Unboxing the Big Toy

Cessna may not sound like a well-known brand, perhaps not as famous as Gulfstream or Bombardier, but in reality, the company has a history of over a century and has been deeply involved in light and medium-sized business jets, arguably leading the pack in this field.

Yes, the Cessna CJ4 is a light business jet, the same model Eileen Gu.

It's worth about 40 million, but less than 50 million.

It cannot compare to the Gulfstream's large private jets, which are worth hundreds of millions of dollars and have a range of over 10,000 kilometers. The number of passengers it can carry is less than half that of the Gulfstream G650.

But it's enough for my needs.

Although this Cessna can only carry eight or nine passengers, it's a private jet, so how many people do you want to carry? The range is only a little over 2,400 kilometers, but that's enough as long as you're not traveling from the northernmost to the southernmost point, or from the easternmost to the westernmost point within the country.

With such a private jet, his future travels north and south will be much more convenient, taking only a little over an hour to take off and land.

Chen Zhang's gift was both practical and deeply appreciated by him.

"All the air traffic permits and paperwork are done, and all the ownership documents are here." Chen Zhang smiled and handed over the document bag. "Good brother, don't mind the small size, please accept it."

Zhang Yang smiled and gladly accepted it.

Those large business jets from Gulfstream and Bombardier are exclusively for the ultra-wealthy.

How should I put it now? He's definitely not an ordinary wealthy man, but to call him a super-rich man, he still lacks a certain amount of accumulation and foundation.

Let's set a small goal first: turn thirty.

By then, the Huaying Film and Television Base, costing tens of billions of yuan, will be completed, and following this development strategy, the total number of its own Soup King Hotpot restaurants will be approaching three or four hundred, and it might even go public.

Not to mention the next few years, with the system at their disposal, who knows how many industries they will acquire.

By then, using a Gulfstream or Bombardier will be a piece of cake, and it will truly live up to its reputation.

A burst of congratulations immediately followed.

Several top influencers who were encountering this kind of situation for the first time, and who belonged to this elite circle, held their breath and dared not even breathe loudly.

Is this... the circle they can only dream of but never reach?

A birthday party—let's see what gifts were given!

The average cost starts at several million, and even giving away a house is not unusual; some people even give away a private jet.

If they hadn't experienced it themselves, they would have thought it was some kind of fairy tale.

This isn't just about being rich; it's a veritable feast of money, power, and influence. While these women are glamorous and Yangwang by their fans outside, here they can only be mere supporting characters, awkwardly offering a curt "Brother, let's drink."

After the gifts were given out, they piled up into a small mountain.

Then there were clusters of famous wines. Those trendy wines Ace of Spades didn't really stand out here; they were just put aside. Any girl in the room who was bold enough could come over, have a drink with them, and leave with a glass.

On the table, Louis XIII, Hennessy, Martell, and other spirits are the mainstream.

Zhang Yang was surrounded by people in a booth, surrounded by drinks and clinking glasses. He heard a constant stream of flattery and fawning. On the DJ Booth, the girls danced tirelessly, each time more energetic than the last.

On the big screen, Zhang Yang in the audience and his reflection in the image look at each other.

For a moment, I felt a sense of disorientation, as if it were both real and illusory.

This is the epitome of breathtaking scenery.

Bite!

Just past midnight, the giant custom-made cake was slowly pushed out by several long-legged girls dressed in black bunny girl outfits.

As the lights came on, the entire room fell silent, and then everyone sang "Happy Birthday" in unison.

The foreign DJ on stage, speaking Mandarin with a strange accent, the girl group members who stopped dancing, the friends in the audience, and all the girls from various backgrounds in the venue stood up and turned their eyes to Zhang Yang.

On the large screen, the image switched and focused on that incomparably handsome figure.

"Come on, Brother Zhang, make a wish and cut the cake."

Zhang Yang stood up with a smile and stood in front of the cake.

Make a wish?

What should I wish for?

Wealth, money, and beautiful women... those are too vulgar; I don't lack any of that now.

Then... I only wish for national prosperity and peace, and for the health of my family and friends.

He opened his eyes, blew out the candle, and his phone, as if timed perfectly, began receiving one blessing text message after another.

It was just a chance encounter; those who didn't know their own birthdays need not be mentioned.

Everyone who knew their birthday sent their blessings right on time.

Happy birthday, my husband! Wishing you countless joys and happiness every year!

[Happy birthday, old classmate! When is the next time we meet? I miss you.]

Happy birthday, brother-in-law!

[Wishing my idol boss eternal handsomeness, eternal youth, and... also endless wealth, the kind he can never spend all of!]

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Zhang Yang figured that if he posted a message on his WeChat Moments now, wishing himself a happy birthday, it would be a huge turnaround.

The number of likes, comments, and private messages I'm expecting will be off the charts.

There's no way around it, he's just that popular... or to put it another way, it's his good looks, charm, and wealth that give him the capital to be popular.

At 1 a. m., Zhang Yang left with two internet celebrities in his arms.

As for the belongings, he arranged for special personnel to transport them back to his Beijing Manor and store them carefully.

Because it was too late, Zhang Yang decided not to return to the Beijing Manor, but instead went to the Bulgari Hotel in Beijing, which was nearby.

In the middle of the night, after a thoroughly enjoyable experience.

Zhang Yang stood in the 195-square-meter balcony suite of the Bulgari Garden. Behind him, in the extra-large suite 2.4 meters wide, lay two girls with slender waists, long legs, and long black hair.

These two top internet celebrities present a cool and aloof persona on short video platforms, but in private, they are incredibly gentle and doting on him.

In return, Zhang Yang agreed to go to their live stream and become their top supporter, helping them along whenever possible.

"Call."

Step out of the suite and head straight onto its distinctive garden balcony.

Zhang Yang sat on a wooden chair in the night, gazing at the China Zun on the distant horizon, his thoughts drifting away.

At this time of year, temperatures in the north are already quite low.

But now, with his blood surging and his pores opening and closing freely, he could completely lock in his body temperature and naturally couldn't feel the slightest bit of coldness, only a slight coolness.

"It's time to go back."

With the end of the year approaching, it's time to go back home.

As for all matters, big and small, in Beijing, Huaying Investment is handling everything, and they are all working diligently and systematically to prepare for the start of construction.

It is expected that many construction companies will enter the market after the Lunar New Year, and this mega-industry involving various huge projects will soon commence construction.

So, he's free for now and can go home and celebrate the New Year in peace.

It was 3 a. m. when Zhang Yang replied to a bunch of messages, then stood up to go back to rest.

My first birthday after acquiring the system.

It was fulfilling, enriching, and full of rewards, enough for him to reminisce about for many years to come.

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Early the next morning, Zhang Yang escorted the two girls home.

The two belong to different MCN companies, but coincidentally, Li Xingyu's Ganshun Capital has invested in both companies, making them top shareholders.

Before getting off the bus, both top female internet celebrities with millions of followers looked reluctant to leave.

Undoubtedly, last night's experience was so unforgettable that it will stay with them for a lifetime.

"Young Master Zhang, remember to come find us when you start broadcasting."

"I only want Zhang Shao to be my number one fan."

Two girls held their phones, their eyes gazing at Zhang Yang with teary eyes.

"Okay, I'll contact you when the broadcast starts." Zhang Yang smiled and casually patted their thighs. "Get out of the car."

The two smiled sweetly, kissed Zhang Yang's cheeks, one on each side, and then got out of the car.

After dropping the two off, Zhang Yang headed to the airport to receive his new toy, Cessna CJ4.

The private jet has completed all the formalities and is registered under a general aviation company under Chen Zhang's family group, with a full complement of pilots and cabin crew.

Last night, Chen Zhang confidently assured Zhang Yang that all operating costs, including hosting, maintenance, and takeoff fees, would be covered by their company. Zhang Yang only needed to use the service.

How could I possibly accept that? He's not short of money anyway.

So he accepted the plane, but he had to bear the other expenses, personnel, maintenance, and operating costs himself.

The two struggled, but in the end, Chen Zhang couldn't persuade Zhang Yang otherwise.

Finally, the management fee for the general aviation company was waived, and Zhang Yang covered all other expenses himself.

Beijing Capital International Airport, business jet tarmac.

The staff from the general aviation company led Zhang Yang to his brand-new Cessna CJ4.

"Mr. Zhang, the captain and first officer assigned to you are the most experienced and professional pilots in our general aviation company. Do you have any requirements regarding the cabin crew?" a staff member asked warmly.

He had been notified and knew that this client's identity was quite special, so he treated him with utmost enthusiasm.

"There aren't any special requirements for the flight attendants. You guys can arrange it as you see fit," Zhang Yang said casually, then walked straight to his new toy.

Although I know this plane can't compare to those large business jets from Gulfstream, after all, there's a price difference.

However, in reality, it doesn't look small at all.

Meanwhile, a staff member provided the aircraft's fuselage dimensions.

It has a wingspan of 15.54 meters and a fuselage length of 16.26 meters.

If I had to make a comparison, let's put it this way: the Gulfstream G650 is roughly twice the size of this one. As for cruising speed, the fastest is 839 kilometers per hour, which would take a little over an hour to travel from Beijing to Magic City.

Stepping onto the plane, well, it may be small, but it has everything you need.

While it may not have the cabin space of those large business jets, it is fully equipped with a water bar and restrooms, and the eight-seat layout is spacious enough, making for a decent experience.

As for the more professional and advanced avionics systems, although the staff introduced them, Zhang Yang was not a professional and only understood a fraction of what they said.

"Tsk, if I have the chance next time, I'll definitely exchange for a piloting skill," Zhang Yang thought to himself.

Ideally, he should be someone who is proficient in all types of aircraft, from passenger planes to fighter jets, and then obtain a pilot's license so that Zhang Yang can experience the joy of piloting an airplane and soaring through the blue sky.

Now that we've seen the plane, it's time to prepare for our return trip.

Zhang Yang drove away from the airport, taking the opportunity to finish up his work before leaving.

On the eve of his departure, Li Xingyu came to find him.

"Brother Zhang, I heard you're going back to Magic City?"

"Leaving tomorrow, coming back after the New Year." Zhang Yang looked at Li Xingyu and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"I have a friend in Magic City who wants to hitch a ride on your private jet back home," Li Xingyu said with a smile.

"Who is it?" Zhang Yang asked another question.

"Du Xiaochen, the young master of the Fengyuan Group, is a very nice young man," Li Xingyu introduced from the side. "Brother Zhang, could you do me a favor?"

Zhang Yang blinked.

Fengyuan Group in Magic City? He had heard of this group before. It was one of the top 30 private enterprises in Magic City and a diversified conglomerate involved in many industries.

Is this Xiao Du trying to hitch a ride on my plane in a roundabout way?

Is he short of money for first class or even a private jet?

Zhang Yang looked at Li Xingyu without saying a word.

After being stared at by Zhang Yang for a while, Li Xingyu finally couldn't hold back and confessed.

"I couldn't hide it from you any longer, Brother Zhang. The main thing is... this friend admires your reputation and wants to get to know you," Li Xingyu explained sheepishly. "My family has business dealings with his family, and he was the one who came to make the arrangements this time."

"Okay, then come back with me." Zhang Yang nodded and readily agreed.

What is it mainly about?

His network of connections is now mostly based in Beijing, but Magic City is also where he started and can be considered a major base.

In Magic City, he didn't make many connections.

This bustling metropolis, a vibrant hub of nightlife and a place where fortunes rise and fall, is truly a city where Magic City reigns supreme. The saying that "even the air smells of money" is no exaggeration.

This is actually a pretty good opportunity for Xiao Du to get to know some of the talented people in Magic City.

"Okay, Brother Zhang, I'll go talk to Xiao Du right away." Li Xingyu said with satisfaction, "This kid has been pestering me for so long, wanting to get to know you, Brother Zhang. Now his wish has been fulfilled."

The next morning, Zhang Yang arranged for someone to take him to the airport.

While private jets require advance booking of flight routes, they are far more convenient than anything else.

The ability to arrive and depart at will, to fly wherever you please, is not just a slogan.

The scheduled departure time is 8:30.

Zhang Yang leisurely arrived at his Cessna private jet, and incidentally met the captain and first officer on duty, along with two flight attendants, for the first time.

Both pilots appeared to be the composed and experienced type.

The flight attendants assigned to him were naturally elegant and beautiful, with excellent poise.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." They greeted each other with smiles.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Yang nodded and smiled gently.

A short while later, he boarded the plane and found a comfortable seat.

Sitting in your own private jet, leaning back comfortably by the window, watching the busy takeoffs of commercial airliners at the distant airport – this feeling is indescribable.

"Mr. Zhang, here's some tea for you." A flight attendant in a blue and red uniform smiled as she served the tea.

Zhang Yang sipped his tea, checked the time, and waited for Xiao Du to arrive.

A moment later, outside the private jet, an employee of the general aviation company leaned out and whispered, "Mr. Zhang, your friend has arrived."

Then, a handsome young man walked onto the plane with a smile, taking three steps in one.

"Hello, Brother Zhang, I'm Du Xiaochen. I've admired you for a long time." He bent down and extended his hand.