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

The marshal's mouth was practically stretched to his ears as he recalled the sum of foreign exchange he had begged and pleaded with yesterday, and the stern faces of those old men who scolded him for the shortage of foreign exchange, saying that one dollar from him could leave someone starving. The marshal decided that when he returned today, he would smash those tens of millions of dollars in foreign exchange in their faces.

Damn it!

Not only did he not spend a single penny of foreign exchange, but he also earned tens of millions for the organization! Oh wait... that was earned by Su Yatou! This credit must be given to Su Yatou!

Hurry up and think of a reward for Su girl! It should be both prestigious and substantial!

Finally, amidst an atmosphere where both sides harbored their own thoughts, they shook hands and made the deal.

Smith closed the copy of the contract and said businesslike, "We have professional engineers and pilots with us who can fly the plane directly back. Once the payment arrives tomorrow, we'll take it away immediately, without troubling you with the transportation."

The marshal nodded. One second he was still basking in the joy of a great victory in the negotiations, but the next second he frowned and looked out the window at the overgrown wasteland. He was worried. There was no runway in this place, not even a decent paved road. At present, there were no special vehicles in the country that could tow such a giant passenger plane.

Fighter jets can at least be towed by trailers, but this huge thing can only take off by running on its own wheels.

He simply couldn't understand how Su's friend had managed to bring this enormous, hundreds-of-tons-weight creature in without anyone noticing.

The problem now is that domestic pilots may not be able to fly this brand-new aircraft model. Even if they are forced to learn, they will have to learn on the spot. With so many planes parked here, we still have to urgently transfer pilots from all over the country. But a few days ago, this girl brought hundreds of fighter jets from Bincheng and transferred all the top pilots in the country to Bincheng for intensive training. Now there are hardly any pilots left in the capital who can fly large aircraft.

"Hey, you tell me, we have the planes, but we don't have enough pilots, ground crew, or even a runway—we've got the good stuff, but the supporting infrastructure is completely lacking."

Seeing the Marshal's furrowed brow, Smith finally seized the opportunity to regain his composure, speaking with a forced smile: "What's troubling you so much? Is it because you don't know how to fly this kind of plane? Without professional pilots and engineers, you can't get this behemoth out of this wasteland? How about we lend you some manpower to help you transport the plane out? Hahahaha!"

Anderson chimed in sarcastically, "Yeah, this venue doesn't even have a runway, let alone a paved surface. It's completely unsuitable for takeoff. It requires a professional engineering team and ground equipment. We, on the other hand, have all sorts of professional teams. If you ask, we can help—after all, we all know your conditions."

Hearing that grating laughter, everyone present was so ashamed they couldn't lift their heads. Comrade Su Wanqing had brought such good stuff, and they couldn't even fly the plane? Wasn't that a complete waste of her good intentions?

After a long pause, the marshal finally managed to utter a few words: "Don't bother, we have our own way!" He refused to believe it. Now that they had the big planes in their hands, he would carry them out one by one by manpower!

"Haha, then let's go back and raise funds first, and wait and see how long it will take you to get these planes away." Smith and Anderson swaggered away with expressions of anticipation.

"Marshal, we must transfer all these planes before they finish raising the funds and come to pick them up tomorrow, otherwise... we'll really become a laughing stock."

The marshal slapped his thigh in anger: "Didn't I know? We finally got to hold our heads high for once, and I absolutely can't let this go wrong!"

"But this aircraft's system is several generations more advanced than our existing models. Even if experienced pilots were to learn it from scratch, it would take them at least ten days to two weeks to master it."

"Didn't they just form a flight cadet training team in Bincheng? All the best pilots in the country have been transferred there to learn about the latest aircraft. Could you urgently transfer them over?"

"Even if it's urgent, by the time the orders are passed down through the ranks, it will be tomorrow before they fly their fighter jets from Bincheng. When those two foreigners come to pick up the planes tomorrow, won't they just laugh at us anyway?"

The marshal was frowning when Su Wanqing blinked and suddenly blurted out, "My husband, Zhou Yanshen, is in the training camp in Bincheng learning to fly the latest fighter jets. He can fly them! Let him try first?"

Someone nearby immediately asked, "Did he get his pilot's license?"

Su Wanqing shook her head: "The qualifications haven't been officially issued yet, but my husband learns things quickly and does everything very well..."

Halfway through her speech, a discordant image suddenly flashed through her mind—oh, except for that thing, it was slow and tedious.

Sometimes, just when things seem to be ending, she's asked to turn around and try something different. She used to watch some really good movies and didn't understand why they always kept changing the style. Now she understands...

Ahem! She quickly cleared her throat, banishing the inappropriate nonsense from her mind.

The marshal waved his hand dismissively and said decisively, "Alright, forget about whether they got their licenses or not. I'll ask you one question now—if I asked you to go up and drive, who among you would dare?"

A group of people immediately shook their heads vigorously: "This thing is so precious, and it's a brand new model. We've never even seen one before. We dare not handle it. What if we bump or scratch it? Wouldn't that be a terrible mistake?"

The marshal glared at them fiercely: "That's settled then! Go, immediately bring Su girl's lover, Comrade Zhou Yanshen, over to me and ask him if he can drive. The rest of you—you, and you—immediately go and arrange everything that follows."

"Yes, we'll go pick up Comrade Zhou Yanshen right away!"

The marshal rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining with excitement: "We've got our hands on the planes, and the supercomputer too! Those old guys in every department are probably going to be ecstatic!"

The secretary beside him immediately said, "I'll draft a report right away. Marshal, you must report to the Central Committee in person, and coordinate with the military and the Civil Aviation Administration to receive the aircraft. Also, who will be responsible for organizing the flight formation, and who will be responsible for arranging ground transportation and security—all of these must be decided on the spot."

The marshal waved his hand and said, "No, I need to personally oversee the safe transport of these planes before I feel at ease. Move all those briefings and coordination meetings to this shabby factory!"

I'll be sleeping here for the next few days. I'll go back only when all the planes are safely transferred to the capital's military airport!