The plane landed smoothly on the airport runway.
Normally, a plane jolted a little when its landing gear wheels touched the ground. That was perfectly normal.
Yet this plane, which looked no different from an ordinary passenger aircraft, settled downward at an almost constant rate from the instant its wheels touched the ground, then became completely steady.
Even over bumps and dips in the runway, neither wheel left the ground, nor was the fuselage supported by the landing gear affected.
In other words, the people sitting inside felt none of the jolts that usually came with landing.
Anyone who truly understood aircraft would have been absolutely blown away by the sight! Just how sophisticated did its mechanical structure and control system have to be to achieve that?
Unfortunately, no one saw any of this, so this ultra-luxurious Boeing 747-8 VIP private jet could only remain a quiet "pretty boy."
After taxiing for some distance, the plane finally stopped. Perhaps because the airport had made arrangements in advance, Shen Bing's private jet did not stop beside a boarding gate, but on an apron instead.
The cabin door opened and the boarding stairs lowered. Shen Bing led the way out.
At the same time, a large group of people near the airport hurried over to greet him.
Every one of them wore a suit and polished shoes. They were either government officials or business elites.
Shen Bing was somewhat surprised to see them. He had not arranged for anyone to meet him at the airport!
But after giving it a little thought, he understood some of the reasons behind their presence. A faint, somewhat cold smile appeared on his face.
Before Shen Bing's feet even touched the ground, an enthusiastic fat man stepped up to him, extending both hands. "Welcome to Singapore,