“This is the bare aircraft price. After adding modifications and interior upgrades, it’ll depend on your budget. Additionally, there’s a service fee.”

More money to spend? Tan Xin and Ji Ya couldn’t bear to hear anymore.

Yang Yifeng further explained the options for modifications and interiors to Shen Yuan, finally calculating the total: including service fees, taxes, and discounts, it came to 680 million.

Shen Yuan nodded, feeling the price was delightful. This amount would perfectly exhaust all his cash flow, including his exclusive Transportation Exclusive Gold fund.

?

Tan Xin and Ji Ya tried to spot a trace of pain on Shen Yuan’s face, but there wasn’t a single sign. He even seemed a little cheerful.

Wait, that’s 680 million, boss!

Ji Ya had worked with Shen Yuan for so long, helping him purchase Rolls-Royces and estates worth almost a billion yuan, but this was 680 million!

Boss, aren’t you going to reconsider?

Shen Yuan didn’t expect the two of them to understand; they thought buying a private jet was just consumption. In reality, this was his cash machine!

He planned to register this business jet under Chen Na’s name, just like the Koenigsegg from last time was registered under the class belle’s name.

First, the 680 million could yield triple returns. Second, the annual usage costs of 25 million would also be reimbursed, meaning he could withdraw 50 million annually through this jet.

The more miles flown, the higher the usage costs, and the greater his returns.

Forget a mere Gulfstream G650ER–even if he had more cash flow on hand, he wouldn’t hesitate to go for the wide-body aircraft that only Middle Eastern tycoons could afford.

Ji Ya wanted to convince her boss not to make impulsive purchases but held back after thinking for a moment. Forget it… the boss was probably wealthier than she’d ever imagined.

Steady and composed, Yang Yifeng was rarely excited. He tightly gripped Shen Yuan’s hand: “Mr. Shen, pleasure working with you.”

“Pleasure working with you.”

After paying the deposit, Yang Yifeng watched the Rolls-Royce Phantom drive away and couldn’t help but sigh, “This man’s a real-life tycoon! A nearly 700-million aircraft, and it was decided in less than two hours.”

At this moment, a colleague just happened to walk by and said, “Yang, the client left? There’s a meeting about to begin.”

In business jet sales, not only are clients rare, but the deal conversion rate is also incredibly low. Although there are indeed more wealthy people in the country now, they can rarely manage the billion-yuan sticker price, not to mention the millions in annual operating costs, which scare off plenty.

Even if they’re willing to buy, they’ll compare. Compare prices, compare channels, compare providers and after-sales. Ultimately, leaving empty-handed is the norm.

“A meeting? Ha! What’s there to meet about?”

The colleague froze momentarily. Despite working with Yang for so long, it was the first time he’d heard him curse. “I know you’re not fond of Director Li, but you should at least keep up appearances.”

“‘Keep up appearances,’ my ass. If someone asks, just say I’m busy.”

Earlier, in front of the client, Yang Yifeng had managed to suppress his excitement. Now, he was no longer hiding it.

Sorry, for the next few days, this man’s walking sideways!

“?”

The colleague was bewildered. “Yang, are you planning to quit or something?”

“Haha, you could say that.”

Yang straightened his collar, held his head high, and strode forward.

This guy’s bold, huh? Just deciding not to work like that.

The colleague shook his head, then continued toward the office. Habitually, he reached for his phone and glanced at the screen, only to find 99+ unread messages in their group chat.

No way. I didn’t check my phone for only twenty minutes!

Opening it, he was greeted by emojis of “Gongs banging, firecrackers popping,” mixed with congratulatory messages.

Did someone have a baby?

The colleague scrolled to the top and saw a celebratory announcement:

[Congratulations to Sales Team’s Yang Yifeng for successfully selling a Gulfstream G650ER…]

What the–?

His eyes widened in shock. The guy just closed the deal? And he even looks younger than me!

“Holy crap, that’s a massive loss for me!”

Selling business jets worth billions isn’t something done on a whim. Some staff work for two or three years without scoring a single deal, while others manage to sell two jets in a year.

One Gulfstream G650ER commission alone reaches seven figures!

Losing yourself is dreadful enough, but someone else’s success? Utter heartbreak!

He could only feel his heart bleeding.

Why wasn’t this client allocated to me? Damn, who was the dumbass assigning clients lately?

…

Inside the Phantom, Tan Xin was driving while Ji Ya accompanied Shen Yuan in the backseat. They still hadn’t recovered, needing a while to digest the fact that the boss had just spent 680 million on a private jet.

Shen Yuan wasn’t going to explain to them that he was practically hacking reality. The truth was, his money couldn’t be spent–literally couldn’t be finished!

Tonight happened to be the day the trio from the dance troupe came over to perform. Last time’s national-style dance had impressed Shen Yuan greatly. He thought about giving them a break, but who’d have guessed they were so dedicated? Within a week, they’d perfected another new dance.

Last time, they didn’t get much in return. This time, they deserved a proper reward.

Word was that their performance tonight would feature K-pop dance, originating from the Korean wave–a style similar to jazz but more focused on atmosphere and synchronized movements. It’s the go-to dance genre for Korean girl groups.

Shen Yuan hadn’t anticipated that one day, he’d live like a character in the Korean chaebol lifestyle.

However, Shen Yuan considered himself a cut above those chaebols. His dance troupe performed voluntarily for him, whereas the chaebols coerced their performers, half-threatening and half-intimidating them into dancing or drinking.

After dinner, the housekeeper Aunt He cleared the dining room and kitchen before retreating to her own quarters. She knew when it was the appropriate time to vanish.

Shen Yuan, meanwhile, took the dance troupe for a post-meal stroll to aid digestion. His left hand naturally fell on Peang Yayun. Not only did the petite stunner not shy away, but she even leaned closer.