"I need someone who can teach me how to fly through the turbulence in valleys, judge landing points on glaciers, and take off and land on snowy runways without a control tower, a real Alaska pilot."
"And you, Hank, you're the best here." These words hit right at the pride deep inside Hank.
Hank didn't immediately refuse as Lin Yu'an had anticipated. Instead, he picked up his glass, took a big sip, then looked at him with a mix of humor and seriousness in his eyes.
"Lin, there's two things wrong with what you said."
"Oh?" Lin Yu'an listened with great interest.
"I'm not much better than those ace instructors in Anchorage, because I have decades in Alaska, surviving experiences snatched from the hands of the Death God."
"We're friends. Between friends, we don't talk about hiring, we talk about cooperation."
He heavily placed his glass on the table and presented his proposal, "So, here's the situation, I, Hank, as a certified flight instructor partner."
