The crowd instantly erupted when the identity of the first person boarding was confirmed as Jiangzhou's Wang Xiaolong!

Damn it all, this was massive news. Back when Uncle Benshan bought a Bombardier Challenger 850 business jet, it already caused a media sensation. That aircraft cost only thirty million dollars, qualifying as a short-to-medium range jet. Compared to Wang Zhuo’s 380, it was a mere speck, let alone the internal space. The Challenger 850 could accommodate a maximum of seventeen seats!

Seventeen seats was the maximum capacity, but private jets prioritized comfort over passenger count, so the actual number onboard was lower. Uncle Benshan had so many apprentices and staff; a single Bombardier Challenger clearly wouldn't suffice.

Yet, Wang Zhuo’s aircraft was the largest 380 in existence! People couldn't help but wonder: Uncle Benshan worried about having too few seats and deciding who to leave behind, while Wang Zhuo’s concern must be that the space is too vast and empty with so few people?!

Just as Wang Zhuo was stepping into the 380 cabin, another aircraft circled and began its descent overhead. Coincidentally, this was a Bombardier Challenger 850 model, one that many at the airport had seen or recognized.

"Hey, look over there, isn't that CEO Hou's plane?"

"Good heavens, it is! Another private jet!"

"It’s landing, it’s landing—do you think it’s going to park right next to that behemoth?"

The onlookers burst into a chorus of excited chatter, many laughing. Compared to Wang Zhuo's behemoth, the aircraft belonging to Jiangzhou's other wealthy figure, Boss Hou, looked like a mere toy model. It was the difference between a swan and a common moorhen beside it!

Everything pales when subjected to comparison. If the North Korean people didn't compare themselves to others, they wouldn't realize how harsh their living conditions were and would continue believing they lived in the happiest nation on earth; if the Chinese people didn't compare themselves to Europe, they wouldn't understand the refinement and development of their own culinary culture, where even a roadside eatery could produce ten times the variety found in a French restaurant.

The agile and compact Challenger 850 landed smoothly on the runway. After decelerating, it taxied toward the apron next to the golden cloud-emblazoned 380. When the two aircraft were parked side-by-side, the difference was immediately obvious!

The Challenger 850 stood 6.22 meters high, whereas the 380 towered at 24.1 meters. Thus, the Golden Cloud was more than three times the height of Boss Hou's aircraft—one equivalent to an eight-story building, the other to two stories. Lined up together, they were clearly not in the same league.

The 380’s 80-meter wingspan was four times that of the Challenger 850, and the length difference was nearly threefold. If the Challenger 850 were compared to a Volkswagen Beetle, the 380 was absolutely as magnificent and imposing as a heavy-duty dump truck.

"I bet Boss Hou is crying right now. There’s no need to bully people like that; showing off a private jet shouldn't invite such scorn."

"Let's pray for Boss Hou. Amen."

"Mommy, Mommy, that little plane that just landed looks like a tiny chick next to the mother hen!"

"When the Dragon Sword emerges, who can challenge it? Instructor Wang is invincible..."

"Compared to the rich people playing with airplanes, those second-generation coal barons playing with cars are mere dross!"

"I heard some of those coal second-generation kids have upgraded to yachts, but they’re still dross..."

"How much does this plane cost? I heard there are only a few in the entire country, right?"

"How much? We don't know the purchase price, but the annual maintenance probably runs into the tens of millions! There is nothing more extravagant on this planet!"

"What I want to see most now is what the interior looks like. Don't tell me even the toilets have gold rims?"

Gold-rimmed toilets were obviously just a metaphor, a joke, but the flush toilets used on Wang Zhuo’s aircraft surely incorporated the world's most advanced scientific technology, making even the most mundane necessities feel like an indulgence!

Siyuan proudly introduced that the technological sophistication of these toilets was second only to those used by astronauts on manned space stations, and everyone instantly believed her!

Quite a number of people boarded the plane together: besides Wang Zhuo and Liu Changfa, there were Director Liu’s three escorts, two airport leaders, two staff members, Wang Zhengdao and Gu Meixue, along with several of Wang Zhuo's close female companions.

Siyuan had indeed brought Wang Zhuo a huge surprise. Stepping into the cabin of the world's largest aircraft, everyone experienced not extravagant opulence, but rather a feeling of entering a future world—everything was so dreamlike and miraculous.

Everything was digitalized; all functions could be voice-controlled. The computer could engage in simple conversation with its owner. The floor glowed beneath their feet, and holographic walls with navigation functions surrounded them. Sensors, invisible yet omnipresent, constantly tracked people's movements. If you left a room, devices like the television would enter energy-saving mode; upon your return for a meal, they would instantly revert to the state they were in when you left.

That wasn't all. If someone on the fourth deck of the cabin spoke into the air, saying, "I want coffee," the wall would immediately respond with an electronic maid's voice, asking what flavor they preferred. Then, after waiting a few minutes, a steward would prepare the coffee and use the wall's audio transmission function to inquire if the coffee could be delivered to their hand now.

If someone felt slightly warm, they only needed to say so. The ubiquitous computer would adjust the cooling level based on the tone of their voice. If you had important matters to attend to, simply saying, "Do not disturb me," would switch your immediate vicinity to silent mode until you issued a new command to the computer.

Everything was voice-controlled, and permission levels could be set according to the identity of the voice owner. If one was too lazy to speak, touch control was also available. The seemingly seamless walls could instantaneously display an LCD control screen wherever desired. If you had the need, and didn't mind the electricity expenditure, all four walls of the room could transform into three-dimensional screens, complemented by powerful audio-visual effects, allowing for a completely immersive movie experience!

Bai Lu instantly demonstrated a film for everyone. When the scene shifted to a tropical rainforest, the scent of the jungle wafted from an unknown source, giving everyone a refreshing jolt, and the humidity in the room rose sharply. The Dolby surround sound made the experience truly immersive. When a lifelike saber-toothed tiger suddenly roared and charged toward the group, it startled many.

Bai Lu laughed and explained, "The effects here are still somewhat lacking. If you go to the screening room on the lower deck, you'll feel a slight vibration under your feet when the tiger runs."

"There's also a fitness program that's quite interesting."

Siyuan chuckled, switched off the movie image, and casually called out into the air, "Who dares to fight me!"

Clap clap!

The room suddenly dimmed. After two crisp sounds of hands meeting, one wall seemed to vanish, and a tall man dressed in a judo uniform walked in from the distance. Approaching the crowd, he arrogantly beckoned them over.

Siyuan started rolling up her sleeves: "You all stand back a bit. Watch me teach him a lesson!"

The group felt a mix of curiosity and amusement. Bai Lu explained with a smile, "The sensors are three-dimensional; you were blocking the lateral view."

Everyone then chuckled and stepped back. Wang Zhuo casually glanced over with his X-ray vision and indeed spotted electronic eyes embedded within the surrounding walls. These things were truly everywhere, yet completely invisible to the naked eye—the level of technology was quite advanced.

So, everyone watched as Siyuan extended her arms and kicked, thoroughly roughing up the judo man. Every time she feigned a punch toward the air, the judo man would cry out, stagger backward, and when he stood up straight again, the contusions on his face were even more pathetic.

Watching her enjoy herself so much, yet without any discernible form or technique, the others quickly understood: her virtual opponent was completely in beat-up mode, taking every blow without retaliating!

Siyuan explained cheerfully, "There are also boxing and Taekwondo modes. I can only spar with a moving target; in a real match, I’d lose in less than a minute. Xiaobai prefers playing squash; that requires a specialized electronic racket."

The sci-fi nature of this aircraft was evident from this single room alone. Everyone's horizons were broadened. Technological development was indeed too fast; these gadgets were science fiction ten years ago, laboratory products five years ago, and now they were in active use!

"With all these features, the power consumption must be enormous, right?" Wang Zhengdao joked, "Aviation fuel is expensive."

"The energy-saving system is the biggest advantage of this aircraft," Siyuan said proudly with a smile. "Except for the areas where people are active and the central core sections that require continuous energy supply, other spaces are near zero-energy consumption. Moreover, from the design stage, I ensured the materials used were as energy-efficient as possible. The entire wall display you see actually consumes less power than a household 40-inch LCD television."

Bai Lu added with a smile, "We conducted a horizontal comparison: among all 380 aircraft currently in service—private, corporate, and civil—this one is the most fuel-efficient."

Holy cow! The crowd was astonished and impressed again. Now that was true high technology: all facilities running on electricity, yet consuming less power than all comparable aircraft—truly remarkable!

"Even Bill Gates's smart mansion probably can't compare to this," Liu Changfa marveled.

"It's a whole generation more advanced than that," Siyuan stated proudly. "At least a full year ahead."

A year? Many people had no intuitive grasp of how long or short that time was, but Wang Zhuo’s comment gave them a clear perspective: "A year is already incredible; Moore's Law is only eighteen months."

"This type of installation is still in the conceptual phase globally, with prototype projects in three developed nations, but no one has officially deployed it yet," Bai Lu explained proudly. "The first aircraft to officially utilize this technology is ours; it took to the skies before it was even implemented on the ground."

Liu Changfa and the others listened, utterly captivated. This was no longer a matter of mere money; it indicated that Wang Zhuo possessed considerable connections and technical prowess in the technology industry. Who was spreading rumors that Wang Zhuo had fallen out of favor? Fell out of favor with what, for crying out loud? Is this the kind of game someone who has lost favor would play? The man had clearly ascended to another plane of existence!