"Then how about this? I won't make you eat the plane. You just have to stop trying to get your hands on it. Deal?"
The moment Fang Chenyi finished speaking, Demo Did's face lit up with interest. 'You've got to be kidding me,' he thought. 'There's no way I'd ever believe a word he says.'
Besides, making wagers was one of the favorite pastimes for Middle Eastern nobles like him. After Fang Chenyi finished, Demo Did clapped his hands and said excitedly:
"Oh, what a marvelous idea, Fang! If I lose, not only will I give up on purchasing that aircraft, but I'll also gift you a small, private jet manufactured by the Boeing Company. It's the one I flew here in, and it's parked at your Beidaihe airport right now. What do you say?"
Fang Chenyi remained silent. He knew the other man wasn't finished. Demo Did had only stated the stakes if *he* lost, not what would happen if Fang Chenyi lost.
So, Fang Chenyi spread his hands, gesturing for him to continue.
