev raised his hand to rub his forehead, somewhat nostalgic for the previous project.
The robot son was really quite nice, indeed.
...
In the interest of saving costs, Yang Ming bought a regular seat ticket from the Star Alliance (Galaxy Interstellar United Airlines).
But Yang Ming hadn't expected that Kolev had transformed from a thrifty and heroic pirate leader into a luxurious and extravagant capitalist.
Kolev frowned as he looked at the economy class in front of him.
Hundreds of passengers crammed into a narrow area, with two illegally added rows of seats making the aisle so narrow that one almost had to turn sideways to pass through.
"What's wrong, Uncle?" Yang Ming asked in a clear and bright voice.
But Kolev turned his head and walked over to a flight attendant: