Chapter 22: The Heartwarming Young President Liang-O preço do F2 oferecido pelo influenciador é bastante razoável, não acha?(Senhor Jack, o Magnífico)

At the warehouse entrance.

Wang Yang slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a halt. He quickly stepped out, glanced at the several large trucks parked nearby, and strode into the warehouse.

The space was already packed with instruments and materials wrapped in plastic film or foam, leaving barely any room to walk. A forklift stood by, ready for use at any moment.

"Brother Yang, you're here." Jiang Liangliang held several sheets of A4 paper, cross-referencing them with the items in the warehouse. For every piece of equipment or material verified, she placed a checkmark on her list.

Wang Yang nodded. "How is the inventory coming along? Is anything missing?"

He knew that items purchased through the system couldn't possibly be missing, but he feared that if something hadn't arrived, it might delay the restoration process of the F-22s. It had already been nearly a week since he made his six-month pledge. He understood that in military-related matters, speed was of the essence. He had to compress the timeline as much as possible to ensure both F-22 fighters were restored within half a year at the latest. Otherwise, the meager funds left in the company's accounts wouldn't be enough to repay his loans.

"That's all, Brother Yang. Everything has been accounted for. Why don't you check again? I'm worried I might have missed something," Jiang Liangliang said with an apologetic smile.

She was completely clueless about these instruments and materials. Even reading their names was enough to make her dizzy—take "High-Pressure Rotor 1-0-1 Bearing Inspection Equipment," for instance. She had no idea what it actually was, only that it was probably meant for fixing fighter jets.

When she first heard Wang Yang talk about restoring a fighter jet, she was shocked and assumed he was joking, certain he would sell the jets off quickly. But seeing these batches of equipment and materials pouring into the warehouse, she realized he was serious.

The problem was, Wang Yang didn't have a background in fighter jet research. Even with all this equipment, how could he possibly turn that pile of scrap metal into a functional aircraft? It was a fantasy, harder than reaching the heavens. Even an entire research institute might struggle to pull it off, let alone doing it in half a year. Still, she was just his assistant; she would do whatever he asked and knew better than to pry.

Wang Yang took the list and compared it against the instruments in the warehouse. After several hours of meticulous checking, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded. "Everything is here. All the equipment has arrived."

"Then... what do we do next, Brother Yang?" Jiang Liangliang asked.

"Next, we unwrap them. Don't waste time—carefully remove the outer plastic film from these instruments. Try not to use scissors, and absolutely no sharp objects. You must be careful not to scratch the surfaces."

Some of these instruments were incredibly precise; even the slightest scratch could lead to false readings and jeopardize the subsequent inspection results.

Jiang Liangliang nodded, still looking a bit dazed. "Understood, Brother Yang."

Wang Yang didn't idle. He mapped out the layout of the warehouse in his mind, directing the forklift operator to place each piece of equipment exactly where he needed it. This would ensure efficiency during the restoration process and maintain the proper workflow, avoiding any compatibility issues between the instruments.

They worked until nightfall. The warehouse was brightly lit, but the job was far from finished; many devices still needed to be positioned, and numerous materials remained scattered, waiting to be organized. Wang Yang continued to direct the forklift, never stopping for a moment.

Just then, "Brother Yang, Boss Liang is here," said Jiang Liangliang, who was so exhausted she could barely stand.

Wang Yang turned to see Liang Yuzhu standing at the warehouse entrance. She was holding a large plastic bag and staring at the scene inside with a look of astonishment.

"Boss Liang," Wang Yang greeted, stepping forward.

Liang Yuzhu flinched like a startled kitten, her expression shifting, though she quickly regained her composure. "I... I heard you had been working all day without eating, so I... I stopped by to bring you some food."

Jiang Liangliang’s eyes lit up. Swallowing hard, she rushed over and took the large plastic bag. "Thank you, Boss Liang! I was about to faint from hunger."

"You, tired after doing so little?" Wang Yang rolled his eyes.

Jiang Liangliang wrinkled her nose. "Brother Yang, you have the nerve to say that? I’ve been run off my feet these past few days. Just receiving these items has kept me busy from morning till night. You’re nowhere to be found all day, and you don’t even care about your employees. Boss Liang is much better; she comes here every night to bring me food. Unlike you, you wicked capitalist!"

Wang Yang shrugged helplessly. "Fine, fine. Eat up, then get back to work."

Jiang Liangliang took the bag to the side, pulled out the food, and began to eat as if she hadn't touched a meal in days.

Wang Yang turned back to Liang Yuzhu. "Boss Liang, now that you've seen the equipment, are you reassured?"

"Mhm..." Liang Yuzhu nodded. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and glanced at one of the instruments in the warehouse. "You even bought a high-precision rotor aggregator? Where... where did you find this? I looked it up online, and it said this kind of equipment can only be purchased by the state..."

Wang Yang paused, looking at her in surprise. She even knew about the high-precision rotor aggregator?

"You know about this?" Wang Yang asked, astonished.

Liang Yuzhu lowered her head. "I... I did some research online earlier about restoring F-22 fighters, and this high-precision rotor aggregator was mentioned. It’s an instrument specifically used for developing fighter jet engines."

"Well, well. It seems you know quite a bit. Just how much research did you do?" A smile appeared on Wang Yang’s face; he had a newfound respect for her. Information on developing fighter jet engines was hard to find online, usually buried in academic papers or obscure enthusiast forums. It was hard to imagine how much time the once-clueless Liang Yuzhu had spent digging through all of this.

"I... I can help you with the restoration. I've even organized all the research I found. I can send it to you so your work might be a little easier," Liang Yuzhu said softly, her eyes fixed on the floor, seemingly afraid to meet his gaze.

Wang Yang sighed. He knew it wasn't just about making things easier for him. She was likely worried that he wouldn't be able to fully restore the F-22s, and she wanted to use the data she had gathered to help ensure the job was done. Only if the fighters were restored could the company make money, and only then would her initial investment not be in vain.

However...

"No need, Boss Liang. Restoring the F-22 only requires one person. None of you are to interfere," Wang Yang said, refusing without a moment's hesitation.