The terrifying nine-digit balance had both Dalton and his colleague’s hearts skipping a beat.
Dalton pinched his thigh harshly to confirm that he had read the number right and was not hallucinating.
Frankly speaking, no matter where a person was, a nine-digit balance in someone’s bank account was enough to shock anyone.
Dalton felt his throat dry up and his scalp grow numb.
He could claim that the number was fake if Jasper had brought his own machine, but this was a machine Dalton brought from the company and it was made to check the balance in a customer’s card. There was no way it would be wrong.
That meant the balance in the card was true!
This was money that he could withdraw at any time!
Looking up at Jasper again, Dalton did not dare to be disrespectful at all. Trembling, Dalton was lost for words.
“Are you done checking?” Jasper asked.
“Ye-Yes.” Dalton immediately became alert and quickly replied, politely handing the debit card to Jasper with both hands.
The large change in attitude was because they knew, from the balance in his bank account, that this person of Somer descent was not someone they could afford to offend.
Dalton began to sweat abnormally. While he fumbled for words, Jasper continued to speak.
“I’m a little short on time right now as I have an important meeting in a few minutes, so let’s get the procedures dealt with quick and concisely.”
Dalton was so moved by Jasper’s words he could almost cry. “Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Laine. Let me first introduce the latest G500 to you.
“The G500 is a private plane manufactured precisely for VIPs like you, Mr. Laine.
“It can reach up to a speed of Mach 0.8 airborne, which is 0.8 times the speed of sound. This is the fastest private plane in the world, and it—”
Jasper raised his land to interrupt Dalton and spoke calmly, “What I meant by quick was to sign the contract right away. I don’t need to know about the details.”
Gulping, Dalton turned to look at his colleague.
Frankly speaking, they had come in contact with quite a few wealthy customers considering they sold private planes.
However, even rich customers tended to ask about the plane’s specifications, like normal people with cars, as this was a purchase of tens of millions of US dollars.
This was the first time Dalton and his colleague had met such a ‘hasty’ customer.
“Is something wrong?” Jasper frowned slightly.
He did not hold it against them for looking down on him, for he had made them wait aimlessly for about five hours. Even the most patient man had his limits and Jasper would not be calculative about this with them.
However, the fact that these two seemed so easily stunned made Jasper wonder if they were reliable salesmen or not.
“No, no problem at all!” Dalton quickly replied, seeing how Jasper was beginning to feel displeased. He quickly pulled out a document and was about to pass it to Jasper when a middle-aged man in his 40s entered the executive lounge.
Doyle found Jasper at first glance when he arrived at the executive lounge. While he had never met the man before, Doyle had certainly seen pictures of Jasper.
Making his way to Jasper right away, Doyle spoke courteously, “Hello, Mr. Laine. I’m Doyle, Mr. Benett’s personal life assistant. We’ve spoken on the phone before?”
Jasper got up and shook Doyle’s hand with a smile. “My apologies, Mr. Doyle, but it seems like I’ll have to make you wait a little longer. I have a contract to sign.”
“Are you Mr. Doyle?” An extremely excited voice sounded beside them.
Doyle turned to see Dalton and his colleague looking at him excitedly.
“Mr. Doyle, I’m Dalton. We’re employees of Gulfstream Aerospace under General Motors. We met once when we went to do maintenance for Mr. Benett’s private plane early last year. How is Mr. Benett doing?”
Dalton’s voice trembled in excitement.
Doyle seemed to be used to such scenes. He gave a small smile and replied politely, “He’s doing quite well. He still drinks a bottle of coke a day and insists on having two beef burgers in the afternoon.”
“That’s great. Are you perhaps here to invite Mr. Laine, Mr. Doyle? He’s our new customer.”
Hearing Dalton, Doyle looked at Jasper in shock and asked, “Are you planning to buy a private plane as well, Mr. Laine?”
Jasper smiled. “I thought that since I’ll be flying a lot in the future, it’d be more convenient to have a private plane of my own.”
“Is there anything I can help with? I’m rather close with Gulfstream Aerospace’s president and Mr. Benett is one of their shareholders. I’m sure Mr. Benett would be glad to help you secure a satisfactory discount.”
Doyle spoke enthusiastically.
Jasper smiled. “It’s alright, I’m already signing the contract anyway.”
One had to take a look at the time, place, and from who when it came to taking favors.
Jasper did not believe owing Winston Benett a favor over a bit of money was a worthy trade.
Not to mention that Jasper did not care much about a discount.
He could have bought a Falcon 2000 with Henry if he wanted something cheap.
Plus, there was an invisible yet real price to pay for securing a discount through Winston Benett’s name.
It was an overall loss.
As he spoke, Jasper directly took the contract from Dalton and signed his name.
“I’ll transfer the deposit into your company’s account today and I’ll pay the rest in full when you hand over ownership of the plane. I would prefer it if you completed the procedures as fast as possible as I’m planning to return to my home country shortly,” Jasper spoke.
Dalton had nothing but utter respect for Jasper, a man who could enjoy afternoon tea with Winston Benett. He did not dare to harbor any other thoughts as he quickly replied.
“Of course, Mr. Laine. We’ll go through all the procedures for you so that you can proudly return to your country on your own private plane, the world’s first Gulfstream G500.”
“Thank you. You have quite the way with words” Jasper smiled.
After dealing with the purchase of the private plane, Jasper did not linger and followed Doyle out of the hotel.
A Maybach was waiting for them at the door.
Doyle personally opened the car door for Jasper and only got in after Jasper was settled inside. Only then did the car slowly drive off.
This was a scene that quite a few reporters waiting outside the hotel had managed to take pictures of. Instantly, the relationship between Sena’s owner, Jasper, and Winston Benett became another hot topic among the public.
