The plane had landed, and Yang Yi and his party had arrived in Rome, with no need to queue and no thorough security checks. It only took about three hours from the time they received Justin's call to their landing in Rome.
This efficiency was previously unimaginable. After experiencing the benefits of a private jet, if Yang Yi did not make full use of it, he would be foolish.
Yang Yi approached the two pilots, checked his watch, and then with a genuine smile asked, "Gentlemen, I have a question for you. How long will it take for you to be ready for takeoff again?"
The pilots exchanged glances, then the captain spoke in a deep voice, "About half an hour. We just need to refuel and do a basic check before we can take off again."
"That's great, then may I ask you to wait for me at this airport? I'd like to take your plane back. What do you think?"