Chapter 109 : Do You Want a Plane, A Fighter Jet (Chinese Raw)

Chapter 109: Do You Want a Plane, A Fighter Jet

“Hey, you’re not angry, are you?”

“Alright, my bad, you’re so handsome, how could there not be girls who like you? A super handsome guy, Big Handsome Lin, don’t be mad, okay?”

Seeing him turn his back without saying a word, Liu Rushuang thought that her earlier words had hurt the young man’s self-esteem, so she quickly apologized and tried to smooth things over.

Although she came from a wealthy family and was beautiful, praised since childhood, she was by no means just a pretty vase with nothing else to offer.

Whether it was her work ability or how she dealt with people, she was outstanding in every way. Coupled with her privileged background that gave her broader experiences, she lived with clarity. Naturally, she would never have the emotional mindset of “I’m a woman, so I can’t apologize to a man.”

Simply put, the stronger someone was at their core, the more they could see things calmly and rationally. If one was wrong, then they were wrong—an apology was just fine.

On the other hand, Lin Mo did not really mind those words, because he knew himself that in the past, he really had no qualities that could attract girls.

Ordinary family background, ordinary looks, and he hardly interacted with girls—was he supposed to just sit around and wait for a girl to confess to him?

But when he heard Liu Rushuang’s words, he was still stunned for a moment, then turned back with a puzzled look at her.

“My bad, hehe, don’t be mad, Xiao Mo is the best!” Liu Rushuang clasped her hands together, speaking with a slight coquettish tone.

Truly worthy of being Empress Rushuang—whether it was allure, purity, mature-sisterly, senior-like, or even widow-like charm, she could switch between versions effortlessly and without a hint of awkwardness, perfectly smooth.

Seeing this, Lin Mo closed his phone, shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and then spoke: “No, I was just thinking about something earlier.”

“Thinking? About what?” Liu Rushuang, seeing his expression really didn’t look like anger, felt relieved and asked.

Hearing this, Lin Mo looked at Liu Rushuang’s face, opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

“What’s with that expression? What’s wrong, can’t tell me? Fine, big sis won’t ask then.” Liu Rushuang, though a little curious, quickly let it go—after all, he had just helped her, and she couldn’t press him too hard.

Lin Mo shook his head: “It’s not that I can’t say, it’s that I don’t know how to say it.”

“Oh?” Hearing that, Liu Rushuang instead grew more curious. Holding her medicine cup, she leaned back on the sofa and blew on it: “No problem, take your time. I promise to tell you everything I know without holding back.”

“Sister Rushuang, how much money do you have?” Lin Mo asked cautiously.

Honestly, bluntly asking about someone’s savings was already quite impolite. Only because Lin Mo hadn’t graduated yet did Liu Rushuang not think much of it.

Even so, when she heard this, she didn’t answer directly. Instead, she looked him up and down with a smile and said: “A lot~ Why, little brother, don’t feel like working hard anymore?”

Lin Mo shook his head: “That’s not it. I just wanted to ask if rich people like you all buy airplanes?”

Come on, he was someone with cheats—he didn’t need to eat soft rice. But this time, the shopping page had given him too much.

Even if it was military goods, as the saying went, high risk brought high reward. Just the thought that this thing was worth 50 to 80 million U.S. dollars made his breathing quicken.

In other words, if he could really sell it, just one plane would mean he would never worry about food or clothing for life. A few “small goals” would be at his fingertips.

Those weapons he’d scrolled past before were worth so much less; they couldn’t even compare. Even the most expensive sports cars and ginseng were but a drop in the bucket.

If it were converted into Angong Niuhuang Pills, he could practically eat them like meals.

“Private jet? I couldn’t afford one, but my family could. That said, not every rich person buys private jets. Buying it is one thing, but the maintenance costs afterward are sky-high, and they’re annual. It’s really not worth it. Why do you ask?”

Liu Rushuang answered with some confusion.

Indeed, there was never a shortage of rich people in the country, but those who bought private jets were few. The main issue was the poor cost-effectiveness. How many times a year could one even fly? If there was business, going to the airport was just as well.

“Uh, not a private jet, a fighter jet! J-10C.” Lin Mo asked carefully.

“Cough, cough… what? Say that again? Fighter jet? What kind of rich person would buy that? Big sis does legitimate business, you think I’m some mercenary abroad?”

Liu Rushuang, who had just been sipping her medicine, choked immediately at his words, speechless.

Indeed, a private jet was still reasonable, though rare and expensive—at least they were sold domestically. But a fighter jet? Who would buy that? Not to mention whether anyone dared to, even if they could, what would they do with it? Collect it?

“Then Sister Rushuang, do you know anyone abroad who might need one?” Lin Mo pressed.

Liu Rushuang rolled her eyes at him: “What, even if I did, you could really get me one? Please, don’t overestimate your big sis. My family just does small business, we’re not warlords. Where would I know people who need fighter jets?”

Then, her eyes shifted mischievously, and she teased with a smile:

“Why don’t you ask Yuanyuan? Her family’s better off than mine, they’ve been wealthy since her grandfather’s time. Maybe she has the connections.”

Lin Mo: …

Looking at her mischievous expression, he gave up that dangerous thought. He might be blinded by greed, but he wasn’t stupid. He could at least recognize obvious bait.

As for selling a fighter jet abroad himself—first, he couldn’t find a buyer. Second, even if he did, why would they believe he actually had one?

Third, and most importantly, if he really produced one, he couldn’t explain its source. If he ran into people who robbed and killed, his life might be over. After all, abroad wasn’t as safe as home. A disagreement there might be settled with guns—biubiubiu.

“Uh, forget it, I was just asking casually.” Lin Mo gave an embarrassed laugh.

Liu Rushuang was completely thrown off by his words: “Wait, what exactly are you asking? I didn’t understand a thing.”

“It’s nothing, I really was just asking casually.” Lin Mo denied.

Liu Rushuang: “So I let you put your hand in and press, and this is your attitude? Taking advantage and then brushing it off? I misjudged you, I didn’t think you were this kind of…”

“Uh, then lend me some money!”

Before Liu Rushuang could finish, Lin Mo spoke up.

He couldn’t sell arms, but wasn’t there still investment? Maximum interest at ten, the more principal, the greater the profit. Even if it was just three days, it would still be a considerable income.

Judging from Hextech Investment+’s style, it was probably one round per day. One million invested would become 1.1 million the next day, 1.21 million the second, and 1.331 million the third. Excluding the principal, he would net 330,000 in three days—quite a handsome profit.

Most importantly, it was a guaranteed win, the best choice to accumulate wealth, and it gave him a legitimate source for the money.

When asked by family later, he could just say he made it in the stock market.

And among the wealthy around him, the ones who might lend him money were none other than Empress Rushuang and Miss Yuan.

Otherwise, with just himself, even maxing out loans, he probably wouldn’t get much.

By now, Liu Rushuang was so amused by his shamelessness that she laughed, tapping his forehead with a finger: “You’ve learned to scheme your big sis, huh? Don’t you already have a million? Why borrow more? Want to buy a house?”

Given Lin Mo’s situation, aside from buying a house, she couldn’t think of anything else he would need money for.

“Uh, yeah, a house.” Lin Mo thought about it, then didn’t deny it. After all, he needed a legitimate excuse to borrow money.

“Real estate isn’t doing too well now. If you want to buy a house, you should ask Yuanyuan, she could get you a discount. Anyway, how much do you want to borrow?” Liu Rushuang reminded him casually, then agreed.

Lend him money? Even if Lin Mo couldn’t repay, she could take him as collateral. She wouldn’t lose.

At worst, once he graduated, she could drag him into her company—work him like a horse during the day, and like a horse at home at night. Either way, she’d profit.

“Really?” Lin Mo asked excitedly.