Chapter 17: The F-22 Has Arrived, See You in Six Months~

At the warehouse, Jiang Liangliang had long been waiting with the forklift ready to unload.

Once the four 35-ton trucks, each carrying the empty shells of two F-22 fighter jets, returned, the unloading process began immediately.

When all the cargo was unloaded, Wang Yang looked at the pile of scrap metal filling nearly half the warehouse, and a smile finally curved his lips.

System: [F-22 fighter jet shells detected. Blueprints are now being transmitted. Host, please prepare to receive.]

As the ethereal voice of the system echoed, Wang Yang felt an overwhelming torrent of knowledge surge into his mind, almost unbearable in its vastness.

A flood of intricate, incomprehensible blueprints and technical jargon rapidly filled his entire brain, leaving him unable to think of anything else.

He stood still, closed his eyes, silently digesting the information, sensing the knowledge flicker briefly before sinking deep into the recesses of his mind.

All sounds around him vanished; even his consciousness seemed to disappear.

How much time passed, he could not tell, but finally, he managed to assimilate all the information flooding his mind.

“Yang? Yang! Don’t scare me like that.”

“Wang Yang? Say something!”

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw two anxious and concerned faces—Liang Yuzhu and Jiang Liangliang.

“What’s wrong?” Wang Yang asked, puzzled.

Jiang Liangliang sighed in relief and rolled her eyes. “You didn’t say a word just now, standing there with your brows furrowed every now and then. I thought something had happened to you.”

Liang Yuzhu simply gazed quietly at him, her concern still evident in her eyes.

“Nothing, I was just thinking,” Wang Yang replied casually, turning his gaze toward the pile of F-22 fighter jet shells. Instantly, corresponding data surfaced in his mind.

[F-22 fuselage is a semi-monocoque structure with a blended wing-body design. The overall structure mainly consists of titanium alloy (about 41%), aluminum alloy (about 15%), and composite materials (about 25%). The main load-bearing beams and frames are forged from titanium alloy, while most of the skin, doors, hatches, and parts of the fuselage framework are made of composite materials…]

Wang Yang paused, then comprehended the situation.

The system had just uploaded the entire F-22 fighter jet blueprints directly into his brain; now, just a glance was enough to retrieve all related data. This made perfect sense.

After all, he was now arguably the most knowledgeable person about the F-22—bar none.

It was worth noting that when the United States developed the F-22, it was the work of an entire research team, countless experts across various military fields, not a single individual.

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But now, with the system’s blueprint support, Wang Yang alone could reconstruct the entire F-22’s structure, all technical specifications, and comprehensive data from memory.

Given the right equipment, materials, and time, he could transform the scrap metal before him into a genuine, authentic F-22 fighter jet!

In essence, the entire research team behind the F-22 resided within his mind, ready to be summoned at will.

Overcome with excitement, Wang Yang tried to step forward to inspect the scrap, but suddenly stumbled, nearly falling.

“Be careful, Yang!” Jiang Liangliang reacted swiftly, steadying him.

Wang Yang waved her off, slowly straightening while holding his head.

The sheer influx of complex knowledge had overloaded his brain; he urgently needed rest.

“I’m fine, probably just tired recently,” he said, steadying himself without further explanation.

Liang Yuzhu urged gently, “If you’re tired, rest well. Don’t push yourself.”

“Exactly, Yang, this stuff’s already in the warehouse. There’s nothing to worry about now. You should get some rest,” Jiang Liangliang echoed.

“Okay,” Wang Yang agreed.

He then glanced again at the casually strewn F-22 scrap on the floor. “Liangliang, take some photos of these for me. I’ll need them.”

“Got it, Yang.”

“Let’s lock up the warehouse,” Wang Yang said, heading outside.

Once Jiang Liangliang secured the warehouse, the three gathered by Wang Yang’s car.

He tossed the keys to Jiang Liangliang. “You drive. Take Director Liang home, then park the car downstairs at your place. I’ll call a driver later to bring it back.”

In his current state, driving was risky; any mishap on the road would be disastrous.

“Ah… okay, Yang, but I’m new at this. Don’t mind if I’m slow,” Jiang Liangliang teased, sticking out her tongue.

Wang Yang said nothing more, sitting in the back seat to rest with his eyes closed.

The mental overload was more severe than he expected. His head throbbed lightly, but not painfully. He knew it was just the strain of absorbing so much new knowledge in a short time.

As expected, Jiang Liangliang drove slowly, stretching what should have been a one-hour trip into an hour and a half.

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After dropping Jiang Liangliang home, Wang Yang hired a driver and returned to his own place.

Night had long fallen. He paid no mind to the stars above as he entered the familiar hallway. Unlocking his door, he collapsed onto the sofa, ignoring the darkness of the room.

After an indeterminate time, the dull ache in his head eased, and his mind finally regained clarity.

He sat up, exhaled deeply, feeling much better.

After a while longer, he drank a large glass of water and rested some more.

Then, pulling out his phone, he reviewed the photos Jiang Liangliang had sent of the warehouse.

He made some simple adjustments—tweaking lighting and image data—and nodded in satisfaction before switching screens to open Weibo.

As a top livestreamer in the sales world, his follower count hovered around two million.

These were all active fans, not bought or fake accounts.

Though, due to the recent backlash from trolls during a livestream, his follower count had dipped below two million, now at 1.98 million.

Wang Yang paid no mind to this. He quickly posted a text update:

“All preparations complete. The F-22 fighter jets have arrived. Interested buyers, start arranging your funds. See you in six months~”

After reviewing to ensure no typos, he hit send.

Since the F-22 scrap was now stored safely in the warehouse, he couldn’t just begin repairs quietly and unveil the finished product months later.

As a livestreamer, maintaining public attention was a fundamental survival strategy.

Moreover, the previous Weibo controversy taught him that netizens loved spectacle. If so, let them enjoy the show once more.

And let the trolls and those behind them know that his words in the livestream weren’t empty threats.