After seeing off a promising client from Southeast Asia, Mavi returned to his leisurely life as a wealthy young heir.
With nothing urgent to do, he spent his days teasing bears, petting tigers, occasionally flying to the U.S. to handle company affairs, and going on dates with Jennifer. Life was good.
Two weeks passed quickly. While vacationing in the Maldives with Jennifer, Mavi suddenly received a call from Russia.
"Hello, is this Mr. Mavi? This is the Russian Air Force Command speaking."
"We have so good news for you—the Royal Malaysian Air Force has agreed to purchase 26 MiG-29N single-seat fighter jets and 4 MiG-29NUB twin-seat trainer jets from us! The total order is valued at $918 million…"
Hearing this over the satellite phone, Mavi clenched his fist in excitent.
Out of the 30 MiG fighter jets purchased by Malaysia, 12 were his contribution—bought at a bargain price from Ukraine for just $1 million each.
These 12 MiG-29s were already in stock, so the transaction would be completed in full, bringing in a total of $367 million. After deducting costs, Mavi stood to make a clean profit of $355 million!
With this money, combined with his existing $117 million in the bank, his total assets would reach $472 million!
Now he could really live it up—even more extravagantly than before.
Especially since a potential buyer would soon be visiting the Black Sea Shipyard to negotiate the purchase of the Varyag aircraft carrier. That would be an absolutely massive deal.
However, according to his knowledge from his past life, the Varyag was forcefully detained for several years when it passed through Turkish waters during delivery.
If that were to happen again in this lifeti, Mavi was determined to pull so strings and crush those Turkish ice cream sellers.
After all, in this reality, Ukraine had not dismantled its nuclear warheads, and Russia had not fallen out with Ukraine.
If Turkey dared to detain these two brothers' aircraft carrier, they would definitely suffer serious consequences…
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After finishing the call, Mavi casually handed the satellite phone to his bodyguard and turned back—only to find Jennifer gazing at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
It was obvious—she had a gut feeling that he would be leaving soon, even though their vacation had just begun.
"Where are you headed this ti?" Jennifer pursed her lips and asked.
"This ti… nowhere. I'm staying right here to finish this vacation properly," Mavi replied with a smile.
"Really?" Her face instantly lit up with joy, and she almost jumped into his arms to kiss him.
"Of course! Why would I lie?" Mavi pulled Jennifer into his embrace, enjoying her affectionate closeness.
Resting her face gently against his chest, Jennifer suddenly began to wonder—was it ti to take their relationship to the next level? Should she finally give him her first ti?
In that regard, Jennifer was quite traditional. Mavi, on the other hand, never pushed her and maintained a relaxed, go-with-the-flow attitude—unlike those sleazy playboys constantly scheming to seduce won.
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The five-day vacation in the Maldives flew by. Soon, Mavi's bank account was about to receive an additional $367 million.
It was now October, and in just two months, they would be celebrating the New Year. The company's annual gala had to be grand and extravagant—he had to reward his employees for all their hard work.
Once the Malaysian governnt's paynt of $367 million was successfully deposited, Mavi completed the delivery of the 12 MiG-29s from his warehouse.
The quality of these jets had been thoroughly inspected, and Mavi ensured proper after-sales service, so there was no concern about potential issues.
Believing that life was ant to be full of adventure, Mavi now set his sights on the luxury sports car industry.
In the year 2000, many iconic supercar brands were still struggling—companies like Lamborghini, Rolls-Royce, and Bugatti had yet to reclaim their forr glory.
It wasn't until around 2004 that these brands began their resurgence, producing the legendary luxury sports cars Mavi knew so well from his past life.
Three days later, his butler, Ivan, returned with so overseas intel and reported to Mavi imdiately.
"Young Master, I sent people to investigate in Italy. From what we found, Lamborghini is still under Chrysler's ownership…"
"Still owned by Chrysler?" Mavi repeated, slightly surprised.
According to his past-life knowledge, Audi, a subsidiary of Volkswagen, had acquired Lamborghini during the 1998 financial crisis.
But in this tiline, Volkswagen had not yet made a move on Lamborghini.
"Yes, sir. Lamborghini has been losing money for years. Chrysler wants to sell it, but they haven't found a suitable buyer yet."
Hearing this, Mavi nodded slightly. "Alright, I understand. Get in touch with Chrysler and let them know I'm interested in doing business."
Since Volkswagen hadn't recognized Lamborghini's potential, Mavi had every reason to go to Italy and see how much it would take to buy the company.
After all, he still had several Tu-160 and Tu-22 bombers sitting in his warehouse in Russia.
Imagine if Lamborghini's designers took inspiration from the sleek, aerodynamic shapes of these bombers to create a new line of sports cars—it would definitely shake up the auto industry with a Lamborghini revolution.
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"Understood, sir. I'll handle it right away," Ivan replied. With him in charge, Mavi had nothing to worry about.
Not long after, Ivan returned with exciting news.
"Young Master, Chrysler has scheduled a eting for you at Lamborghini's headquarters in Italy next Wednesday to discuss the acquisition. Does that date work for you?"
"That works. Let's go with Wednesday," Mavi said lazily, reclining on the sofa while a maid gently massaged his shoulders.
"Understood, sir. I'll confirm with them imdiately," Ivan replied, preparing to call Chrysler to finalize the arrangent.
However, at that mont—just as he was about to make the call—an unexpected ssage arrived at the estate.
It was a ssage so shocking that Mavi imdiately sat up from his sofa.
Russia's highest leader, the Supre Commander of the Ard Forces, President XX, wanted to et him.
In the year 2000, this Russian president had just taken office. The significance of this invitation was clear—he wanted to get to know Mavi and see if he could be of use.
"Y-Young Master… the Kremlin has scheduled a eting for you next Wednesday," Ivan stamred, clearly shaken by the weight of the news.
The Kremlin, located in the heart of Moscow, was the symbol of the Russian Federation and the official residence of the president.
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(End of Chapter)
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