Chapter 41: Wang Yang Is Quite the Businessman

Wang Yang was momentarily stunned, then smiled and looked at the distinguished gentleman before him. “You know about this too?”

“Mm, I had some prior knowledge,” Zhang Lin replied, composing his expression and nodding.

When he had previously researched various fighter jets, he occasionally came across references to specialized instruments used to test fighter jet engines, aerodynamic systems, or propulsion modules.

Among them, the high-precision ion core rotation detector was specifically designed to examine fighter jet engines. However, such professional equipment only existed in military research laboratories around the world.

The device Wang Yang was using here was likely a high-quality replica—or perhaps manufactured to make the inspection process appear more official, or to provide him, the buyer, with the highest level of experience.

With this thought firmly in mind, Zhang Lin’s impression of Wang Yang grew even more favorable.

He had to admit, Wang Yang was truly skilled at business. Not only did he manage to secure such a perfect 1:1 replica of an F-22 fighter jet—more flawless than even exhibition-level models—for just 300 million yuan, but he had also thought of enhancing the inspection experience itself.

No wonder he was one of the top livestream sellers; attention to detail like this was never overlooked.

Wang Yang pushed the instrument forward and walked several steps to the underside of the jet. After expertly removing the protective panel, he connected the device to the F119 engine.

This step simulated the various performance metrics of the F119 engine under operating conditions, providing a more intuitive display of its comprehensive capabilities.

Soon enough, data appeared on the instrument’s dashboard.

[Thrust: 133.6 kN
Maximum thrust without afterburner: 97.86 kN
Thrust-to-weight ratio: 10
Bypass ratio: 1:5
Overall pressure ratio: 26
Turbine inlet temperature: 1850K
Afterburner fuel consumption rate: 2.4 kg/(daN·h)]

“Mr. Zhang, take a look at these figures. They match the original F119 engine data exactly,” Wang Yang said with a smile, pointing at the dashboard.

Zhang Lin leaned in, eyes brightening as he nodded with admiration. “Indeed, it’s exactly the same as the real F119 engine data.”

This Wang Yang really went all out—the entire inspection was a full theatrical experience, elevating the entire process.

It was likely that he had developed a dedicated program to display this data.

How thoughtful!

Wang Yang nodded. “Since that’s the case, let’s move on to the next test.”

With that, he pushed away the high-precision ion core rotation detector and brought over another device.

Zhang Lin glanced sideways, his pupils constricting in surprise.

The dynamic monitoring atomic collision centrifuge—a professional apparatus used to test the aerodynamic systems of fighter jets.

Could it be that Wang Yang had replicated an entire suite of testing equipment along with the fighter jet model?

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Over two hours passed before the entire inspection process was finally complete.

During those two hours, Zhang Lin genuinely felt Wang Yang’s meticulous dedication and the overwhelmingly satisfying experience.

He even entertained a fleeting illusion—that he was not purchasing a model fighter jet, but an actual F-22.

The illusion lasted only briefly before he dismissed it. He was certain this F-22 model was the most realistic fighter jet model in existence; there probably wasn’t a single model worldwide that could rival its authenticity.

With these thoughts, he was about to speak with Wang Yang about arranging the final payment and figuring out how to transport the model back when Wang Yang turned to him solemnly.

“Mr. Zhang, since we’ve nearly completed all procedures, let’s proceed to the final step—starting up this fighter jet.”

Start the fighter jet?

Zhang Lin froze, momentarily at a loss, looking toward Wang Yang in disbelief. He wondered if he had misheard.

After all, Wang Yang said “start up the fighter jet”...

A model fighter jet—would one really start it up?

This model was incredibly professional!

“Due to space constraints, I haven’t been able to procure aviation fuel, and there’s no one here qualified to pilot the jet, so unfortunately, we can’t test it in flight. I hope you understand, Mr. Zhang,” Wang Yang said apologetically.

Hearing this...

Zhang Lin was stunned again, staring at Wang Yang and then at the F-22 model before him, his eyes wide with astonishment.

To be honest, Wang Yang’s talk of starting it up and test flying it sparked a sense of amusement and novelty within him.

He initially decided to buy the model because its exterior and interior were so lifelike. Then, coming here to inspect it, he was deeply impressed by the immersive inspection procedure Wang Yang had crafted, and by how the model’s realism rivaled a genuine F-22.

But now, Wang Yang felt that wasn’t enough—he even insisted on starting it up before calling it done.

Well, he truly was a top-tier livestream seller; the level of experience provided to customers was simply unmatched.

“I think maybe we don’t need to start it up, right?” Zhang Lin raised his hand to stop him in time.

Wang Yang waved him off. “We have to make sure it works properly. Though the inspection process has gone smoothly, this final step mustn’t fail. Mr. Zhang, starting it up won’t take long and won’t hold things up.”

“Besides, you spent so much money, we have to provide the best service,” Wang Yang added.

Zhang Lin wanted to object, but the words caught in his throat. His expression shifted, and he nodded in agreement.

Overall, Wang Yang’s straightforward words made sense. Though it was just a model, Wang Yang’s attitude had always been excellent—far superior to ordinary sellers.

It was this startup step...

That alone demonstrated Wang Yang’s dedication to these two models, even including a startup mechanism.

Generally, a model would be just a hollow shell at best. This F-22 model was not only fully intact internally, but its components were all functional. Most importantly, it could be started.

Though “starting up” might only mean lighting up the console and activating simulated instrument panels, this effort proved Wang Yang had no intention of making a cheap, superficial model just to swindle money.

In Zhang Lin’s eyes, this F-22 was worth more than the 300 million yuan price tag. For such a model at that price, it was an absolute bargain—no loss at all!

Thinking back to last night, when his wife earnestly advised against the purchase, and the barrage of comments in the livestream chat calling Wang Yang’s fighter jet an empty shell not worth the price, he almost laughed.

Anyone who truly understood fighter jets, or even had a relative grasp of their model value, would never say such things after seeing this F-22 and Wang Yang’s service.

With these thoughts in mind,

Zhang Lin heard Wang Yang, already seated in the cockpit, call down: “Mr. Zhang, please step back a little. I’m about to start it up. Brace yourself—don’t get startled.”