Chapter 37: A Ticket to Financial Freedom

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"Is he actually going to pay the deposit? This guy can't really be a wealthy person, can he?"
"Good heavens, he's already at the deposit stage, how could it be fake? This is definitely some rich guy who loves models."
"This isn't a rich guy, this is a sucker, a pure and simple sucker. I’ll say it again: anyone who pays 300 million for a fighter jet model is a total sucker."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, do you trolls have nothing better to do? If someone is rich and wants to buy this, what business is it of yours? Besides, so what if he wants to be a sucker? You couldn't even afford to be one if you wanted to."
"Heh, I certainly can't afford to be this kind of sucker, nor would I lower myself to be one. If I really had 300 million, why would I be a troll? I'd just live the life of a millionaire; wouldn't that be sweet?"
"That's true, but you trolls are truly disgusting."
"Congrats to Brother Yang on the first sale! Brother Yang is awesome; you’ve really slapped those trolls in the face."
"Not necessarily. The other party asked to inspect the goods. What if he backs out after the inspection? That's entirely possible."

Wang Yang took a quick look at the live stream comments and immediately told Jiang Liangliang to private message the bank account number to Zhang Lin.
He responded, "For the deposit, we need 50 million. The remaining balance can be paid after the inspection."
He turned to look at Jiang Liangliang, and upon receiving a nod of confirmation, Wang Yang began the long wait. Whether the other party would actually pay the deposit remained an unknown. If they paid, everyone would be happy, but if they were just looking for amusement and trying to pull a prank, there was nothing he could do.

A minute later, Jiang Liangliang received a screenshot in her private messages—it was a remittance record for "50 million."
Zhang Lin said, "I've sent the money, but the bank needs to verify it. It's a large sum, so it has to go through their procedures. Don't worry, though; I've already had someone notify the bank to expedite the transfer. It should arrive by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
"The boss is generous!" Wang Yang exclaimed after seeing the screenshot, his face beaming. He hadn't expected the man to pay the 50-million deposit without a moment's hesitation. Of course, it was possible the man had faked the screenshot, but it didn't matter; he would know for sure by tomorrow evening once he checked if the funds had arrived.
"Alright, so when can I inspect the goods?" Zhang Lin asked efficiently.
Sensing the man's urgency, Wang Yang replied readily, "It depends on your schedule, Boss. If you have the time, you can come tonight; I'll be waiting here for you."
"Uh... tonight might not work. Tomorrow or the day after. Send me the address, and I'll head over. Leave me a phone number, and I'll contact you before I arrive," Zhang Lin said.
With that, he ended the call and exited the live stream.
"Alright, take care, Boss!" Wang Yang said to the stream, letting out a long sigh of relief.

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"Wait, the deal is already done? That was so fast."
"Is this what it's like to be rich? Pay a deposit, set a time for inspection—the efficiency is insane. I have to compare brands just to buy sunflower seeds; no wonder I'm not rich."
"Goodness, the biggest sucker in the history of this stream has appeared. This 'Rich Kid' is just waiting to be scammed. Heh, no, actually, it's Wang Yang who should be waiting for the court summons."
"You trolls are enough. Get lost as far as you can, thanks."

Having seen off the buyer of the first F-22, Wang Yang turned to the three million viewers in the live stream and said, "Alright, the first F-22 fighter jet has been reserved!"
"Now there is only one F-22 left. For just 300 million—only 300 million—you can take home the fourth-generation fighter jet that the U.S. military is so proud of!"
"Only one left, this is truly the last one. If you want to buy it, don't hesitate. Contact my assistant to pay the deposit, then inspect the goods, pay the balance, and take it home!"
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Meanwhile, at the Fuli Huating residential complex, Chang Wen, a member of the fighter jet research institute, sat blankly in front of his computer with his coffee cup, his expression dazed and his eyes lingering with disbelief. He was stunned to see that the man the viewers jokingly called "Rich Kid" had actually paid the deposit and requested an inspection.
In his professional opinion, even if these F-22 models were perfect 1:1 replicas, complete with flawless interiors, their total value shouldn't exceed 100 million—no, likely not even 80 million. After all, the real value of the F-22 didn't lie in its appearance or interior, but in the core technologies developed by countless scientists at the cost of massive military budgets, and its combat performance. That was what made it truly valuable.
But what did these two models have? Nothing more than a very realistic exterior, fine craftsmanship, and a decent resemblance to the F-22. Yet, even so, that "Rich Kid" had paid a 50-million deposit and wanted to inspect them.
Truly, the world of the wealthy was impossible to understand. If he were that rich, he wouldn't spend hundreds of millions on a model. Did they have too much money to spend? What was the point of buying such a model for 300 million?
He finished his coffee, offered a wry smile, and closed the live stream.

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In a rented apartment in Qingcheng, Liang Yuzhu curled up on her bed, hugging her knees. Her fair, delicate feet were curled tightly, and her beautiful eyes remained fixed on the live stream on her phone screen.
When the "Rich Kid" first appeared and expressed his interest, her heart had been in her throat. She wanted him to buy the jet so badly, yet she feared he was just talk.
Seeing him actually pay the deposit and set an inspection time, she let out a long sigh of relief. Her five smooth toes relaxed, stretching freely in the air.
Liang Yuzhu lay flat on the bed, gazing at the ceiling. Her lips curled upward, a smile spreading across her face, her eyes crinkling into crescents.
Finally, one F-22 had been sold! Although the buyer had only paid the deposit and would only pay the balance after the inspection, it was a very positive sign. Once the buyer saw the F-22, they would definitely pay the rest! After all, Wang Yang had always been confident in the F-22 he had restored.
Once the balance arrived, all the loans under her name would be cleared, and she and Wang Yang would even make a handsome profit!
A rough calculation of her debts came to about 150 million, including subsequent fees. That meant there would be another 150 million left over. Split between the two of them, that was 75 million each.
75 million!
That was far more than the inheritance she had received! She could effectively stop running her company, put the money in the bank, and live off the interest for the rest of her life. She would finally achieve true financial freedom.
"Should I call Wang Yang to celebrate?"