Chapter 528

Chapter 528: The "White Wolf" Wins People Over with Virtue

After much consideration, Lin Mo decided to join the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group team for Boeing’s invitation. The reason was simple: Professor Yan Guoqiang, his mentor, was also on the list. With a teacher involved, it would be inappropriate for Lin Mo, as a student, to join another team. At the very least, he had to show respect for his mentor.

Although Lin Mo had a close technical collaboration with Shenyang Aircraft Corporation and held some shareholder power in National Defense Star, his true affiliation was solely with the military. Specifically, Lin Mo did not belong to any aircraft manufacturer’s organization, so joining any team wouldn’t make much difference since he would still visit Boeing to see the sixth-generation fighter.

Lin Mo’s smooth integration into this setup was also thanks to Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group being clever. At the Paris-Le Bourget International Aerospace Exhibition, with Lin Mo’s support, National Defense Star and Shenyang Aircraft Corporation made quite a splash, with the J-11 almost becoming the top-selling aircraft of the event.

Unexpectedly overwhelming orders almost overwhelmed National Defense Star, a small company on the brink of failure. Sometimes, too much can be just as harmful; their fragile production capacity nearly suffocated this emerging manufacturer. To successfully fulfill all orders, Shenyang Aircraft Corporation worked tirelessly behind the scenes to assist National Defense Star in taking orders and adjusting their production line, allowing them to meet every sale without any losses.

This stirred envy among companies like Sukhoi, MiG, Boeing, and Dassault; even a small slip would have been a feast for them. The stingy Chinese actually secured all the orders, and that new manufacturer risked being overwhelmed.

Signing a contract without the capability to deliver would definitely lead to disastrous consequences.

Lin Mo called Professor Yan again. Surprisingly, the professor’s tone wasn’t as intense; he had received a notification from the 611 Institute yesterday to attend Boeing’s sixth-generation fighter presentation in America. Limited by confidentiality regulations, Professor Yan hadn’t mentioned this to Lin Mo during their call. Only after Lin Mo checked his email and called back did Professor Yan confirm it. He was delighted that his disciple’s name was also on the personnel list, signifying that the country and air force recognized Lin Mo as a technical expert.

Thinking back, this dedicated student was the most hardworking and rapidly improving young person he had ever encountered. In a short period, he absorbed knowledge related to aircraft design like a sponge, and his performance left a significant impact on the domestic aerospace field. As a pilot and design expert, he perfectly combined theory and practice, which was truly astonishing.

After ending the call, Lin Mo formally replied to emails. Although he had joined the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group team, he still expressed gratitude to Shenyang Aircraft Corporation and National Defense Star in his message.

Young Master Chen must have felt quite something knowing that a shareholder from his company had joined another team. His expression would undoubtedly be something to remember upon seeing the forwarded emails.

Lin Mo’s ideas were astonishingly free-spirited, perhaps showcasing the J-11 in an exaggerated aerial maneuver like a fighter jet waltz.

“Hey, I’m ‘White Wolf.’ Wow, I just arrived at the airport. Let’s see what time it is… nine o’clock! I’m not late at all. I swear, this is as genuine as it gets! Boss, you’ve wronged me. No need to keep lecturing me; I have my pride! Trust me, I’ll get this done perfectly. I won’t mess up again, rest assured, I’ll contact Little Song and the others.”

“…No, no, Boss, I’m not talking about you! I wouldn’t dare! Even if I had ten times more courage, I wouldn’t! Some blind fool ran into me while talking on the phone and walking, completely clueless! He couldn’t even see a living person right in front of him! I’m not a little girl, why would I bump into someone? I’m not gay! Boss, I’m listening! Yeah, I’m sure the other guy fell! I’ve trained for years; it’s not like I’m that weak! Otherwise, I’d be embarrassing you! Yes, yes, I apologize! I’ll sincerely apologize! It’s all my fault. I’ve been reflecting a lot, and I’m ready to be a new person. Please wait a moment…”

At Beijing Capital International Airport, a man dressed in a gray trench coat dragged a suitcase and awkwardly put down his phone, covering up Mike’s position. He suddenly turned fierce and roared at the person on the ground, who was moaning in a shrimp-like pose.

There was no helping it; one thing conquers another. Even the strongest guy gets subdued by a leader, easily left on the sidelines for years. For the proud and self-proclaimed dragon among men like White Wolf, this was worse than losing his life.

However, the "most sincere apology" that his dear boss mentioned had to be executed.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going? Are you trying to cause trouble or get money out of me? Well, I’ve been playing tricks since I was three! Stop acting! Get lost as far as you can! If you keep acting, I’ll give you a lesson you won’t forget!”

The barrage of "apologies," as relentless as a machine gun, left the fallen person speechless, unable to withstand the force.

What kind of person is this? Colliding with someone without an apology and acting so intimidating—he seemed completely unreasonable. Could he be gangsters? Very likely! With that demeanor, he clearly wasn’t a good person.

Seemingly frightened, the man disregarded the pain in his chest, dragged his luggage, and hurriedly crawled away from this troublesome situation, not forgetting to throw a disdainful glare back at the unreasonable guy.

“I can tell you’re faking it! Ugh, what is wrong with people these days? Instead of learning good lessons, they learn how to cause trouble?” White Wolf picked up his phone again, freeing his hand from the microphone, and continued toward the boarding pass exchange area, speaking to the phone like a sycophantic subordinate: “Hey Boss, I apologized to that guy. He says he’s fine! He’s tough! He forgave me and even said he’d take me out for drinks someday! So enthusiastic, a truly honest person! Ouch! That guy must be a martial artist; my chest really hurts! I must’ve hit someone skilled! Boss, we need to mark this as a workplace injury!”

Spouting nonsense and appearing rough, White Wolf was suddenly knocked flying by a sudden force, as if he had collided with an armored car, feeling a pain that drained his strength.

His suitcase flew three or four meters away, sliding across the smooth marble floor.

“Hey! You! Why did you bump into me? You’re done for! You are toast! If you don’t run, see how I deal with you! Today, you’re getting free lessons from me!”

In pain, White Wolf struggled to get back up but couldn’t forget about his phone. Even though he was clearly hurt, he still managed to put the phone back to his ear: “Boss, now it’s me who got bumped! This guy is definitely intentional! Ouch! My arms and legs! This time, I really might be injured! I’m hanging up; I need to reason with him. No worries, I’m White Wolf, I always win people over with virtue!”

He hadn’t finished his threats when he saw the person who bumped into him, seemingly oblivious, continuing to walk. He yelled, “Hey! You! Bastard! Where are you looking? I’m on the ground! You’re done! You’ll regret it; you better bow down to me!”

Wait! Did I just bump into something? Lin Mo heard the noise and looked over to see a pale, weak middle-aged man cursing at him.

It seemed he indeed ran into him.

The outcome of a common civilian colliding with a Dragon Knight was like this, akin to a fly bumping into you; there was no difference from hitting an advancing tank or armored vehicle.

Lin Mo hadn’t even fully processed it when the man directly hit the ground, practicing some moves.

He glanced down.

Damn! Someone’s walking around while talking on the phone! How clueless! They can’t even see the living person right in front of them! I’m not a little girl; why would I bump into someone? I’m not gay! Just an insect!

While Lin Mo didn’t look down on civilians, he had no interest in someone so foul-mouthed and made no effort to apologize.

His gaze wasn’t on this scenario but instead locked onto a corner of the spacious waiting hall.

Qi Fei?!

Lin Mo was genuinely surprised to see her here, but she was busy going through security checks, preparing to enter the boarding area.

“Hey! You brat! If I don’t get an explanation today, it’s not over!” White Wolf was furious at being ignored and angered by the other person’s attitude, “What kind of person is this? No apology for his mistakes? Such a bastard!” He jumped up, fists clenched, ready to give the other a lesson he wouldn’t forget.

“Excuse me!”

Lin Mo returned his attention to the boarding pass exchange area. Perhaps Professor Yan and others were already gathering in the boarding area. He took a step forward, and without a doubt, the foul-mouthed guy got knocked over again.

White Wolf, shocked to find himself on the ground again, realized this wasn’t a coincidence. He was powerless against the force, feeling as fragile as a baby.

What kind of monster is this, with such strength?