Chapter 166 Mr. Wang, are you moved?

In that smile, there was no embarrassment, no apprehension; instead, it carried a trace of composure that saw through everything, and a hint of playfulness as if watching a good show.

Li Jiajun looked at the identical smiles on the faces of Liu Jianguo and that Air Force Major General, and the confidence that had risen in his heart from playing his final trump card began to deflate rapidly, like a balloon pricked by a needle.

An extremely ominous premonition crawled up his spine all the way to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.

Something was wrong.

This plot development was wrong.

According to the normal script, after he brought out the commercial giant Shunfeng Group and the black-and-white legal contract, even if the other party didn't back down on the spot, they should at least show some apprehension and then sit down to renegotiate.

But why were they smiling?

Smiling so confidently, so nonchalantly.

'Could it be... that they don't even take the Express Delivery Company seriously?'

'Or could it be that they are fearless because they have support?'

Li Jiajun was speechless in his heart; he realized that the commercial logic he was so proud of seemed to have no effect at all in front of these people.

The legal weapon he had meticulously prepared, once deployed, seemed like a stone sinking into the ocean, not even causing a splash.

Just as he was utterly baffled, that Air Force Major General moved.

He did not look at Li Jiajun again, nor did he touch the beautifully printed contract on the table; instead, he unhurriedly took out a black encrypted phone with no markings on the casing from his pocket.

Right in front of Li Jiajun, he pressed a few buttons and held the phone to his ear.

The call seemed to connect very quickly.

"Hello," the Air Force Major General's voice remained gentle, sounding as if he were arranging an ordinary afternoon tea, "Please invite President Wang of the Express Delivery Company over here."

After speaking, he hung up, tucked the heavy-looking phone back into his pocket, and then picked up his teacup again, blowing on it gently, as casually as if he had just called to order takeout.

...

Li Jiajun was completely stunned.

Invite... invite him over?

Invite him from where?

The headquarters of the Express Delivery Company is thousands of kilometers away in Shenzhen!

This understated word "invite" made him hear the power of a landslide or tsunami.

...

The time that followed became incredibly agonizing.

The atmosphere in the hangar was extremely strange.

Those Air Force Experts were looking at the design drawings of the twin-tailed scorpion while occasionally casting glances at Li Jiajun, glances filled with sympathy.

Wang Dachui was already too scared to speak, shrinking into a corner, trying hard to minimize his presence, fearing that he would be noticed by those big shots.

Liu Jianguo sat there calmly, leisurely sipping tea, occasionally casting a look at Li Jiajun that said "don't be impatient, the good show is yet to come," a look that made Li Jiajun's heart creep out.

Li Jiajun felt like a prisoner waiting for sentencing; every minute and every second felt as long as a century.

His confidence had completely vanished, replaced by an increasingly intense unease and a sense of absurdity that he was about to witness something outrageous.

He didn't know what method the other party would use to invite President Wang over, but he knew it was definitely not a commercial method he could imagine.

After a while.

A low, rumbling sound, like muffled thunder, came from the sky above the factory, moving from far to near.

Rumble—!

The sound grew louder and louder, carrying a strong gust of air that made the windows of the entire hangar buzz.

Li Jiajun and Wang Dachui's expressions changed, and they rushed to the window.

They saw that on the open space outside the factory, a military helicopter painted in military green camouflage was kicking up dust as it slowly landed.

The strong wind stirred up by the huge rotors even blew several small trees in the factory area until they were swaying wildly.

'A... a military helicopter?!'

Li Jiajun looked at the steel beast filled with a murderous aura, and felt his throat go dry.

Is this damn thing what they call an invitation?

This is clearly kidnapping!

Soon, the helicopter stopped, and the cabin door opened.

Accompanied by several fully armed soldiers, a middle-aged man wearing a high-end custom suit, but with his hair somewhat disheveled by the wind, walked out of the cabin with a confused expression.

It was none other than the founder of the Shunfeng Group—President Wang.

He clearly hadn't figured out the situation yet, and it wasn't until he was escorted into the hangar and saw the room full of big shots in military uniforms, as well as the pale-faced Li Jiajun standing in the crowd, that he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His gaze swept over Liu Jianguo, over the smiling Air Force Major General, and finally landed on the familiar strategic cooperation agreement on the table.

At that moment, all color drained from President Wang's face.

His face, which was usually composed and confident, turned deathly pale in an instant.

As someone who had been struggling in the business world for half his life, he immediately understood the situation before him.

"President Wang, don't just stand there, come over and sit."

The Air Force Major General stood up, a hospitable smile on his face, personally guided President Wang to a seat, and poured him a cup of hot, steaming tea.

"President Wang, you also came from hard times; you know how difficult it has been for our country to develop to where it is today."

The Air Force Major General did not mention the contract, but instead made small talk, his tone earnest and sincere.

He pointed to the upgraded version of the twin-tailed scorpion outside the window, which had already been unveiled and was loaded with missile models, and said slowly:

"To tell you the truth, this delivery plane designed by Factory Director Li is crucial to our country's future air defense cause."

"Some of its technologies can even allow us to catch up with or even surpass the Ugly Country in certain fields. Its significance has far exceeded the scope of commerce."

President Wang held the teacup, his palms full of cold sweat, not daring to say a word.

The Air Force Major General looked at him, the smile on his face becoming more amiable, but his eyes becoming incredibly sharp.

He paused, and in an extremely slow tone, as if every word carried the weight of a thousand jin, he asked the question that was enough to make anyone's heart tremble:

"Now, the country needs it, and we want to requisition it."

"I am asking you, President Wang."

"Facing the country's needs, being able to contribute to the country, are you... moved?"

The words "are you moved" were enunciated with extra emphasis and clarity.

President Wang's hand holding the teacup shook violently.

The scalding tea splashed out instantly, splattering on the back of his hand and leaving a red mark, but he seemed completely unaware of it.

He just stared blankly at the Air Force Major General's smiling face, his lips trembling, unable to say a single word.

He also started babbling.