"This thing’s endurance and energy consumption are much lower than I imagined," Jeff said while recording data. "If we can keep the costs low enough, it will definitely have a competitive edge in the market."
"So, you wouldn’t mind if I invited some investors to come for a visit, would you?"
"But I don’t lack funds right now."
"Yes, I know, you’ve personally invested fifty million US dollars, and Jennifer provided twenty million US dollars.
Your ’Electric Flight’ has very low operational and R&D costs, and you’re flush with funds. But you need more loans."
Zhou Qingfeng looked at his "father-in-law" with a scrutinizing gaze—not that he thought anything was odd about him, just that the scene before him seemed somewhat absurd.
Industry rumors said that Jeff Connally, the chairman of Pioneer Holdings, was a very difficult person to deal with.
Anyone wanting to get an investment from him had to go through ruthless grilling and humiliation.
He was sharp-tongued, arrogant, as if born with a superior attitude. That’s because he controlled billions of dollars in capital.
However, the capital market in the United States was like a vast ocean, with countless floating funds surging through it, yearning for new growth points.
The essence of finance is flow; once capital stagnates, it loses its meaning—interest itself could be the last straw that breaks it.
For every financial mogul, finding new growth points is not only their duty but also the only way to maintain their power and wealth.
"What are you trying to do?" Zhou Qingfeng asked bluntly.
Jeff shrugged lightly, pretending to be relaxed, "Didn’t I just say it? I brought some investors to visit. If you can impress them, they might give you over one hundred million dollars in investment."
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng still expressionless, Jeff had to soften his tone a bit.
"Alright, I know you’re rich. You can squander a few hundred million dollars anytime.
But, young man, you have to understand, in this world, it’s better to make more friends than enemies.
If you can bring wealth to others, you gain power."
After a moment of silence, Zhou Qingfeng said, "Okay, whoever can help me get the FAA airworthiness certification quickly, I’ll allow them to invest."
Jeff seemed to have heard some fantastic news. He clapped his hands vigorously, his face beaming with smiles.
"Airworthiness certification? It’s a deal! As long as you agree to accept the investment, I guarantee to get you the airworthiness certification."
"This is just an ordinary low-altitude aircraft, not a large passenger plane; the airworthiness requirements aren’t that stringent."
"Although I don’t directly know anyone at the Federal Aviation Administration, I have plenty of friends. Someone will be able to get it done."
He paused and lowered his voice, "In a few days, I’ll bring some friends from the financial circle to visit.
You put on a good show for them, and I promise you’ll get what you want in the shortest time possible.
They’ll also bring you money, as long as you can help them achieve financial growth."
Zhou Qingfeng was developing the aircraft for his own future convenience, and if someone wanted to bring money, he was open to it.
The so-called "friends" were just another group of greedy capital hunters. But right now, he did need the FAA airworthiness certification, and Jeff’s proposal was undoubtedly a shortcut.
"Alright." Zhou Qingfeng nodded. "But I have one condition—don’t even think about coveting my controlling stake."
Jeff’s expression froze slightly but quickly returned to normal. He extended his hand and said confidently, "Kid, get ready to squander the money."