Chapter 26: Live Streaming, Selling the F-22!

Chapter 26: Live Stream—Selling an F22!

“Wait, didn’t you consider keeping some money aside for your own meals?” Wang Yang said helplessly, watching Liang Yuzhu leisurely eat her two-meat, one-vegetable set meal.

Liang Yuzhu’s cheeks flushed slightly as she slowly lowered her head. “I only have 400,000 left. Seeing how urgent you are, I transferred it all to you… I thought you’d voluntarily save some for me to eat.”

Wang Yang sighed.

Sometimes, he thought Liang Yuzhu was really naive—too quick to trust him.

Luckily, he wasn’t the type of con artist who would just take the money and run; otherwise, she wouldn’t even have a place to cry now.

“Well, you can eat at the company these days. Or if you don’t want to come, I’ll ask Liangliang to take care of your meals.” Wang Yang picked up his phone and sent a message to Jiang Liangliang explaining the situation.

“How much longer will the fighter jet repairs take?” Liang Yuzhu looked up with her rosy face and wide eyes.

Wang Yang thought for a moment, then nodded. “About another month or so. We’re almost done—just the final assembly stage left.”

“Hmm, so in a month, we’ll be able to sell the fighter jets…” Liang Yuzhu’s eyes sparkled with joy.

It was clear she was genuinely happy.

After all, nearly half a year had passed. Not too long, yet not short either. During these months, Liang Yuzhu had been constantly worried about bank loans, whether they would lose money, and if her funds would dwindle.

Although Jiang Liangliang was managing the company’s operations, and Wang Yang had already planned how to use the remaining funds to repay monthly loans and keep the company running without Liang Yuzhu’s involvement, she still spent her idle days consumed by these worries.

Wang Yang nodded firmly. “When the time comes, we’ll sell each fighter jet for several hundred million. We’ll hit a few small targets and make a hefty profit!”

A smile spread across Liang Yuzhu’s face, her eyes shining brighter with hopeful anticipation. But soon, feeling she might be too emotional, she restrained herself and lowered her head. “Yeah.”

“Then, after the repairs are complete, can I come see them?” she asked again.

Wang Yang smiled. “Sure, I’ll call you when they’re ready.”

“Okay.”

“Eat quickly. The food will get cold soon. After you finish, I’ll head back to the warehouse and keep working.”

“Ah… I’ll hurry.”

…

In the blink of an eye, a month flew by.

Less than half a month remained until the half-year deadline Wang Yang had set.

At that moment, inside the warehouse, Wang Yang wiped the sweat from his brow, his smile uncontainable, his excitement genuine.

The precise instruments remained in place, the materials in the corner had vanished, and the pile of scrap metal was gone.

In their place stood two silver fighter jets, each 18.9 meters long and 5.08 meters tall!

These two jets took up nearly half the warehouse, making the space feel cramped, but none of that mattered. Just seeing the two jets fully repaired was enough.

The sleek, streamlined bodies gleamed silver, exuding a powerful, masculine aura that made one’s adrenaline surge at a single glance.

No wonder these were every man’s favorite toys.

Wang Yang even wanted to start one up and take a quick flight to experience the thrill of being a fighter pilot.

But alas, he lacked flying skills, and the skies over Jiuzhou weren’t suitable for test flights. If he dared fly, the authorities would spot the F22, scramble jets to intercept him, and attempt communication.

The outcome would be far from what he wanted—possibly even disastrous.

However, he did not doubt whether the jets could fly.

After assembling all the parts, the system confirmed the two F22s could take off, start up, and fully perform supersonic speeds, carry combat weapons, and execute flight maneuvers.

In other words, these two F22s before him were complete, usable final products.

“Since that’s the case, it’s time to prepare for the live stream. First, I’ll have President Liang come take a look,” Wang Yang murmured.

Not long after sending the message, Liang Yuzhu arrived at the warehouse by taxi an hour later.

Upon seeing the two colossal F22 jets, she nearly burst into tears.

To her, these weren’t just jets—they were money, vast sums of it!

With that money, she could repay loans and continue investing in the company to keep it afloat.

More than anything, she was stunned by Wang Yang’s speed and ability.

In less than half a year, he had transformed a pile of scrap metal into two brand-new, fully functional F22 fighter jets—an utterly unbelievable feat.

Moreover, Wang Yang had done all the repairs himself, from initial research to final product—everything single-handedly.

Liang Yuzhu now wondered if Wang Yang alone was worth an entire research institute…

After seeing President Liang off, Wang Yang exhaled deeply, took out his phone, and opened Weibo.

“After nearly half a year, I’ve finally finished the F22 fighter jets! Tomorrow night at 8 PM, my live stream will start on time. Don’t miss it—F22 fighter jets await you all!”

After confirming the post, he sent it out promptly.

…

Just five minutes after Wang Yang’s post, a hot topic suddenly surged to the top of the trending list.

“Famous live streamer returns after half a year, claiming to sell fighter jets?”

Instantly, this topic attracted countless netizens’ attention, even those who had never followed the story before.

“Whoa? What’s going on? Selling fighter jets on live stream? Has the live-streaming industry become this crazy?”

“Not just crazy—they’re trying to crush everyone. Today, fighter jets, tomorrow aircraft carriers, next up space warships, the Southern Sky Gate Project!”

“Getting off-topic, guys. But Wang Yang is seriously impressive—he finished those F22 jets in half a year. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s stream.”

“Heh, I’m looking forward too. But Wang Yang’s stream will definitely flop. He’ll probably fake the F22s to fool you, then start selling something else. He hasn’t streamed in half a year—he has to make all that money back.”

“Good point. Maybe this streamer is just stirring up hype on purpose? Are streamers really like this now?”

“Nah, nonsense. That’s just a hater. Been hating on Wang Yang since half a year ago, still at it now—so dedicated, I’m almost turning into a fan myself…”

“Wow…”