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

The marshal slapped his thigh: "Alright, enough talk. Let's go see the stuff first, everything else can wait. The quality of your stuff determines how I deal with those two old guys. Lead the way."

If the goods aren't what he expected, he'll still have to tuck his tail between his legs and go back to appease those two foreigners, swallowing his anger for the day; but if the goods are really as the girl said... humph, then let's see how he deals with those two old bastards.

Seeing the marshal's expression, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, Su Wanqing said nothing more.

"OK."

The marshal acted swiftly and decisively, leaving without a word, even abandoning the entire inspection team still at the negotiation site. He got into the car with his men and asked Su Wanqing to give him directions.

The negotiating team on the other side was completely dumbfounded. The group of people looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

Standing by the gangway, Smith shouted at the receding convoy, "Have you thought this through? Don't regret it! Even if you beg us on your knees, we will never sell you anything again! This is a supercomputer and a Boeing airliner! You won't find anything better in all of China!"

The marshal didn't even turn his head back, nor did he give them a single glance. If things really didn't work out, he could come back and kneel down again, no problem.

On the inspection team's side, Smith's expression was uncertain. "Is this old guy serious? Does he really have something good? Otherwise, why would he abandon the negotiations and turn around and leave?"

Anderson sneered: "Let's go, follow them and see. They're definitely playing some trick—I don't believe it. With the COCOM embargo list so tight, who would dare sell top-notch technology and equipment to the Chinese? If it really is one of our companies that's got some nerve, smuggling top-notch products over here to sell, humph, their days are numbered."

The two exchanged a glance, got into the car with their entourage, and sped off.

At this moment, the Chinese delegation on the bus was still in a daze. They had been ordered to come today to buy foreign supercomputers and airplanes, and they had long been mentally prepared to endure humiliation and humility.

Halfway through the conversation, someone from our side suddenly jumped out and said, "We have something better!" This not only humiliated the other party but also offered a price that was only one-tenth of what they wanted.

Everyone turned to look at Su Wanqing with extremely strange expressions.

On one hand, they felt it was absolutely impossible—how could there be a product more advanced than Boeing's, and it had fallen into their hands? On the other hand, they were desperately pleading and silently praying in their hearts, if such a wonderful thing really existed... how wonderful that would be?

I can't even imagine it, I simply can't bear to think about it.

It was Secretary Zhou who led the way to that place, because it was the land where Su Wanqing bought the abandoned farm machinery factory yesterday.

Secretary Zhou sat in the passenger seat, his expression more peculiar than anyone else's. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he held back. His mind was racing with the same question: The land was purchased just yesterday, and today a plane suddenly appeared out of nowhere? How was it transported there?

Fortunately, the road was short, and before everyone could start to overthink, the car had already stopped at the entrance of the abandoned factory.

Secretary Zhou jumped out of the car first, leading the way while introducing the vehicles:

"Marshal, this is a piece of land that Comrade Su Wanqing just bought yesterday. It used to be an abandoned agricultural machinery factory, covering more than seven acres. The factory area—"

Before he could finish speaking, the marshal slapped him on the back. "I don't want to hear any of this! Just take me to see the stuff! I don't care when she bought the land, I don't care when it was shipped over, all I want to know is—is that top-of-the-line airplane that Su girl is talking about really true or false!"

If it's real, he wouldn't care even if it appeared out of thin air. If it's fake... he sighed, and could only pray it was real—how much foreign exchange could that save the organization?

A large group of people walked into the depths of the factory area.

The inspection team that had followed them also got out of the car. Looking at the dilapidated factory buildings overgrown with weeds and with broken walls, they showed undisguised disdain.

Smith caught up with the marshal in a few strides, muttering sarcastically beside him, "I think you're just putting on a show. This place is so runway-less, there's not even a proper runway. How are planes supposed to land here? Do you think they can just fall from the sky?"

The marshal snorted and ignored him, continuing on his way. But his heart couldn't help but pound – indeed, this place was dilapidated, with not even a decent road around it, and the door was small.

Something as huge as an airplane is unlikely to be flown in or towed in by truck...

"Exactly! Hmph, if there's actually any decent plane parked in there, what's wrong with me stripping naked and running around it three times right now? Hahaha!"

Su Wanqing chimed in with a smile, "We've got your word in mind. When you actually meet the plane, you two must keep your promise."

Just a moment ago, everyone was still worried – this place doesn’t even have a decent road, and the doorway is so narrow, how could a plane possibly get in?

This trip was probably a complete waste of time.

The marshal was already planning in his mind how he would shamelessly go back and beg those two old geezers to sell him the planes. But the next second, after passing through the abandoned factory, what came into view was a row of neat rows of giant silver-white passenger planes.

"Wow! It's real! It's a real airplane! This plane is several times bigger than that Boeing they have!"

"And it's not just one or two...it's dozens, maybe even hundreds?"

"What a waste! Such a fine plane, just parked here in this wasteland, without even a runway. What if it gets damaged?"

"These are brand new aircraft! Look, there's not a single scratch on the skin. They're not secondhand or obsolete; they're brand new, brand-new planes straight from the factory!"

These people were so excited they were almost incoherent, even more so than when they first heard they had advanced fighter jets. Fighter jets bring a sense of security to national defense, a hidden strength, but that's a secret kept in the shadows, not to be shown off.

But these passenger planes are different—they're the goose that lays golden eggs! With these behemoths, the strained foreign exchange reserves can be earned back penny by penny through international routes, and we'll no longer have to depend on foreign airlines!

The marshal's eyes reddened with emotion, and he patted Su Wanqing's shoulder heavily with his rough hands: "It's true, it's true! Su girl, you're not lying!"