Watching the men arguing until they were red in the face, Fang Chenyi let out a sly laugh. He then reached into his pocket, pulled out a small booklet, and casually waved it in front of them.
"Heh," he said. "There's something I forgot to mention. I have a pilot's license myself. And it's not just for helicopters, you know."
Hearing their Huaxia boss's words, the foreigners all froze. Their gazes immediately shifted to the small booklet in his hand.
The moment their eyes landed on the booklet, everyone's jaws dropped. Old Char, in particular, let out a gasp.
"Oh my god! This is an ultimate pilot's license! No way... Boss, you have to be joking! A license that lets you fly carrier-based jets? There can't be more than ten thousand of these in the whole world!"
Hearing Old Char, Fang Chenyi smiled smugly. He casually plucked the sky-blue license from Old Char's hand and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
