Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Before he had walked fifty meters, the receptionist suddenly approached Chen Mo.

"Your Highness, please pay attention to the gentleman on your left. He is an American middleman who frequents trade shows and specializes in selling refurbished second-hand equipment to Middle Eastern clients."

"A retired F-16 can be refurbished for less than 20 million US dollars, yet he dares to sell it for 100 million."

Following her gaze, an American man walked towards her, dressed in a suit and tie, but without an exhibitor's badge on his chest.

Chen Mo didn't stop walking; he already knew what to do.

The man rubbed his hands together and approached, his face beaming with smiles.

"Oh! Your Highness! My good friend!"

"I have some amazing news for you. I have special connections to get my hands on US F-16s! Since we hit it off so well, I'll give you a friendly price—only $120 million per aircraft!"

Chen Mo stopped and looked at him with a half-smile.

"One hundred and twenty million?"

"Yes! Friendship price!"

"No, no, no, my friend."

Chen Mo shook his finger.

"These machines are antiques from thirty years ago, and their engines are only half-life left. These things wouldn't even be worth twenty million dollars if they were dismantled and sold as scrap metal."

The Americans' smiles froze.

"Your Highness, you may not be familiar with the market situation..."

Chen Mo smiled.

"No, no, no, I know exactly what you're up to."

"Not only did the price double, but political clauses were also forced into the contract."

"Even if we buy the plane, we'll have to be at your mercy to get it to take off once."

"A part is broken? Oh, sorry, exorbitant repair costs, six-month waiting list."

"My friends, you're not selling airplanes, you're selling dog leashes."

He took a step closer and looked him in the eye.

"So, you're going to put this dog leash around my neck today?"

"Get lost."

The American's face flushed red and then turned pale. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word before slinking away in embarrassment.

Chen Mo gave him a thumbs-up at his retreating figure, then added the final blow in broken Chinese.

"What belongs to China is Taiwan!"

Behind them, Tianxian and Lu Xingyao turned their heads to look at the sky and looked down at the ground, their mouths twitching wildly beneath their veils.

Shen Yi and the other three stared straight ahead, their back teeth grinding together.

Cool.

That was fucking awesome.

The young receptionist watched with wide eyes and then quietly made a phone call.

Less than five minutes later, the person in charge of the booth came towards me.

He was in his fifties, walked slowly, and had a faint smile on his face.

"Your Highness, I have long admired you."

He handed over his business card with both hands, speaking fluent business English.

"My surname is Zhou, and I have been in the foreign trade equipment business for thirty years. If Your Highness takes a fancy to anyone, I will personally introduce you."

Chen Mo pointed to the fighter jet in front of him and spoke in English.

"OK. This plane."

President Zhou perked up and immediately spoke with the expertise of a seasoned professional.

The range, payload, and radar model are all clearly stated, and even the advantages compared to the F-16 are not concealed.

Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction after listening.

"I'll take this one."

Mr. Zhou wasn't surprised and continued walking down the path.

"Your Highness, take another look at this armed helicopter. It can fly in high temperatures and at high altitudes, and it will still be on duty in sandstorms. It's perfect for Your Highness's use."

"I'll take it."

"Training aircraft..."

"I'll take it too."

After going around once.

The fleet consists of twelve fighter jets, eight armed helicopters, and six trainer aircraft.

"Where are the missiles?"

"They all come with matching accessories, standard mounting..."

"Hanging all over."

Chen Mo gestured.

"Hang as many as you can."

Mr. Zhou's eyelid twitched, then he smiled.

He prefers doing business with Middle Eastern oil tycoons.

Chen Mo suddenly turned around and asked.

"Do you have anything better here? Something with even more firepower?"

Mr. Zhou paused in his steps.

"Of course there are good things," he said in a low voice.

"Your Highness has a good appetite. Please, come with me."

At the end of the tarmac, there's a huge machine covered in camouflage.

President Zhou lifted a corner, showing it only to him.

"It's a prototype that just rolled off the production line; it's not finalized yet. It has a stealth coating, an active phased array radar, and its payload is double that of the previous model. The cost is equivalent to two of the previous models."

"This is something I want to do."

Chen Mo laughed and blurted out a sentence in broken Chinese.

Mr. Zhou was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Your Highness speaks Chinese very well."

I love the Chinese language!

"However, Your Highness, this aircraft has not yet been priced and is not for sale to the public according to regulations."

"Then I'll field three Munneys."

President Zhou stared at him for three seconds.

"Deal!"

A hammer is fixed.

Just then, there was a "poof" sound behind me.

It was very short, but everyone present heard it clearly.

Lu Xingyao covered her mouth tightly.

She couldn't hold it in any longer; she had been holding it in all afternoon.

What's worse, she even blurted out a sentence in Chinese.

"Oh no, I can't take it anymore!"

The air froze instantly.

Mr. Zhou turned his head, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Chen Mo sighed inwardly, knowing he would have to punish her properly when they got back.

Ye Yunshu took a half step forward and grabbed Lu Xingyao's wrist.

Lu Xingyao lowered her head, her shoulders trembling, and dared not utter a sound.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhou."

Ye Yunshu turned around and apologized in Chinese.

"My younger sister is so engrossed in learning Chinese that she made a fool of herself. I hope Mr. Zhou won't take offense."

Mr. Zhou smiled.

"It's alright, it's alright, your Chinese is very good."

After he finished speaking, his gaze lingered on the veil for a moment longer before casually looking away.

Chen Mo saw it all.

That old fox may say nothing, but he's probably already suspicious.

Sure enough, in the meeting room, President Zhou smiled and pushed the documents over one by one, but then changed the subject.

"Your Highness, the order is too large. According to procedure, we need to verify your identity first and go through the process."

Chen Mo crossed his legs.

"My time is precious, you guys hurry up."

Mr. Zhou first made a phone call to register with the group's international department, and then checked the information on his computer.

The computer screen was displayed on the publicly available list of royal family members that Chen Mo had mentioned.

The fifty-seventh prince, Taric, has a complete photo and resume.

The face in the photo is exactly the same as the one in front of me.

The page also displays the royal contact email address.

The verification email was sent out, and a reply came in less than a minute.

The wording is formal and accurate.

Chen Mo replied to the email himself, of course.

He registered the email address casually last night and put it on the directory page, waiting for others to check it.

President Zhou stood up and grasped Chen Mo's hands with both of his.

"Your Highness, it has been verified."

"Let's begin the transaction."

Next comes the payment.

The finance person came in with a laptop and processed the wire transfer on the spot.

"Your Highness, as is customary, 30% will be paid upfront..."

"Full payment."

Chen Mo gave out a series of account details and made the payment smoothly.

When it came to delivery, General Manager Zhou took the initiative to disclose details.

"Your Highness, the fighter jet production schedule normally takes two years."

Chen Mo's words were concise and to the point.

"I don't want to wait in line, I'll pay extra, I want it in stock."

After a moment's hesitation, President Zhou gritted his teeth.

"Yes! All in stock, not a single one missing."

Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction.

Ye Yunshu took over the rest of the work, and it was quickly resolved.

With the right money, any production capacity can be coordinated.

On the way back, Lu Xingyao pulled off her veil and let out a long sigh.

"My God, I've sweated more today than I have in the past six months."

The celestial being patted her chest lightly, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I've never been this tired even when I was acting, but it's so exciting!"

Ye Yunshu said as she drove.

"Brother Mo, the twenty-six planes will be shipped by sea and loaded onto the ship within a week."

Lu Xingyao peeked out from the front row.

"Does any of us know how to fly a fighter jet?"

"Of course it's your man, me."