I confess, I am the Mr. Richest
Chapter 337: In Your Eyes, Is Prada Group Just a Small Shabby Company? (Wishing Everyone a Healthy Dragon Boat Festival)

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: In Your Eyes, Is Prada Group Just a Small Shabby Company? (Wishing Everyone a Healthy Dragon Boat Festival)

Chu Chen looked at Huang Fengmao, smiled, and said,

"Since Mr. Huang is so enthusiastic, alright, then please build an airport for me."

"Once the airport is completed, I’ll bring it over for you to see."

After hearing what Chu Chen said, everyone was extremely surprised.

Was Chu Chen implying he was going to give a plane?

Firstly, a helicopter could be ruled out. Helicopters are relatively small, landing isn’t too demanding, and they don’t require an airport.

The only thing needing an airport would be a private jet.

"I heard from Yuwan that Mr. Mo seems to be interested in Bombardier’s private jets."

"I’ll give Mr. Mo a Bombardier Global 7000 private jet."

Chu Chen added.

Since Huang Fengmao emphasized so heavily that the Rolls-Royce was chosen by Mo Aoqun’s youngest daughter, Chu Chen added this line.

After all, he had three Bombardier Global 7000 private jets and didn’t need that many himself.

Why not give one to Mo Aoqun?

A Bombardier Global 7000 private jet?

Knowing Chu Chen’s gift, both Mo Aoqun and Huang Fengmao were dumbfounded.

This was a private jet worth billions, and just like that, he said he’d give it away?!

Huang Fengmao was completely stunned.

He initially thought that painfully gifting a Rolls-Royce Phantom worth over ninety million was already a grand gesture.

But now compared to Chu Chen giving away a Bombardier Global 7000 private jet worth billions, it was insignificant.

The two simply couldn’t be compared.

Moreover, only about twenty Bombardier Global 7000 private jets are produced worldwide each year, making it extremely difficult to buy just one.

As for Mo Aoqun, he was extremely excited.

He really liked this Bombardier Global 7000 private jet. Otherwise, when he flew to Hang City and saw Chu Chen’s three Bombardier private jets at the airport, he wouldn’t have been so shocked.

Now, Chu Chen actually listened to Yuwan’s advice and gifted him a Bombardier Global 7000 private jet?

Mo Aoqun felt immense joy in his heart.

He affirmed this son-in-law.

Nearby, hearing Chu Chen say this, Mo Yuwan tugged at Chu Chen’s sleeve, feeling this gift was too extravagant.

They say daughters are their dads’ little sweethearts, but unfortunately, this little sweetheart now wrapped herself around Chu Chen.

Mo Yuwan was more inclined towards Chu Chen.

If it were Mo Aoqun gifting this to Chu Chen, Mo Yuwan wouldn’t have stopped him.

If Mo Aoqun knew what his daughter was thinking, he might have coughed up three liters of blood.

Daughters are said to be like water thrown away, but you haven’t even married off yet, and you’re already plotting against your dad.

"No worries."

Chu Chen gave Mo Yuwan a reassuring look, it was just a private jet, nothing too serious.

"Xiao Chen, isn’t this too extravagant?"

Though excited inside, Mo Aoqun tried to refuse.

"It’s worth several billion?"

Chu Chen waved dismissively.

"No problem, a while ago in Hang City, a foolish rich guy tried to stir trouble, and in the end, with the help of some friends, we tricked him out of more than ten billion and made a good sum."

Chu Chen deliberately said.

"Cough cough cough."

"Foolish rich guy" Huang Fengmao coughed, overwhelmed with pain.

Over ten billion!

Just because his son acted foolishly, their Huang Family lost over ten billion to Chu Chen, and Huang Fengmao’s heart was bleeding.

Moreover, those billions weren’t even the worst part.

The worst was that money was almost all the Huang Family’s liquid capital.

Losing that sum to Chu Chen immediately plunged the Huang Family into crisis, with several companies facing cash flow issues, eventually leading to severe consequences.

After this incident, the Huang Family lost a quarter of their assets, nearly four to five billion.

Every time he thought about it, Huang Fengmao couldn’t sleep from the pain.

He always felt that someday he’d be infuriated to death by these useless children.

Now, hearing Chu Chen, especially seeing the smile on Chu Chen’s face, Huang Fengmao felt even more heartache.

"Father-in-law, are you alright?"

Mo Aoqun asked with concern.

"Nothing, nothing."

Huang Fengmao waved it off; he dared not let Mo Aoqun know about this matter.

"Good to hear."

Mo Aoqun said, then turned to Chu Chen, his face filled with regretful admiration,

"Xiao Chen, your luck is incredible, such foolish rich folks deserve to be fooled, it’s a shame you only tricked him for billions; you should’ve gotten more."

Pfft!

Those words from Mo Aoqun were like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into Huang Fengmao’s heart.

How painful!

Wasn’t losing over ten billion enough for him?!

How much would be enough, one hundred billion, or one trillion?!

Even if they sold the entire Huang Family, they couldn’t come up with a trillion.

Huang Fengmao’s heart hurt so much he could hardly breathe.

"I’ll step out for a bit."

Huang Fengmao couldn’t stay any longer; he feared continuing there would infuriate him to death by the invisible knives of Chu Chen and Mo Aoqun.

Chu Chen and Mo Aoqun continued chatting.

More than half an hour later, a sleepy Mo Qianqian was finally dragged over by Huang Biyu.

"Stay alert. Remember everything I taught you."

Huang Biyu reminded her daughter.

"Remembered."

Mo Qianqian responded with an impatient look.

Huang Biyu first sent a message to Huang Fengmao, then took Mo Qianqian inside.

"Dad, happy birthday."

As they entered, nudged by Huang Biyu, Mo Qianqian reluctantly spoke.

"You still remember to come back."

Mo Aoqun was visibly angry.

He hadn’t seen his youngest daughter for nearly half a month and had no idea where she had been fooling around.

He had disciplined her numerous times, but thanks to Huang Biyu’s indulgence, Mo Qianqian remained stubborn, leaving Mo Aoqun helpless in the end.

Being told off by Mo Aoqun, Mo Qianqian became even more impatient.

"Aoqun, don’t say that about Qianqian; she’s been doing respectable things recently."

Huang Biyu quickly mediated.

"Now, Qianqian is working at a major company."

"Qianqian, tell your dad properly."

With Huang Biyu’s prompting, Mo Qianqian explained,

"Dad, I’m currently the Vice President of Fendi Group’s Greater China Region, capable, right?"

Vice President of Fendi Group’s Greater China Region?

Mo Aoqun immediately stood up, utterly shocked,

"What did you say?"

"Dad, it’s true; here’s the work certificate."

Saying that, Mo Qianqian pulled out the work certificate Huang Biyu previously handed her.

Taking a look at the work certificate, it indeed confirmed what Mo Qianqian had said.

Though a bit surprised, Mo Aoqun felt extremely excited inside, praising Mo Qianqian,

"Qianqian, well done."

"Of course, how could our daughter be any less?"

Huang Biyu displayed pride.

Nearby, the just-returned Huang Fengmao, seeing the effect, showed a smile, feeling his efforts were worth it.

"Qianqian is our pride, serving as the Vice President of Fendi Group’s Greater China Region."

"Unlike someone, just stuck in a tiny company as a general manager."

Huang Biyu said with a sarcastic undertone.

"Oh, in your view, Prada Group is a tiny company?"

Chu Chen retorted.