Chapter 42: Another Buyer Has Arrived!

Chapter 42: Another Buyer is Knocking on the Door!

Zhang Lin was slightly stunned, and immediately almost burst out laughing.

Are you kidding me? Starting up a fighter jet model could scare me?

At most, there would be a bit of a roar, imitating the sound effects of an F-22 fighter jet starting up, and the volume definitely wouldn't be too loud—maybe just a bit more realistic.

Boom!

Just as his voice trailed off, a massive, piercing roar erupted, as if it were going to blow the entire roof off the warehouse.

Zhang Lin gave a violent start, thoroughly frightened out of his wits.

He raised his head in shock, staring at the F-22 fighter jet model before him with a blank expression.

The driver standing beside him was also startled, and with a panicked look, grabbed Zhang Lin and pulled him backward.

This deafening roar lasted for less than half a minute before it finally died down.

Wang Yang stepped out from the cockpit, placed his foot on the ladder, and climbed down step by step.

"I hope I didn't scare you, President Zhang. The F-22 just has this flaw that can't be fixed—the startup noise is simply too loud. Plus, since this is a warehouse, the echoes make the sound exceptionally piercing," Wang Yang said with a smile, then removed the earplugs from his ears.

Zhang Lin felt as though his hearing had temporarily failed him. It took him a moment to recover before he looked at Wang Yang and said, "It, it is quite loud. This sound... really does sound just like an F-22 starting up. I'm fine, not scared at all."

"That's good to hear. President Zhang, now that the inspection is practically finished, are you satisfied with this brand-new F-22 fighter jet, which is fully capable of combat operations?" Wang Yang wore a benign smile, his tone tinged with respect.

After all, he was the seller right now, and the other party was the buyer. As an exceptional businessman, Wang Yang knew all too well when to show respect, when to be amiable, and when to flip the script.

Zhang Lin nodded dumbly. "It's fine. I'm very satisfied with this F-22 fighter jet, very satisfied..."

Before he could finish his sentence, as if suddenly remembering something, he raised his head in shock, gazed at the F-22 before him, and then glanced back at Wang Yang with utter disbelief. At that moment, an extremely horrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

Could this F-22 fighter jet actually be real?

Because he had just heard Wang Yang say that this F-22 fighter jet was brand new and fully capable of combat!

Recalling what Wang Yang had said during his livestream, along with the series of inspection procedures set up today—including the engine, aerodynamic systems, powertrain assembly, and those absolute precision devices that should only exist in national military research laboratories...

What made him most suspicious was that tremendous roar when Wang Yang had just started up the F-22.

A real F-22 fighter jet has background noise when starting up. This is because, during the initial design phase of the F-22, to guarantee flight speed and combat performance, minor issues regarding fuel consumption were deliberately bypassed. Consequently, when the fuel pipelines deliver power to the engine upon startup, an excessive amount of waste and gaseous impurities are produced, which collide with the pipelines as they enter, thus creating background noise.

The audio clips restored by people on the internet afterward, or the videos of F-22 startups circulated by some individuals, had all been processed and stripped of this background noise.

Yet Wang Yang's F-22 fighter jet indeed had very distinct background noise upon startup, and it was quite loud at that...

Combined with the entire inspection process earlier, Zhang Lin could not help but wonder whether this was an F-22 model or a genuine F-22 fighter jet!

If it really was a genuine F-22 fighter jet...

Then he absolutely had to pay the final balance and, at the very least, secure this suspected real F-22 fighter jet!

"I think we can sign the purchase contract now. As for the final payment, I've already prepared it and can transfer it to your company's account at any time," Zhang Lin said with a cheerful smile, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts on his face.

Wang Yang nodded, maintaining as much composure as possible. "No problem, President Zhang. I love doing business with decisive people like you."

"Right this way, please."

Wang Yang guided Zhang Lin to the side, where they approached a table and sat down respectively.

Jiang Liangliang had already prepared the purchase contract, placing two identical copies in front of each of them.

"President Zhang, shall we sign the contract then?" Wang Yang took a quick glance at the contract; everything looked fine.

Zhang Lin did the same. Contracts of this nature typically served to protect the interests of both parties and prevent future disputes, detailing each other's requirements and demands.

After reviewing the contract and confirming there were no issues, Zhang Lin nodded. "It looks good. I'll sign."

With that, he picked up a pen and swiftly signed his name on the contract.

Wang Yang did not hesitate either, promptly signing his own name.

Subsequently, the two parties exchanged contracts and signed them once again. Only then was the transaction truly concluded.

Following that, Zhang Lin took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Wang, I've already instructed finance to wire the final balance to your company's account—a total of 250 million. Please check to confirm receipt. For now, let's leave this F-22 fighter jet right here. I'll figure out a way to have it transported away in the next few days."

"No problem, President Zhang. Just let me know whenever you need to take it away. I can store it here for up to a month," Wang Yang said.

Zhang Lin nodded in acknowledgment and quickly left the warehouse with his driver.

Wang Yang and Jiang Liangliang smiled as they saw Zhang Lin off.

Watching the Maybach gradually drive away, Jiang Liangliang's eyes were filled with excitement. "Brother Yang, it's sold! Three hundred million is about to hit the account!"

Wang Yang chuckled. "We've only sold one; there's still another one left. It'll be time to celebrate once both fighter jets are sold."

"That's true..." Jiang Liangliang nodded. "Then I'll go attend to some other matters first."

Wang Yang gazed in the direction where Zhang Lin had departed, narrowing his eyes slightly.

This President Zhang was truly decisive—spending three hundred million without a second thought, acting as if three hundred million was mere pocket change.

As expected of the wealthy; they really are loaded.

Just as Wang Yang was sighing with emotion, the phone of Jiang Liangliang, standing nearby, began to ring. She answered it immediately.

"Hello, hello."

"..."

"Yes, I am Mr. Wang's assistant. How may I help you?"

"..."

"Oh, alright, alright. I'll pass the phone to him right now."

As she spoke, Jiang Liangliang hurried over to Wang Yang's side in a few quick steps and whispered, "Brother Yang, it's for you. Judging by the tone, it might be a brand representative."

"Hello, hello." Wang Yang took the phone, putting on a professional smile.

The caller was a woman. Judging by her voice, she sounded middle-aged and very capable. "Hello, Mr. Wang. I am calling because I want to purchase the other F-22 fighter jet you have for sale in your livestream."