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Su Man became interested.

"We need a way to stop anytime and really enjoy the scenery."

Shen Fei's tone was somewhat mysterious: "I've prepared something for you."

The car drove into the manor, but instead of stopping at the main building, it went around to the lawn and helipad at the back.

Pete was already waiting, with a blond man in a sharp suit standing next to him.

As soon as the man saw Shen Fei get out of the car, he immediately greeted him with a big smile.

"Boss, this is Mr. Anderson, the chief designer of Icarus Wings," Pete introduced.

"Mr. Shen, hello, it's an honor to meet you." Anderson extended his hand warmly.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson."

Shen Fei shook hands with him, then turned to introduce Su Man to him: "This is Miss Su Man, my most important guest, and also today's participant."

Anderson turned to Su Man and bowed politely: "Beautiful lady, it is my pleasure to serve you."

After a brief chat, Anderson opened the metal box in his hand, and a miniature projector rose up, projecting a 3D model of an aircraft onto the lawn. The model had smooth lines and a futuristic feel.

It was a small amphibious aircraft.

"Mr. Shen, Ms. Su," Anderson's voice trembled slightly, as if he were introducing his most prized creation, "This is our company's new flagship, the Siren-7. We call it the Personal Exploration Vehicle."

He waved his hand, and the holographic image immediately disintegrated, revealing its internal structure.

"The fuselage is made of a single piece of carbon fiber, making it both lightweight and sturdy. The power system is our exclusively developed hybrid turbo engine, which can be switched to pure electric quiet drive during cruising, minimizing disturbance when you approach wildlife."

"The wings can be folded, making it easy to park in a yacht hangar or garage. The highlight is the panoramic cabin, which uses high-strength curved glass, offering a 270-degree field of vision with virtually no obstruction. Imagine yourself suspended in the air, flying over this coastline."

As Su Man listened, she could almost picture herself sitting in that plane, skimming low over the sea, flying alongside whales and dolphins.

Seeing the light in Su Man's eyes, Shen Fei knew she liked it, so he asked, "What about the performance parameters?"

"Maximum range of 1,500 kilometers, cruising speed of 220 kilometers per hour. Takeoff and landing distance on water is only 250 meters, and on land it is 300 meters. In other words, any lake or flat grassland within your territory can serve as your private airport," Anderson introduced confidently.

Su Man's mind was completely focused on the flying machine called the Siren.

With it, you can freely explore this place.

"The base price is 1.98 million Canadian dollars," Anderson finally quoted.

Pete, who was listening nearby, gasped in shock.

Shen Fei didn't even lift his eyelids. He walked around the holographic model once and then made a series of demands.

"The engine noise is too loud, even in turbo mode. Have your engineers optimize it further, reducing the noise by another 30% without sacrificing performance."

"Under the fuselage, a multispectral sonar detection system has been installed, which can generate high-precision seabed topographic maps in real time, and the data is synchronized to my personal terminal."

"In addition to high strength, the cockpit glass also needs to have adjustable polarization function to eliminate water surface reflection."

"And the fuselage paint job—don't use the usual colors. I want a biomimetic coating that can simulate the reflection of water waves based on the lighting conditions, so that it can blend into the environment as much as possible when it's on the water."

Every time Shen Fei made a request, Anderson's expression changed.

These requirements go beyond the scope of conventional regulations, and each one represents a huge technical challenge and research and development cost.

"Mr. Shen..." Anderson took a deep breath, "What you've mentioned is practically equivalent to redesigning an entire aircraft. As for the cost..."

"I don't care about the cost."

Shen Fei interrupted him, "I only care about the result. Tell me, can you do it, and how long will it take?"

These words were spoken in a very calm tone, but they were incredibly oppressive.

Anderson paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up, revealing the drive typical of an engineer:

"Theoretically... it's all possible! But it would require our top team to spend at least six months. As for the final cost, I estimate it will exceed five million Canadian dollars."

When he announced the figure, even his throat felt a little dry. It was almost the price of a mid-sized business jet.

"make a deal."

Shen Fei uttered two words, crisp and decisive.

"Money is not a problem, I want the best." He turned to look at Su Man, his eyes gentle. "My place needs a good pair of eyes to appreciate it."

Anderson was convinced. He knew that he had encountered a client who was truly at the very top of the pyramid.

"Okay, Mr. Shen! We'll assemble a special team immediately!" Anderson said excitedly. "So, what are your thoughts on the aircraft's paint scheme details and personalized naming?"

Shen Fei did not answer, but instead turned his gaze to Su Man:

What do you think it should be called?

Su Man was stunned for a moment, then realized that Shen Fei was trying to get her involved.

She thought for a moment, then said softly:

"It takes us to see all the scenery here, roaming freely. How about we name it 'The Wanderer'?"

"Wanderer..." Shen Fei pondered the name, then nodded. "Very good. Let's call it 'Wanderer'."

He then said to Anderson:

"As for the aircraft's registration number, let's use SS-01."

Su Man's cheeks felt a little hot; she knew it was the abbreviation of their surnames.

With the deal finalized, Anderson excitedly left with a record-breaking contract.

Pete also quietly withdrew, leaving only Shen Fei and Su Man on the lawn.

"A five million Canadian dollar plane, just so I can see things a little better?" Su Man asked Shen Fei.

"No."

Shen Fei shook his head. "It's for us. I want to land with you by the lake on the mountaintop, and watch the sunrise in a place where only deer accompany us. I want to chase whales with you and have lunch in a deserted bay. I want every corner of this land to bear our footprints."

His voice was soft, yet like a feather, gently tickling Su Man's heart.

In the evening, the two sat on the terrace on the second floor of the manor, watching the sunset turn the sky and the sea golden.

After serving two glasses of red wine, James quietly withdrew.

A gentle sea breeze blew, carrying the sound of distant waves.

Su Man swirled the wine in her glass and spoke softly:

"I think I prefer things as they are now to whales dancing and exorbitantly priced airplanes."

"Um?"

"It's very quiet, you don't have to think about anything, just look at this sea."

Su Man turned her head and met Shen Fei's gaze. Her eyes reflected the sunset and were very bright. "Today at the processing center, I finally understood what you meant by heart and soul. Now, I feel like I understand a little more."

She leaned back in her chair, gazing at the horizon where the sea met the sky, a smile playing on her lips.

"The king of the Atlantic doesn't always need to command thousands of troops, does he?"