Chapter 30: Are you never going to let this go?

Seeing the atmosphere in the livestream beginning to veer off course, Wang Yang promptly spoke up, steering the conversation back to the broadcast.

“All right, brothers, let’s give that troll some time to prepare. After all, this takes quite a bit of courage. But first, let’s focus on the goods I’m showcasing today—right here behind me in this warehouse—two brand-new, fully functional F-22 fighter jets ready for use!”

[“Yeah, like that takes courage, Yang. You’re too cheeky.”]

[“Forget it, everyone, let’s listen to Yang for now. Don’t mind that troll. Let’s watch Yang’s product reveal first. After he’s done, I’m sure that troll will be ready, and then we can have a bonus show checking out his livestream!”]

[“Stop, seriously. That ‘bonus’ almost made me puke. It’s stuck in my throat—oh no… ugh!”]

[“Hey, don’t vomit in the chatroom, guys! Otherwise, Yang’s F-22s won’t sell well.”]

[“Haha, Wang Yang, you’re stubborn even now. I bet those two F-22s behind you are just projections.”]

[“Exactly. I just looked it up. The latest projection technology can create visuals in videos that look absolutely real, like the real thing.”]

[“Are you trolls never done? What, you want Yang to actually pilot the fighter jets live?”]

[“Oh, I see, the trolls are pretending to be fans now—fake support, but stabbing in the back.”]

[“A public plea: Yang, get in that fighter and take it for a spin! Show those trolls what’s up.”]

[“Yeah, Yang, fly a lap so those dogs can bark all they want and then shut up!”]

[“Hey, hey, hey, you trolls are going too far!”]

Glancing at the flood of comments, Wang Yang smiled and said, “Taking a spin? That’s not happening. You all know, if these jets actually took off, this livestream wouldn’t even be happening today.”

“Maybe I’d get a visit from the national security agency before takeoff. Even if I got airborne, the military might shoot me down with a missile. I’m here to sell, not risk my life.”

“Besides, I don’t even know how to fly these things.” Wang Yang shrugged helplessly.

[“Haha, I think you just don’t dare. Those two F-22s don’t even exist, so you’re afraid to get close and expose the trick. Wang Yang, just apologize and quit livestreaming.”]

[“Seriously, you trolls echoing each other? Even I, who’s not the brightest, think you’re crazy. Even if Yang did fly an F-22, could you afford to buy one? Stop joking.”]

[“Come on, if you just started the F-22s, I’d believe you. But you won’t, because those jets are fake, just projections!”]

[“Let the real fans learn something—I’m posting the projection tutorial I found right here.”]

[“You trolls are too much. If Yang won’t fly, he won’t. Worst case, he apologizes and quits livestreaming. But you’re the ones being unfair, slandering such a good guy.”]

[“Come on, Yang, I’m here, begging you to prove them wrong—start those F-22s if you can!”]

The comments flew wildly in the chat, with trolls clearly outnumbering the genuine fans.

But Wang Yang wasn’t fazed. He ignored the trolls, knowing explanations were futile. They’d just keep trolling, disrupting the livestream’s order—nothing more.

The best way to silence them would be to start up the F-22 jets, of course.

But that was unnecessary—and outright dangerous.

If he truly started them, it wouldn’t just be a livestream anymore.

[“By placing a reflective panel behind an object and using light principles to enlarge it, controlling the angle between the panel and the camera can create a visual discrepancy that magnifies the object. When filming, the distance between the person and the reflected object must be carefully managed; too close causes distortion, exposing the trick, while too far blurs the image and also reveals the illusion.”]

[“See? This projection technique exists. Although it’s complicated and requires high-resolution projection and lighting equipment. But as a livestream seller, Yang probably started preparing these months ago. You can imagine how much time he spent perfecting these F-22 projections.”]

With this message posted, the entire chatroom exploded again.

[“Whoa? That actually makes sense. Am I about to go from fan to troll?”]

[“Think about it: how could Wang Yang get real F-22s? Even models wouldn’t look this authentic. It’s probably just projections, a scam.”]

[“Haha, you true fans are clueless. This is an obvious trick, and you don’t see it? Wang Yang’s just fooling you with projections.”]

[“Tch, Wang Yang, if you have guts, come stand in front of the jets. Bet you won’t. Apologize and end this livestream—get out of the scene. You’re wasting our time.”]

[“Exactly, Yang, hurry up and apologize. I’m waiting for a foot massage; the therapist’s already booked.”]

Seeing these comments, Wang Yang sighed, stood up from his chair, and turned to walk toward the F-22 jets behind him.

The jets weren’t far—just a few steps away from his livestream spot.

Arriving in front of the fighter jets, Wang Yang smiled and addressed the livestream: “See? I’m standing right in front of the F-22s. I’m almost 1.9 meters tall, and even standing, I can’t reach the nose of the jet—it’s about the height of the tires. So, what more do you want to say?”

[“Whoa! That’s true. If these were projections, the background would blur when Yang stood in front, exposing the trick. But the jets look exactly the same, no change.”]

[“So that means the F-22 behind Yang is real? No way.”]

[“Could be models, hard to say. So far, it doesn’t look like a projection trick.”]

[“Haha, who knows if he’s using some advanced projection tech that doesn’t distort? We didn’t see it ourselves, so who knows what’s real.”]

[“Yang, prove it again. If those were real jets, you’d do more than just stand there—you wouldn’t be afraid to move around, right?”]

[“Come on, the background doesn’t blur, but who knows how he’s tricking us.”]