Su Bai's Luxurious Custom Yacht

"Over a hundred million."

After President Zhang said that, the private room fell silent for two seconds.

Holding his teacup, he looked at Su Bai, wanting to see whether the young man would frown or at least ask how much it would cost exactly.

After all, a yacht was not a car.

No matter how expensive a supercar was, once you drove it out, that was about it.

But buying a yacht was only the beginning.

Berthing, crew, maintenance, insurance, fuel, routes—every single one required ongoing investment. Especially for a luxury custom yacht worth over a hundred million, the annual cost of keeping it was an intimidating sum.

When many bosses first heard the quote, they claimed money was no object, only to retreat to the twenty- or thirty-million range in the end.

Su Bai merely nodded.

"Then make it a luxury custom build."

The cup in President Zhang's hand wobbled.

Sitting beside him, Xia Lin turned to look at Su Bai as well.

"You're not going to look around some more?"

"Look at what?" Su Bai smiled. "If I'm buying one, I might as well do it properly. If I buy something that can only circle the river twice, it'll get boring in a few months."

President Zhang came back to his senses and hurriedly set down his teacup.

"President Su, you're sure you want a custom build?"

"I'm sure."

"A luxury custom yacht over eighty feet won't have a short production cycle." President Zhang's tone became noticeably more serious. "From design and configuration to construction and delivery, it'll take around a year at the fastest. If you choose an overseas shipyard, the paperwork and transportation will be additional considerations."

"Time isn't a problem."

Su Bai picked up a piece of steamed river fish and spoke unhurriedly.

"I only