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

He had been holding these words in for two whole days, and today he finally blurted them out!

"Exactly! A piece of junk that costs thirty million US dollars apiece, and it's a ten-year-old obsolete model. The failure rate is so high it's thicker than a brick, and you still insist on selling ten at a time, and signing a twenty-year on-site contract to support a bunch of you pampered bastards—don't you even take a piss and look at yourselves in the mirror!"

"However, we are able to stand so confidently now thanks to Comrade Su Wanqing! If it weren't for her, how could we have seen such advanced, top-notch aircraft and supercomputers? Comrade Su has saved the country a huge amount of foreign exchange and brought invaluable technology!"

The marshal laughed heartily, and the people around him joined in with their mocking remarks.

Smith and Anderson's faces were as black as the bottom of a pot. They checked the cabin several more times, and finally had to confirm with grim faces that everything in front of them was real.

These aircraft and supercomputers are all world-class, far superior to the junk they brought to sell, and even more advanced than the latest models still under development in their domestic laboratories. They looked at the string of characters on the manufacturer's nameplate more than a dozen times, but couldn't find any known company to be involved.

Through the translator, Su Wanqing smiled and spoke to the two of them, her tone incredibly kind:

"Now that both gentlemen have personally confirmed it, shouldn't we fulfill our previous promise? Hurry up and strip naked and run three laps around the plane. Oh, by the way, I think I just heard someone say—if something really that good existed, they'd be willing to pay a hundred times the price to buy it?"

"Haha, that's right! Representatives from Boeing and IBM can't just talk nonsense, can they?"

"Mr. Smith, hurry up and take it off, we're all waiting to see!"

"Mr. Anderson, just tell me straight—are all those things you brought just junk?"

Now that they had the confidence, everyone no longer had to worry about the two foreigners' expressions. They talked all at once, making the two men red-faced and furious, wanting to jump up and curse.

All the pent-up frustration from the past few days vanished in an instant, and everyone felt a great sense of satisfaction.

So this is how technological and product dominance brings a sense of triumph?

The marshal was in a good mood and waved his hand at the two men. "Alright, gentlemen, since you refuse to honor the bet, our deal is off. We need to discuss internal matters that are not convenient for outsiders to be present—so please take your inspection teams and that pile of scrap metal you brought with you and leave China."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Smith immediately lost his temper, his face turning red and his neck bulging as he pointed at the crowd in the cabin and roared:

"Fine, fine! You just got lucky and got a few planes and computers, and you really think you can turn the world upside down?"

Don't forget, we also have satellite technology, precision medical equipment, and high-end chips—do you think you can conjure all these things out of this lady?

Your Chinese industrial base is like a broken sieve that leaks air everywhere. Without the leftovers leaking out of our technological blockade, you wouldn't be able to make up for your shortcomings for ten or twenty years!

What right do you have to be so smug in front of us?

The room fell silent after those words were spoken.

Indeed, what they said is true—we are lagging behind in all aspects. Airplanes and computers are just one piece of the puzzle; there are still many technologies that are holding us back from the outside world.

In the midst of this silence, Anderson silently took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and then, shirtless, started running around the giant passenger plane.

Everyone's expressions were strange.

If it were just now, everyone would have burst into laughter, but after Smith said those words, no one could laugh anymore.

After finishing the three laps, Anderson returned to the crowd, panting heavily. "Now, I've finished. I've kept my promise."

Smith, standing nearby, was so angry his eyes almost popped out. He rushed forward, grabbed Anderson's belt, and roared in English in a low voice:

"Are you crazy? Why would you do this? You've completely disgraced us Americans! How are we going to explain this to the board?"

Anderson shook off his hand and lowered his voice as well, "Listen, you idiot—they don't need our stuff anymore, we can't sell a single piece."

"I know, so what?"

"If we go back empty-handed, we'll lose our jobs if headquarters holds us accountable. But if we can bring back a sample of that kind of aircraft... even just one, we won't be at fault; we'll have done a great service."

Smith froze, then slowly released his grip.

He got it.

Anderson straightened his collar, which had been pulled askew, turned to Su Wanqing, bowed slightly, and his tone unusually subdued of arrogance:

"Madam, I admit what you said earlier is true. A hundred times the price of your aircraft and supercomputer is too high, but we're willing to pay twenty times—that is, 60 million RMB—for one. We can convert it all into US dollars to pay. Just think how much that foreign exchange can do for your country?"

Everyone was stunned.

No one expected Anderson to actually do it—60 million RMB for a plane? This wasn't just a humiliating offer; it was all real money. Converted to US dollars, how much foreign exchange would that earn?

"Comrade Su Wanqing, we can't sell it to them! If they take this top-notch technology back and disassemble it for research, all the advantages we've worked so hard to gain will be gone. And if they can replicate it, won't we fall behind again?"

"But I think we should sell them! Sixty million per aircraft! How much foreign exchange would that earn for the country? How much urgently needed equipment and food could we buy back with that money?"

Su Wanqing shrugged. "Sorry, I've already transferred all of these things to the state. Whether to sell them or not, and to whom, is none of your business. The organization will decide."

Dealing with this kind of international technological game is too troublesome, and she doesn't care about the money, so she simply passed the ball back to the organization.

The marshal turned to look at her, his eyes filled with emotion and admiration: "You silly girl... They had 60 million RMB in cash right in front of you, and you just want to give it up?"

Su Wanqing smiled, her tone relaxed, "Born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, contributing to the country is not something that can be measured by money. If my friend and I were really doing this for money, we wouldn't have handed these things over to the organization at such a low price."

"Good! Good! Good!"

The marshal said "good" three times in a row, his voice trembling slightly.

He looked deeply at Su Wanqing, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride. "You are a good girl, a good comrade, and a good daughter of our motherland. Don't worry, I will personally apply for the highest level of recognition and reward for the aircraft and technology you contributed this time."