Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

The massive server rack vanished instantly. Without pausing, Su Wanqing returned the favor tenfold—in the blink of an eye, nine identical supercomputers appeared in the space.

She put one of them back in its original place, leaving the remaining nine neatly stacked in the space.

"Free upgrade!"

With a flash of light, the nine machines were transformed.

The bulky magnetic core storage units have been replaced with more advanced semiconductor memory, increasing processing speed by 50% while reducing power consumption by nearly half. This makes it comparable to the world's top commercial supercomputers.

But not enough.

Nine units is far too few, and these are only a generation behind the standard model. To truly humiliate those people, simply catching up is far from enough. We need to show them what it means to be outdone and to be truly superior.

She'll teach those arrogant foreign devils a lesson they won't forget today, or she'll be unbelievable.

[Paid upgrade. This upgrade requires 10,000 grams of precious gold energy. Confirm?]

Su Wanqing recalled the gold, antique paintings and calligraphy, and precious medicinal herbs she had gotten for free yesterday. In the end, the organization even gave her golden nanmu furniture and a batch of antiques.

In return for her kindness, she decided to go all in and make a big splash for the organization.

"Upgrade confirmed!"

After an even more intense burst of light, the supercomputer was completely transformed.

With a 300% increase in computing speed, it also features a basic AI-assisted computing system—not to mention the latest model being developed by the Americans, they might not be able to catch up even in five years.

It surpasses world-class standards and truly deserves its reputation!

"Golden Elixir, tenfold return!"

In the blink of an eye, it became ninety supercomputers! Is that enough now? Even foreigners would be astonished!

Su Wanqing nodded in satisfaction and then walked over to the equipment next to her.

Today's tenfold return opportunities are limited, so she only chose the control module of the precision CNC machine tool set—this thing, though small in size, is the lifeline of the entire country's industrial mother machine.

Accepted! Tenfold return! Return the original amount, nine remain.

Upgrade directly and for a fee!

After the flash of light, these CNC systems, which were originally just products of the previous generation, were completely transformed.

With this system, all the machine tools in China that could only be made by experienced mechanics using their hands can be completely upgraded.

After making sure nothing was missed, Su Wanqing sighed softly, "Sigh, if the space could be upgraded one more time, it would be great to get one more chance to get ten times the return. Three times is still not enough."

But that's all we can do for now. We'll get the rest of the equipment later when we get to the US.

After finishing everything, Su Wanqing walked out in a good mood, wondering whether to take it out now or wait until later to embarrass them.

Outside the door, Smith was leaning against the wall, casually checking his watch. When the door opened, he raised an eyebrow, turned his head, and whispered a few words to his assistant in English, his tone full of contempt.

The translator next to him suppressed a laugh and relayed the message in a strange tone: "Out so fast? They probably don't even know how to turn the machine on, haha."

"I guess it's just a formality—they're afraid to haggle, but they also feel they'll lose face, so they deliberately bring up inspections and appraisals. Mr. Anderson said we never sell counterfeit goods, so what can you possibly find?"

Su Wanqing wasn't annoyed. She smiled faintly and said loudly to the marshal, "I've confirmed everything."

Anderson nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, you've inspected the goods and confirmed there are no problems. However, we're not in a rush to sign the contract—let's go take a look at the plane first; aren't you planning to buy a passenger plane?"

A group of people gritted their teeth in secret.

The technical expert next to him whispered in the marshal's ear, "It's their usual tactic again—they leave the contract hanging and don't sign it until they come to check out the planes, then they'll definitely raise the price at the last minute, putting us in a very difficult position."

"Marshal, I've inspected it, I have this batch of goods—" Su Wanqing walked to the marshal's side, about to speak, when the marshal patted her shoulder and frantically gave her meaningful glances:

"Let's go check on the plane first. We can talk about this important matter later; there are too many people around here, and we don't want any secrets to be leaked."

After saying that, she lowered her voice and added, "I understand what you're trying to say, but don't rush to say it."

He was afraid that the girl wouldn't know the occasion and would reveal her hand in front of the foreigners.

If news of the supercomputer leaks out beforehand, switching to Boeing aircraft will only make things more difficult.

Even if the supercomputer that Su Wanqing mentioned had been located, he had no idea when he would be able to get his hands on it—it was a matter that seemed far off, and he couldn't afford to ruin the negotiations at hand. He should focus on stabilizing the aircraft issue first.

Su Wanqing blinked: "..."

Alright, I didn't expect the older generation to be so cunning. She finally understood. The marshal wasn't afraid of leaks at all; he was clearly waiting for a bigger event, in front of everyone, to unleash a big attack and thoroughly humiliate the other side.

Okay, she agreed to the old man's wish.

She's a master at putting on a show; just wait and see how she mocks the other side!

The group got into the car and soon arrived at the Capital Airport.

Several planes were parked on the tarmac at the Capital Airport. They were all old, obsolete models, short and stubby. The Boeing passenger plane, like a silver-white behemoth, looked down at the shabby "little things" at its feet.

Anderson stood beside the gangway, his hands outstretched in a smug display.

"As far as I know, these planes at your airport are all second-hand goods that we have retired, right? They have a maximum of a hundred seats and use turboprop engines. They have to stop and refuel several times during an international flight."

"And our Boeing—look at that for yourselves, all-jet turbofan engines, 180 seats, a range covering all of Asia and half of Europe, and a cruising speed twice that of your old-fashioned machines. The difference is obvious, isn't it?"

Smith, standing nearby, wore a nonchalant smile: "They're using our outdated models. We don't even have a proper repair shop, let alone build new ones. It's already quite an achievement that these few pieces of junk are flying in the sky."

The group of people behind him clenched their fists, their teeth almost grinding to powder, but they couldn't utter a single word.

What they said is true. This Boeing plane is right in front of us. We don’t even need to say anything to humiliate it. Just its huge fuselage and smooth lines are enough to make all the old planes on the tarmac look ashamed.

Anderson led everyone up the gangway and into the cabin.

"Although our aircraft is an older model, its safety record and flight performance have been proven over time. Compared to the batch of old equipment you have that has probably changed hands many times, it's worlds apart. The key point is—we currently have ten of these aircraft in stock, ready for delivery at any time."

"Ten units?"