Chapter 40: It’s Just a Model, Isn’t It?

“Hello, are you Mr. Zhang Lin?” Wang Yang stepped forward first, greeting the distinguished figure who had just stepped down from the Maybach, extending his hand.

Before Zhang Lin’s arrival, Wang Yang had already gathered some basic information about the client through Jiang Liangliang.

Zhang Lin was the chairman of a publicly listed company worth billions, possessing substantial assets and formidable strength.

Zhang Lin nodded slightly. “Hello, Host Wang Yang.”

Their hands clasped, and they looked at each other directly.

Wang Yang had no intention of exchanging pleasantries and immediately extended his hand again. “Let’s get straight to the point. I suppose you’re pressed for time. Please, Mr. Zhang.”

“Alright.” Zhang Lin smiled, a trace of favor gleaming in his expression.

Wang Yang noticed his urgency, a sign of keen observation and sharp judgment from limited information—no small feat.

A clever businessman, bold enough to take risks.

Zhang Lin quickly made up his mind.

Following Wang Yang into the warehouse, his expression froze the moment he saw what lay within.

The first thing that caught his eye were two towering, imposing F-22 fighter jet models, exuding a cold, austere aura.

Their silver paint gleamed under the lights with an imposing dignity; the fully extended wings radiated a domineering presence. The sleek fuselage was fluid in form, with every line sharp and infused with a sense of brutal beauty.

At first glance alone, Zhang Lin was utterly captivated.

He even wanted to call his finance department immediately, arrange the final payment to Wang Yang, sign the purchase contract, and start organizing the transport of these F-22 fighter jets.

They were astonishingly lifelike—too real.

Had he not known in advance they were models, he might have believed these were genuine F-22s.

Of course, this thought lasted only half a minute before he dismissed it.

He had done his research on Wang Yang, who was merely a top-tier livestream host with no means to acquire real F-22s, let alone sell them.

So these had to be models.

“Mr. Zhang, I’ve prepared an inspection process covering the engine, powertrain, aerodynamic components, and control panel hardware. Would you like to follow my inspection procedure, or conduct it yourself?” Wang Yang produced a thick stack of forms, glancing at Zhang Lin, who was still caught between amazement and excitement.

Zhang Lin was stunned, then turned sharply toward him, eyes wide with disbelief. “This F-22... it even has an engine and powertrain components?”

Wang Yang smiled. “Of course. As I mentioned in the livestream, whatever a real F-22 has, this model has. Every accessory, every part, every data specification is identical.”

Zhang Lin turned away, gazing at the fighter jet with admiration. “Impressive, truly impressive!”

He had initially thought this F-22 would be a hollow shell, merely a one-to-one external and interior replica.

He never expected it would contain such intricate details. It genuinely astonished him.

If he paid 300 million yuan for an empty shell, it might feel like a loss.

But to get an almost perfect, one-to-one replicated F-22 model for that price was an incredible deal!

Its value even surpassed that of typical exhibition pieces.

The only drawback was that it couldn’t fly or be used in combat.

But Zhang Lin didn’t care; it was meant to be a stunning display piece at home, flight capability irrelevant.

If it were capable of combat, it would be a military weapon, changing its entire nature.

“Let’s proceed with your inspection procedure,” Zhang Lin said after reviewing Wang Yang’s detailed checklist, nodding approvingly.

There were a few terms he didn’t quite understand—horsepower figures for the engine, aerodynamic drag, clutch force, and other data points.

A model needing such data verification? Perhaps Wang Yang had designed it to look more professional.

Without much thought, Zhang Lin followed Wang Yang to the F-22. Climbing the ladder to its fuselage, he looked at the grayish glossy paint and was about to touch it when Wang Yang cautioned him.

“Mr. Zhang, be careful when touching it. Try not to damage the paint, or the stealth capability could be compromised under radar detection.”

Goodness, was this level of precision really necessary?

And it sounded as if this model could actually fly and be used in combat.

Zhang Lin laughed, nodded, and gently placed his hand on the fuselage.

It wasn’t as smooth as it looked; the surface was grainy.

Remarkable—a perfection in surface replication showing true dedication.

Standing on the ladder, he glanced inside.

Unlike the images he had seen online, peering through the protective canopy at close range, he was moved by the exquisite control panel.

Every button was perfectly positioned to avoid accidental presses or interference during flight, and it was truly identical to the real F-22’s controls!

He had previously studied related pictures online, so he instantly recognized this as a faithful reproduction of the original cockpit.

Worth it—the 300 million yuan was money well spent!

Just for Wang Yang’s meticulous effort, the price felt justified.

If he placed this at home, when friends came to visit, showing them this F-22 model would surely shock them into thinking it was the real thing.

Imagining their expressions filled Zhang Lin with excitement.

“I’ll call finance now to arrange the final payment and sign the contract immediately.”

Descending the ladder slowly, Zhang Lin was about to speak when Wang Yang, studying the inspection checklist, said thoughtfully, “Next, we’ll inspect the engine.”

“Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment while I prepare.”

Wang Yang wheeled over a precision device with some effort, smiling at Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin’s eyes widened in shock as he turned to examine the apparatus.

“This is... a high-precision ion core rotation detector?!”