Chapter 43: A Real F-22, Reporting to the Old Chief!-O preço do F2 oferecido pelo influenciador é bastante razoável, não acha?(Senhor Jack, o Magnífico)

"Excuse me, is this F-22 fighter jet still available?" the middle-aged woman on the phone asked again.

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, somewhat caught off guard by this sudden business, but quickly replied, "It is still available at the moment, but I cannot guarantee it will remain so later on."

"No problem, please send me your bank account number. I can transfer the deposit to you right now. Of course, if the product is not as you described in the live stream, I also have the right to request a refund of the deposit." Although the middle-aged woman said this with a smile, a sense of authority could still be felt in her tone.

She seemed like someone who was often in charge of things.

Unlike major bosses like Zhang Lin—whose attitude was always easygoing, hiding his emotions beneath a calm exterior, and capable of achieving what ordinary people could not—interacting with such people meant simply showing as much respect as possible.

However, facing the middle-aged woman on the phone, she clearly held the mindset of a buyer. If the goods did not match the description, she would entirely expect you to return the full deposit.

When dealing with such a person, Wang Yang naturally could not pander to her: "I'm sorry, once the deposit is paid, I will reserve this F-22 fighter jet for you until you come to inspect the goods and pay the final balance. Should you decide halfway through that you no longer wish to purchase it, we will retain a portion of the deposit, specifically around 20%."

"You may take some time to consider whether you still want to reserve this F-22 fighter jet."

Wang Yang remained calm and composed, showing not a trace of panic.

Beside him, Jiang Liangliang's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Brother Yang with a bit of nervousness.

If the other party chose not to buy, he would still deduct a 20% deposit from this buyer? Would the other party accept that? They might very well be scared off precisely because of this 20% deposit—after all, that amounted to ten million!

This was blatantly pushing away business that had delivered itself right to their doorstep. What on earth was Brother Yang doing!

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before the middle-aged woman finally spoke after a long moment, "I understand. Send the bank account over."

"Alright, please wait a moment." Wang Yang smiled and quickly hung up the phone.

Then, he handed the phone to Jiang Liangliang: "Tell the company's finance department that fifty million should be arriving shortly. It's the deposit for the other fighter jet."

"Ah?" Jiang Liangliang was taken aback.

Wang Yang rolled his eyes: "Ah, what? The other one has been sold too. Remember to arrange an appointment with this person for the goods inspection, and also, if she really ends up not buying it, retain the 20% deposit as agreed. Understood?"

"Understood, Brother Yang." Jiang Liangliang took the phone, still finding it all quite unbelievable.

She simply could not figure out how Brother Yang had managed to pull off this deal, nor could she understand why the other party would actually agree after hearing such an outrageous deposit retention percentage.

Yet, there were quite a few things she couldn't figure out.

For instance, by what means had Brother Yang managed to turn a pile of scrap metal into these two colossal machines in less than half a year?

It was simply miraculous, something entirely beyond human capability.

...

Shanghai, Tomson Riviera.

"How is it, Sister Li? Did he agree?" A rather handsome young man with well-proportioned physique sprawled across the sofa and turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman addressed as Sister Li rolled her eyes: "It's done, my dear young master."

"Phew, as long as it's done," Zhai Lin let out a long sigh of relief.

Sister Li sat at the other end of the sofa holding her phone, crossing her legs, "If it weren't for the chance to ride this wave of publicity, I would never have agreed to let you step forward and purchase that F-22 fighter jet model in your name."

"Thank you, Sister Li," Zhai Lin said with a smile.

Ding-dong.

A text message notification sounded.

Sister Li glanced at her phone, tapped on the screen a few times, and said, "I've already sent the bank account to the studio. They'll transfer the money over shortly, and the other side wants us to nail down a time for the inspection..."

"Tomorrow! I'll go to Qingcheng tomorrow to inspect the goods, and I can rush back in at most a day. It definitely won't delay the announcement the day after tomorrow." Zhai Lin appeared exceptionally excited, filled with joyful anticipation for the F-22 fighter jet model that would soon be his.

Although he was a top-tier celebrity in the entertainment industry, he was also a military enthusiast. He had been particularly interested in military affairs since childhood, and back in the day, he had even made a huge fuss about wanting to become a pilot and soar through the skies in a fighter jet.

However, his family refused to allow it, and he was later discovered by a talent scout and entered the entertainment industry, eventually rising to become a top-tier star on the strength of a face dubbed the "National Husband."

Just yesterday, while browsing his phone, he happened to stumble upon Wang Yang's live stream. The moment he clicked in, he laid eyes on the F-22 fighter jet model featured in the broadcast.

He instantly fell in love with it and wanted to buy it, but was stopped by his manager, Sister Li.

After a night of discussions, he finally reached an agreement with Sister Li: he could buy it, but on the strict condition that it capitalized on the trending topic—treating the whole affair as a team PR campaign to shape his persona as a military enthusiast, paving the way for potential military-themed acting roles in the future.

Zhai Lin didn't care about any of that, as long as he could get his hands on the F-22 fighter jet model he had been dreaming of.

And a price tag of three hundred million was no small sum to him either; even as a top-tier artist, his personal annual income might only hover around two to three hundred million.

Still, if he could trade a year's earnings for such a lifelike F-22 fighter jet, he still felt it was worth it.

Consider it paying the price for a dream.

Hearing this, Sister Li let out a helpless sigh and nodded, "Fine then, I'll accompany you tomorrow. But let's get this straight: you must return tomorrow night. You absolutely cannot miss the announcement the day after tomorrow, nor can you miss any subsequent schedules. This was what we agreed upon beforehand."

"Don't worry, Sister Li! I promise, I'll inspect the goods and buy it immediately, and return right after purchasing." Zhai Lin raised three fingers in an obedient posture.

Seeing this, Sister Li smiled bitterly and shook her head, "All right, go get some rest quickly. I still have to handle this matter for you. Honestly, you never give me a moment of peace."

"Sorry for the trouble, Sister Li~"

...

Qingcheng, in the back seat of a Maybach.

Zhang Lin held his phone, scrolling through his contacts, his gaze lingering on a phone number labeled "Old Superior," yet he hesitated to press dial.

To be honest, he still couldn't be entirely certain whether the F-22 fighter jet Wang Yang was selling was merely a model or an actual fighter jet.

Yet, judging by Wang Yang's demeanor, the inspection process, and the thunderous roar witnessed at the end, that F-22 fighter jet was highly likely to be real—an F-22 capable of flight and combat use!

If it really was a genuine F-22 fighter jet, then the implications were enormous, far beyond anything he himself could afford to purchase.

The slightest misstep here could land him with charges of arms trafficking!

Most importantly, he still harbored deep doubts: how on earth could a real F-22 fighter jet be secretly transported out of a U.S. military base and into a small warehouse in Qingcheng, Jiuzhou?

Even more absurdly, Wang Yang was actually putting it up for sale openly through a live stream. The whole thing defied reason!

No matter what, however, he had to report this matter to his old superior. Once it was confirmed that the F-22 fighter jet was genuine, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even if it ultimately proved to be a misunderstanding, at least it would give him peace of mind.

With this thought in mind, he pressed the phone number.