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

He quickly forced a smile to smooth things over: "Ahem, Su girl, you can't just say things like that..." He frantically winked, meaning it would be unwise to fall out with the foreigners here. We can scold them all we want behind closed doors, but we can't afford to stab them in the back in front of them!

Anderson was so angry that his face turned a deep purplish-red, and his finger trembled as he pointed at Su Wanqing.

"Fine, fine, how dare you say that! Since you look down on our planes so much, then show us something better!"

"Let me tell you, besides Boeing, no one else in the world will sell you a large passenger jet of your caliber. What others can sell you are nothing but shoddy, subpar aircraft that haven't even passed their test flights. Mr. Smith, we're not selling this batch! Let them dream on with their bicycles!"

Smith scoffed coldly, "I think they're just deliberately trying to cause trouble; they have no real intention of buying. Forget it, forget it, what a waste of time!"

The marshal was so anxious that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He forced a smile and reached out to stop them, saying, "Oh, calm down, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Smith, we can talk this over! We were just joking, just joking, please don't take it seriously—"

As she spoke, she turned around and gave Su Wanqing a sharp look, "Grandma, please stop talking!"

Anderson sneered, "Hmph, it's not impossible for us to forgive you. We'll increase the price by 10%, and—all of you must give us a solemn and formal apology in front of all of us."

Everyone glared angrily at Anderson.

Su Wanqing: Oh, you're getting excited now, aren't you?

She immediately snorted coldly and raised her head: "Marshal, I didn't have time to tell you in detail before—my friend also got his hands on a batch of airplanes. I originally thought those two foreigners were selling some really good stuff, which is why I kept quiet. But after just seeing it, tsk tsk—"

She shook her head. "To put it bluntly, this foreigner's plane is a piece of junk. The avionics system inside doesn't even have autopilot. The pilots have to operate it manually with both hands and feet. They have to refuel halfway through an international flight. My friend's plane is two generations more advanced than this."

"Don't even mention their dilapidated second-hand plane, they even have the nerve to sell that supercomputer as a treasure."

I went in and inspected them; they're all obsolete, magnetic core memory, with access speeds as slow as an ox pulling a cart, only a few million operations per second. My friend's batch has a processing speed two orders of magnitude higher than this junk, and the memory capacity is several times greater. The key point is—no foreign exchange required, just a few million RMB to get a set.”

Upon hearing this, Anderson's face turned from red to purple, and finally as black as the bottom of a pot. He jumped up in anger.

"What did you say? Say it again! The speed data you mentioned is not even reached by our most advanced laboratory model. You are clearly lying! As for the aircraft's parameters, no airline in the world can currently provide the performance data you mentioned—Boeing and Pratt & Whitney are the highest level in this industry."

"Who are you? You can't even make a decent aircraft screw, how could you possibly have the kind of plane you're talking about? You're clearly liars! Come back and brag when you can build a plane even better!"

"Hmph, I knew these cunning Chinese weren't trying to lower the price. They were just bluffing, making up lies to try and get us to lower the price. How ridiculous—the kind of airplane and supercomputer you're talking about simply don't exist in this world, let alone be sold at such a low price."

If such an advanced product truly existed, and was sold at such a low price, I would gladly strip down and run three full laps around that so-called world-class aircraft to express my utmost respect for this magnificent technology!

Anderson continued, "That's right! If there really is equipment in this world that can surpass our American counterparts, what's wrong with us paying a hundred times the price to buy it? Hahaha, how about it, lady, why don't you take us to see those treasures you're talking about right now?"

I want to see for myself which country and which company made it. Is there any company on this planet more capable than Boeing? Why don't you name one and let us hear it?

The marshal had never thought this girl was that strong before, but today he found that he couldn't hold her back no matter what he did, and could only watch helplessly as she ridiculed the other party to the ground.

He quietly pulled Su Wanqing to the side.

"I know you're just angry and want to vent your frustration even if you don't get to buy this batch of stuff, that's why you said those things on purpose. But you have to keep your mouth shut—what product in this world is better than theirs?"

"These people have a complete monopoly on world-class technology. Where are we supposed to get it? Alright, alright, leave this to me. I just need you to tell me the truth—do you actually have those airplanes and supercomputers you mentioned? Even if they're a generation or two behind! Just give me a nod, and I'll curse those two old geezers to death today."

He'd been putting up with those two old geezers for a long time, but if there were any alternatives, he would have turned on them long ago.

Su Wanqing let out a soft "uh," slightly taken aback—so the Marshal's restraint today was all genuine, not an act? "Marshal, I assure you, everything I've brought out is world-class, absolutely not something I made up. Think about what I've contributed before—"

Before he could finish speaking, the marshal excitedly slapped the staff officer next to him hard on the back of the head.

The staff officer, wincing from the slap, clutched his head in bewilderment. The marshal finally took a deep breath, turned, and stared into Su Wanqing's eyes. "You little brat, you're not joking with me, are you? You didn't just say that to annoy those two old fogies? There really is something? Where is it now?"

The advisor who had just been slapped was speechless.

Su Wanqing's lips twitched, she nodded vigorously, and silently stepped back.

After half a day, it was one thing for the two foreigners not to believe her, but why didn't even the old marshal believe her? So it turned out she was putting on a one-woman show, and everyone else wasn't acting?

"It's true. The item is in the suburbs, and you can go see it now. It's a rather bizarre story, and the process was rather..."

She was trying to figure out how to explain the sudden appearance of the plane when the marshal waved his hand, interrupting her abruptly:

"Girl, don't give me that whole 'inside story' nonsense. I don't care where or how the stuff came about, as long as it's there in person and you can take us to see it right now, that's all that matters. Tell me the truth, is it really top-notch?"

Su Wanqing nodded again.