Chapter 29: Oh, Warrior!

Wang Yang cleared his throat and said, "Alright, everyone, you all know the theme of today's live stream."

"It all started half a year ago, when a viewer asked me to drive down the price of an F-22 fighter jet based on a passing remark I made during a broadcast."

"I agreed right then and there. It was quick; I didn't hesitate for a second."

"Three days later, I flew to the United States. I even posted on Weibo after I landed, which I’m sure you all remember—you seemed to have quite a heated discussion about it."

"During that time, I posted several updates stating that the negotiations for purchasing the F-22s were complete."

"Why am I only starting the live stream today?"

"Well, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. It’s because the factory in the U.S. that produces the F-22s is incredibly slow. As you know, the work efficiency of foreigners can't compare to us here in Jiuzhou. That's why it dragged on for half a year."

"And today, the F-22 fighter jets you’ve been dreaming of have finally been produced! They have been delivered directly into my hands."

"However, since this was my first time negotiating with the U.S. military, I didn't ask for many—just two units. Once they're sold, that's it."

As Wang Yang spoke, the chat in the live stream flooded in like a breached dam.

[Wait, did I hear that right? Brother Yang said the order for the F-22s is finalized? And they’ve already been delivered to him?]

[Ah, that’s what I heard too... Does that mean when Brother Yang went to the U.S., he was really there to negotiate the price of an F-22?]

[Bullshit! How could he possibly negotiate the price of an F-22? He couldn't even get a meeting with the high-ranking U.S. military officials. I’ll say it again: if he actually managed to drive down the price of an F-22—no, forget driving down the price, if he even managed to buy just one, I will live-stream myself eating shit! Fresh! And I'll use a straw!]

[What a vicious statement. I don't even want to watch Brother Yang sell the F-22s anymore; I want to watch this hater go live.]

[I second that motion!]

[Good lord, that’s a massive gamble. Are you trying to get yourself killed?]

[My stomach hasn't been great today, buddy. Where are you? I’m hopping on a flight right now to find you. I’ll make sure you get a fresh serving!]

Wang Yang was amused by the comments; he had never seen anything like this in his streams before.

He had to admit, these haters were truly dedicated. Even after half a year, they were still coming to his stream to stir up trouble. If he ever got the chance, he would definitely want to collaborate with this particular hater.

In this day and age, talent this dedicated was hard to come by.

***

"Alright, I know some of you might be skeptical. How about this? I’ll show you the samples first." Wang Yang raised his hand to signal the cameraman.

The cameraman had been waiting impatiently. Ever since the stream started, he had been itching to point the lens at the two F-22s.

After all, he couldn't keep the shock of seeing the F-22s parked right in front of him to himself; he had to share that experience with the audience watching behind their screens.

The entire production crew in the warehouse was equally eager. They all stared at the two fighter jets with expressions of wonder and anticipation.

No matter how many times you saw them, they remained breathtaking.

The F-22s, those towering steel beasts, were enough to make any man's testosterone levels spike.

This was an F-22 fighter jet—the ultimate dream toy for every man. Even if it were just a model, it would be enough to keep men excited for an entire night.

Upon receiving Wang Yang’s signal, the crew sprang into action. They adjusted the lighting and camera angles, and the cameraman didn't hesitate to pan directly toward the two F-22s.

Immediately, a barrage of "Holy shit" comments flooded the screen.

[Holy shit! Am I seeing things? Is that... is that really an F-22?]

[How the hell is this possible! How did he get his hands on an F-22?]

[Don't get too excited. It looks like it’s just a model, but for Brother Yang to get his hands on a model this big, he really put in the effort!]

[Brother Yang is a legend! Even if it’s a model, he’s a legend! I told you, Brother Yang spoils his fans the most. Anything they want, he can get!]

[My goodness, who exactly is this Wang Yang? He even managed to get an F-22 model!]

[Impossible, absolutely impossible! He’s just a minor influencer. How could he actually get an F-22 model? Even a model like that isn't something an average person can get their hands on!]

[All you haters, open your eyes and look properly. That sitting behind Brother Yang is a brand-new F-22 model!]

[Heh, it’s just a model, not a real F-22. Why are you all getting so worked up?]

This was absolutely, impossibly insane!

***

Every viewer in the stream knew exactly what an F-22, even a 1:1 scale model, represented. They knew such a model wouldn't appear anywhere outside of a U.S. military base or a major defense exhibition.

Yet, today, in Wang Yang’s stream, they were indeed seeing an F-22! And a 1:1 scale one at that!

This sight truly shocked everyone watching.

Seeing the massive surge of comments, the smile on Wang Yang’s face didn't fade; instead, it grew even brighter. "Brothers, you’ve seen it for yourselves. The F-22 that the haters wanted is parked right here in the warehouse behind me. Well? Your Brother Yang didn't break his promise, did he?"

"I’m just saying, whether those haters actually wanted one or not, I’ve delivered the F-22."

[Brother Yang is a god! (Voice cracking)]

[More than just a god, he’s invincible! But I’m curious, how did Brother Yang get this F-22 model? This clearly shouldn't be possible.]

[Is it possible he's using the latest projection technology to magnify a smaller model to look like a real F-22 on screen?]

[We have that kind of technology? I’ve never heard of it. That sounds like science fiction.]

[Forget it, that kind of tech doesn't exist. It's impossible.]

[Never mind the tech, Brother Yang really did deliver the F-22. Even if it’s a model, it’s still an F-22. What do the haters have to say now? And that hero from earlier, when are you going live?]

[Ten thousand signatures requesting the hater to go live! And the guy with the bad stomach, you don’t have to hold it in anymore. Go to the hater’s location right now and give them that fresh serving!]

[I second that!]

[Hahaha, I can't wait to see the hater’s live stream.]

[Hey hater, give us your address! I can't hold it in anymore. I’m even afraid to fart for fear of letting out your dinner.]

[I can’t take it, I’m dying of laughter. I’m going to die in this live stream.]

Wang Yang, watching the comments, chuckled and added one final jab.

"Actually, the hater doesn't need to be so serious. I can see the guy is struggling, so if it’s too much, maybe just go for something solid. I’m sure the audience would accept that. Just remember to censor it—it’s too gross otherwise. And you can skip the straw; the thought of that... I’m going to throw up. Ugh!"