Chapter 33: Original Price 3 Billion, Now Only 300 Million!-O preço do F2 oferecido pelo influenciador é bastante razoável, não acha?(Senhor Jack, o Magnífico)

[Oh wow, those haters actually left fake information and fake phone numbers? What happened to their earlier bold promises? They said as long as Brother Yang got it, they’d buy it! Ha, trash is just trash, really disgusting.]

[Heh, expecting those haters to buy it? Impossible. How could they afford such a price?]

[Exactly, exactly. Those haters just yap and yap, but when it comes to spending money, no way.]

[Honestly, if Wang Yang really brought a genuine F-22 into the livestream room, I’d buy it immediately, even if it cost billions. But I’m not a fool—spending a fortune on a model that costs no more than a million? I’d be crazy!]

[Stop making excuses for yourself. The fact that they left fake IDs and phone numbers—isn’t that proof enough? If it’s true, just shut up!]

[I won’t shut up. Can you kill me? I have plenty of accounts. Believe it or not, I could show you the real power of online harassment tonight.]

[Oh, he’s mad, he’s mad! Can’t argue, so he’s angry. These haters really have no manners. Ugh!]

Wang Yang smiled and raised his hand again. “Alright everyone, no need to worry about whether those haters will buy or not. I never expected them to actually spend money on fighter jets anyway.”

“But for the wealthy brothers watching this livestream, open your eyes wide—I’m about to announce the price!”

At Wang Yang’s words, not only did the viewers in the livestream get extremely excited, even the staff in the warehouse looked particularly thrilled.

A single F-22 fighter jet, even if it’s just a model comparable to the original, would never be priced too low—at least several million to start.

You must understand, the two F-22 fighter jets stored in Brother Yang’s warehouse clearly look like exhibition-level pieces.

A model of an F-22 that can be displayed in an exhibition is priceless; any military enthusiast would be unable to resist, possibly snapping it up in an instant.

Yet, no one knew how low Brother Yang would set the price, since his livestreams are known for being affordable and genuinely benefiting his fans.

Wang Yang cleared his throat and spoke seriously: “So, how much will it actually cost to buy such an F-22 fighter jet?”

“As you all know, the F-22 is currently the main combat aircraft in service with the United States. Before the F-35 could be mass-produced, an F-22 cost 150 million US dollars. Converted at today’s exchange rate, that’s nearly one billion Kyushu currency.”

“During my last visit to the US to negotiate with their military high command, they promptly gave me a quote: one F-22 fighter jet costs 500 million US dollars. Converted to Kyushu currency, that’s over three billion.”

“I obviously couldn’t accept that price. As a host who looks out for my fans, I immediately confronted the colonel who received me from the military. And guess what? He didn’t back down.”

“After a fierce negotiation, countless words exchanged, and wearing down my tongue, the colonel—after consulting with their five-star general—finally gave the lowest price: 300 million US dollars!”

[Three hundred million US dollars? Wow, I’d only heard about US military corruption before, but to think it’s this bad—they can inflate the price of an F-22 so much. My goodness, these guys sure know how to make money fast.]

[Wait, you actually believe this? Are true fans just a bunch of fools? Wang Yang’s clearly using sales talk. I’m done.]

[Oh, those haters aren’t gone yet? I thought they’d all be gone by now.]

[Ha, I’m a professional, big brother.]

Wang Yang paid no attention to the live chat and continued: “Three hundred million US dollars, converted to Kyushu currency, is about two billion. Even that price is too high, so after more intense bargaining, the US military made a huge concession! They decided to sell me two F-22 fighter jets below cost price.”

“Today, in my livestream, buying one F-22 fighter jet only costs 300 million Kyushu currency! No US dollars, no pounds, no other currency—only Kyushu currency. Three hundred million!”

“Three hundred million—you won’t lose out, you won’t be fooled. Only two units available, once sold, that’s it. Frankly, I don’t think the US military will cooperate with me again after this deal; they’re practically selling at a loss.”

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Meanwhile,

Thousands of kilometers away in Fancheng,

Zhang Yinyin held her phone, laughing so hard at the livestream she was nearly falling over. She watched the barrage of comments fly by, with all sorts of experts showing off their skills, turning an already joyful livestream into something that made her laugh to tears.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Three hundred million Kyushu currency? Just three hundred million and you can buy an F-22 fighter jet? This is such a bargain! Brother Yang, hurry up and post the link—I want to buy!]

[Wang Yang, I advise you to recognize a good deal when you see one. Hurry up and give me the link, my wallet can’t wait any longer!]

[Brother Yang is awesome! (voice cracks) A fighter jet worth 3 billion is now just 300 million. Brother Yang truly is the most fan-loving host on the entire internet. Brother Yang rocks!]

[So you guys are the hype team, huh? Wow, even more professional than us haters.]

[To the one above, let’s make money together.]

[Exactly, I’ve been a bit tight on cash lately. Let’s earn some money together!]

[Please, give me the channel. I can’t afford to eat anymore. Even if I get paid a few dozen bucks for one livestream, it’s fine.]

Reading these comments, she typed: “I’ll probably die laughing in this livestream someday.”

Then she put down her phone and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with a tissue.

She wasn’t a fan of Wang Yang, just an ordinary passerby. She had come to the livestream after seeing the trending news about Wang Yang announcing the sale of an F-22 fighter jet, curious to see if it was for real.

Unexpectedly, from the moment she entered the livestream room, her laughter never stopped; the atmosphere was genuinely delightful.

What surprised her even more was that Wang Yang’s sale of the F-22 wasn’t just a stunt—there really was a fighter jet in his livestream!

Though it was a top-tier model comparable to the F-22, just looking at it made it seem very authentic.

Of course, she had no desire to buy it.

Her family was wealthy enough to afford the 300 million Kyushu currency to buy one of the fighter jet models, and their home was big enough to fit it comfortably.

But she saw no need; she simply didn’t like it.

If her father saw it, maybe he’d be tempted. After all, he often talked about his military career and sometimes lamented that if he had been chosen as a pilot back then, he might have been among Kyushu’s first fighter jet pilots.

Knock knock knock.

“Yinyin, did you not do your homework again? I could hear your laughter from outside.”

With a stern voice, Zhang Yinyin’s laughter abruptly stopped. “No, Dad, I just—I was watching for a bit…”

“Can I come in?” came Zhang Lin’s voice from outside.

“Sure,” Yinyin replied.

As the door opened, Zhang Lin entered his daughter’s room, his brows furrowed and face stern and rugged. “You said just a bit? I’ve been hearing it for over half an hour.”

Yinyin placed her phone on the desk, blinking with a touch of grievance. “Dad, just let me watch a little, please. I promise I’ll finish my homework and won’t stay up late.”

Zhang Lin frowned and sighed. “Watching livestreams is fine, but you need to balance work and rest. Don’t just watch livestreams and neglect your studies, understand?”

“Okay!” Yinyin agreed wholeheartedly.

Zhang Lin glanced sideways at the phone on the desk, curiously asking, “By the way, what are you watching? I kept hearing fighter jets and thirty billion? Don’t tell me you’re up to no good.”