Everyone knows airplanes have windows, they just cannot be opened. Yet, has anyone ever seen a plane window as large as a floor-to-ceiling glass wall?
At any rate, Bai Yang was getting a good look at it now.
The plane kept climbing in a certain direction. Once it reached a certain altitude, the walls inside and outside the window positions of this private jet—which originally resembled an ordinary airliner—split apart toward both sides, and then a transparent window two meters high and three meters wide appeared right beside Bai Yang!
This motherfucker had to be black technology, right?
Lying on the soft linen sofa and looking out through the window beside him, he could already faintly see the curvature of the horizon!
"Mr. Bai doesn't need to be surprised. The strength of this kind of glass is ten times higher than the best bulletproof glass on the market, its melting point reaches five thousand degrees, and it won't freeze or fog up at minus one hundred and eighty degrees. Glass of the same volume is more expensive than gold, making it the most suitable material for airplane windows. Seeing the scenery more clearly, isn't it?" Philip said with a light smile on the side.
Where on earth did you see me looking surprised? Bai Yang was speechless in his heart, shrugged, and said, "The scenery outside really does look good this way. I remember when I first took a plane and looked outside from that small window, the angle was wrong, and after a few minutes my neck hurt."
"This plane cannot be given to you, but I can gift you a different private plane instead. I guarantee it's better than Bill Gates's, so Mr. Bai won't have to worry about a sore neck anymore," Philip said with a peculiar