Chapter 4: Purchasing the F-22

After greeting the viewers in the live stream room, Wang Yang didn’t even glance at the barrage of comments and ended the broadcast immediately.

He then turned and walked out of the streaming room.

His assistant, Jiang Liangliang, hurried after him.

“Brother Yang, are you crazy?” Jiang Liangliang’s face was full of surprise and confusion. “Brother Yang, those are obviously trolls trying to provoke you. It’s clear other streamers want to mess with you.”

“I know that very well,” Wang Yang said calmly as he opened the door to his office, sat down on the sofa, and brewed himself some tea.

“T-then why did you agree to lower the price on the fighter jet for those trolls?” Jiang Liangliang followed closely behind, clutching some documents, her pretty face full of doubt.

Wang Yang took a sip of tea. “You wouldn’t understand even if I told you. Just don’t worry about it for now. You can leave.”

“Ah?” Jiang Liangliang was baffled.

“Right, close the door for me. Also, don’t tell General Manager Liang about this matter for now. I’ll handle it myself.” Wang Yang pulled out his phone without looking up.

Seeing her persuasion was futile, Jiang Liangliang moved her lips a few times but said nothing more.

She knew Wang Yang well enough to realize that now was not the time to oppose him; it was better to just listen quietly.

Besides, this wasn’t the first time trolls had caused trouble in Brother Yang’s live stream; he always found a way to solve it. So she assumed he must have a solution this time as well, which was why he agreed to the trolls’ demands.

Her not-so-clever brain struggled to keep up. After a simple “Oh,” she turned and left, closing the door behind Wang Yang.

“System, what is the seller’s phone number?” Wang Yang communicated mentally with the system.

The system quickly replied: [(003) 347-8746].

“Got it.”

Wang Yang entered the number into the chat box, stood up, and walked to the desk. Using the landline on his desk, he dialed the number.

When selecting products before, he often chose to contact foreign manufacturers directly to secure better discounts. Thus, the landline in his office could make overseas calls.

After a moment of ringing, the call was answered.

“Hello?” came a rough voice over the line.

“Mr. Joel Migas, I’m here to buy a fighter jet,” Wang Yang said fluently in English, cutting straight to the point.

He had no time for small talk. The most important thing now was to confirm if the fighter jet was still with this man. If so, he would head to the United States decisively to negotiate the purchase.

It was rare for the U.S. military to offload empty F-22 fighter shells through arms dealers, so he had to seize this opportunity firmly.

“Oh?” Joel Migas hesitated briefly before saying, “Fighter jets aren’t something just anyone can buy, my friend. Especially since this call is coming from Kyushu.”

“Heh, that’s none of your concern. If I’m calling you, it means I have the qualifications to purchase,” Wang Yang said, reclining in his chair with his legs on the desk.

Joel Migas chuckled lightly. “Alright then, what kind of fighter jet do you want?”

“I heard you have two F-22 fighter jets retired from the U.S. military,” Wang Yang stated his purpose.

Migas answered, “Those two are empty shells.”

“I know that. That’s exactly what I want,” Wang Yang replied.

Joel Migas chuckled several times. “Okay, please call 845-7364. That’s my assistant. She’ll email you the address and the related procedural requirements.”

With that, the other party hung up.

Seeing his impatience, Wang Yang redialed the assistant’s number immediately after hanging up.

After a friendly exchange, Wang Yang received an email.

Inside were the location of the arms company and the purchase requirements for those two F-22 fighter shells.

Although these were retired empty F-22 shells from the U.S. military and many countries had detailed analyses of the F-22, buying the shells was still not a simple matter.

Glancing casually, Wang Yang found he met the purchase requirements.

He took out his phone and called Jiang Liangliang.

Before she could speak, Wang Yang said, “Find a visa agent and get us both U.S. visas as fast as possible. Preferably within one day, even if it costs extra.”

Then he hung up without giving her a chance to respond.

This had to be quick—if possible, they would leave tomorrow, or at the latest, the day after.

The sooner they arrived, the sooner they could buy the empty F-22 shells and ship them back. Once the system provided him with the repair blueprints, he could restore the F-22s as soon as possible.

Sitting back in the chair, Wang Yang narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the computer screen. After confirming there was nothing urgent needing his attention, he picked up the phone and dialed Liang Yuzhu’s number.

He already knew Liang Yuzhu had left after his live stream ended.

Buying fighter jets required money he couldn’t afford.

But that didn’t matter—he had a financial backer. After some persuasion—no, explanation—the backer would surely be happy to fund it.

…

On the pedestrian street.

“Sigh, Yuzhu, what do you think of this dress?” Meng Manman, dressed in a pale pink short-sleeved long dress, swayed left and right in front of the mirror.

Beside her, Liang Yuzhu was already dressed in a loose sweatshirt and jeans. Even so, she couldn’t hide her proud figure and long, slender legs.

She looked seriously at Meng Manman in the mirror. “It does look good. It really flatters your figure.”

Meng Manman nodded and smiled. “I think so too.”

Then she turned to the sales clerk. “Please wrap this up for me.”

“Certainly, miss, you have great taste.”

“This dress is 6,580 yuan. Will you be paying by card or cash?”

“Card.”

After buying the dress, Meng Manman changed back into her own clothes, carrying the shopping bag. “Yuzhu, aren’t you going to buy something?”

“No, I have plenty of clothes already,” Liang Yuzhu shook her head.

Meng Manman sighed silently. “When will you ever loosen up? You’re so timid. You don’t look like a big boss at all.”

“I think this is just fine,” Liang Yuzhu tilted her head, somewhat puzzled.

Meng Manman knew her best friend’s temperament well and stopped trying to persuade her. Linking arms with her, she left the clothing store.

“But you seem pretty happy today. Did something good happen?” Meng Manman asked curiously.

Liang Yuzhu’s face lit up with a smile, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. “Yeah, do you remember the live streaming sales company I started?”

“You mean the one you set up right after inheriting the estate?” Meng Manman asked.

Liang Yuzhu nodded. “That’s the one.”

“I remember. Wasn’t it the guy in our class, Wang Yang, who convinced you to start that company?” Meng Manman tilted her head.

A year ago, Liang Yuzhu had just inherited her grandfather’s estate, transforming from an ugly duckling into a swan.

Then rumors spread that she had started a live streaming sales company with Wang Yang from their class.

At the time, Meng Manman had warned her to be careful not to be swindled by Wang Yang.

But later, Liang Yuzhu told her that she had transferred all the money the night before…