Chapter 38: Finding Wang Yang to Celebrate

Liang Yuzhu sat on her bed, pursing her thin lips as her toes curled once again.

If she were to call Wang Yang now to propose a celebration, she really ought to include Jiang Liangliang and the staff on-site as well. If she were to seek out Wang Yang alone, wouldn't it seem a bit too intentional? Might it lead to some misunderstanding on his part?

While she was caught in this internal struggle, Liang Yuzhu watched as Wang Yang continued to promote his products energetically in the livestream, interacting with his audience from time to time. She set her thoughts aside for the moment, focusing all her attention on the broadcast.

Although they had managed to sell one F-22 fighter jet, and the 300 million would likely be transferred to the company's account before long, she still hoped Wang Yang would push a little harder. If they could just find another wealthy buyer to snap up the remaining F-22, her and Wang Yang’s profits would each reach over 200 million.

Two hundred million! That was a staggering amount—the interest alone would be enough to live on for a lifetime.

However, as she watched, Liang Yuzhu gradually let go of that ambition. The chat was filled with trolls and haters hurling insults—some mocking Wang Yang, others ridiculing the wealthy buyer who had paid the deposit, and some stirring up trouble, demanding that Wang Yang apologize and end the stream immediately. No one else stepped forward to purchase the second F-22.

By the time 10:00 PM passed, Wang Yang announced he was ending the stream, yet no one had come forward to buy. As he bid the audience farewell, the screen went black, and a massive number of viewers exited the room.

Liang Yuzhu closed the app, pulled her knees to her chest, and stared fixedly at the wall. Regardless, they had sold one F-22; they had already recouped all their initial investment. Even if the second jet didn't sell, she no longer had to worry about the loans. With this realization, she picked up her phone and dialed Wang Yang’s number. She had made up her mind: they had to celebrate, and it had to be a proper celebration.

...

In the warehouse.

"Everyone, you've worked hard today. Let's have a treat tonight—tell Jiang Liangliang whatever you want to eat!" Wang Yang stood up, waving his hand with a smile.

"Brother Yang is the best!"

"Brother Yang, I don't want food, can you give me the other F-22 model instead?"

"In your dreams! Brother Yang, can we take a group photo?"

Hearing the staff, Wang Yang chuckled and joked, "Photos are fine, but whatever you do, don't touch it. The surface coating is extremely precious; if it gets damaged, the stealth capability will be ruined."

"Understood! Don't worry, Brother Yang."

"We won't touch it, we'll just look."

"Brother Yang is so generous!"

Leaving the staff to take photos with the fighter jet, Wang Yang walked aside, found a comfortable chair, and sat down, taking a deep breath. Today’s livestream might have looked effortless, and he had handled the trolls with ease, but in reality, it was more exhausting than any broadcast he had done before. Not only did he have to withstand the pressure from the haters, but he also had to find ways to engage the casual viewers while solidifying his core fanbase. Selling an F-22 wasn't an easy task.

Fortunately, his luck was good. On the very first day, a wealthy buyer had shown interest and immediately wired a 50-million deposit. He had to admit, the buyer had an eye for quality. He believed that when the man arrived to inspect the goods and saw the real F-22 parked right in front of him, he would surely pay the remaining balance and take the jet away. Wang Yang was convinced that no man could resist such a massive toy—especially one capable of combat. Even if you couldn't fly it, just having it on display at home was a feast for the eyes.

*Ring, ring.*

The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He pulled it out and saw it was Liang Yuzhu.

"Hello, Ms. Liang, what are your instructions?" Wang Yang leaned back in his chair, feeling a bit weary.

Liang Yuzhu’s concerned voice came through the line: "The livestream today must have been very tiring..."

"It was alright, standard exhaustion. But the good news is we sold one. Once that buyer pays the rest of the balance after verifying the goods, we'll have made back all our initial investment and earned a tidy profit," Wang Yang said, feigning a relaxed tone.

"Mhm... I've calculated it too. We should each get about 75 million," Liang Yuzhu replied softly. "For such a big occasion, shouldn't we... shouldn't we celebrate?"

"Celebrate?" Wang Yang mused. "We certainly should, but not right now."

"Oh?" Liang Yuzhu paused, her voice tinged with confusion.

Wang Yang let out a long breath. "Although the buyer has paid the deposit, we won't get the final payment until he inspects the goods. Plus, it's quite busy here, and everyone has had a long day. I've asked Jiang Liangliang to buy some food, but a formal celebration isn't necessary yet. Besides, I can't really leave right now."

"Oh..." Liang Yuzhu said quietly, then added, "Ah, no, I didn't mean I wanted to invite you out alone. I meant... I wanted to invite everyone to celebrate together."

Wang Yang was taken aback. He could already imagine the faint blush on the manager’s face and her embarrassed expression on the other end of the line.

"Of course I know that. Ms. Liang is so thoughtful of everyone; naturally, you'd want to bring the whole team along," Wang Yang teased. He quickly changed the subject. "But as for a real celebration, let's wait until the second F-22 is sold. Let's make sure we have all the money in our pockets first."

"Right, yes. Then once the second one sells, we'll have a great celebration," Liang Yuzhu said, sounding relieved.

"Got it. I'll pass the good news along to the team."

Wang Yang stood up immediately. "Everyone, hold on a moment. Ms. Liang just called to say you've all worked hard today. Now isn't quite the time to celebrate, but once we sell the second jet, she’s going to take us all out for a proper party! You can start thinking about where you want to go, what food you want to eat, and what you want to buy!"

A roar of cheers erupted throughout the warehouse.

"Ms. Liang is the best!"

"Ms. Liang is so generous!"

"Thank you, Ms. Liang! We're just doing our jobs!"

Wang Yang held his phone up to the staff so the cheers would carry through, then brought it back to his ear. "Ms. Liang, everyone is very excited about your celebration plans, so you'd better start thinking about the details now to avoid any last-minute scrambling."

"Ah, yes, right. I'll start thinking about it immediately," Liang Yuzhu said, sounding a bit flustered and confused, before quickly hanging up the phone.