Chapter 45: Celebration

Li Wenshan narrowed his eyes and pondered carefully for a long time before saying, "Alright, I understand. How about this: send me the address and the person's information, and I will dispatch someone to go take a look."

"Old Commander, I have already sent it to you," Zhang Lin said.

With that, Li Wenshan hung up the phone. Staring at the information and address Zhang Lin had sent via text message, he furrowed his brows in deep thought.

The address was a warehouse in the outskirts of Qingcheng, and the person suspected of selling a genuine F-22 fighter jet was named Wang Yang, a top-tier live-streaming e-commerce anchor.

Normally, when faced with such a matter, had anyone else reported it to him, Li Wenshan would likely have brushed it off.

After all, no matter how one looked at it, it sounded entirely impossible. An F-22 fighter jet could not possibly appear in the territory of Kyushu; it wouldn't even clear customs. That was an F-22 fighter jet, for crying out loud!

Even if this person could somehow smuggle an F-22 into Kyushu without anyone noticing, how on earth could he have gotten his hands on it in the first place?

The United States military would never sell an F-22 fighter jet to such an individual.

However, the person reporting the situation to him was Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin had once been a soldier under his command. Li Wenshan had watched him grow step by step before he eventually retired. He had interacted with Zhang Lin numerous times and knew deep down that this man would never lie, let alone make a joke out of something of this magnitude.

*Very well, I'll just send someone to check it out.*

As long as they verified that this F-22 fighter jet was a fake—a mere model—the misunderstanding would be resolved.

With this thought in mind, he put down his cell phone, picked up the desk telephone, and dialed a number.

...

In the warehouse in Qingcheng.

After confirming that the buyer would come tomorrow to inspect the goods, Wang Yang sat back in his chair in high spirits.

He immediately picked up his phone and dialed Liang Yuzhu's number.

The call was connected almost instantly, and Liang Yuzhu's voice came through: "Hello, Wang Yang? What's going on?"

"Director Liang, I have good news for you. The other F-22 fighter jet has also been reserved, and the buyer's deposit has already been wired to the company's account," Wang Yang said with a smile. "Moreover, the boss who paid the deposit yesterday was extremely satisfied after inspecting the goods today and has already settled the remaining balance."

"Really?!" Liang Yuzhu exclaimed in pleasant surprise. Realizing she had lost her composure, her voice gradually lowered. "Th-that's truly wonderful. If that's the case, selling one fighter jet brought in 300 million, and the deposit for the other is 50 million. That means our company's account currently holds 350 million!"

"That's right! As long as the buyer is thoroughly satisfied after inspecting the goods tomorrow, the funds on the company's books will reach 600 million!" Wang Yang continued.

He could already hear Liang Yuzhu's hurried breathing over the phone, presumably caused by sheer excitement.

And understandably so. Six hundred million. Deducting the initial investment of a little over 100 million, the remaining profit was upwards of 400 million. Split evenly between the two of them, that came out to over 200 million each.

Having over 200 million in liquid capital within Kyushu—even some bosses of publicly listed companies worth hundreds of millions or billions might not necessarily have that much cash on hand.

Yet he and Liang Yuzhu each possessed such a sum. In an instant, the two of them had crossed into the ranks of the wealthy—the truly wealthy.

Though 200 million might only buy a single villa and a luxury car, the remaining fortune would be more than enough to sustain a life of luxury and wealth for a lifetime.

"So, my dear Director Liang, have you figured out where you want to go to celebrate?" Wang Yang teased.

Liang Yuzhu's tone shifted, filled with excitement. "I've already decided. We'll go to... to eat at the most expensive restaurant in Qingcheng, and then give the whole company a holiday, or organize a trip abroad. The money... should be enough."

"Director Liang is mighty! The money is definitely enough. Even if we feasted lavishly for a month and traveled abroad for half a year, we wouldn't spend all that cash," Wang Yang said.

"Alright then, you handle the planning for now, I have to take care of some business. As for the celebration, let's wait until tomorrow after the buyer inspects the goods, pays the final balance, and everything is fully settled here. By the way, you don't need to worry about the company's loans; don't touch this money for now either, I'll arrange it."

With that, Wang Yang hung up the phone, tossed it casually aside, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Realistically speaking, once he finished this transaction, he could directly retire and live the life of a multi-millionaire.

However, Wang Yang was someone possessed of a system, and since he had only completed a single transaction so far, calling it quits now was far too early.

Since he had a system, failing to use it to amass even greater wealth would be doing the system a grave injustice.

He just wondered if he would ever encounter such a lucrative opportunity to make this much money again in the future.

As his thoughts drifted, Wang Yang's consciousness gradually blurred. Slumped in his chair, he fell into a deep sleep.

This recent period had been truly exhausting. Even the process of inspecting goods consumed immense mental energy. Now that most matters had been finalized, he could finally get some proper rest and gather his strength to face tomorrow's inspection.

...

The next day.
9:00 AM.

Wang Yang stood at the entrance of the warehouse, with Jiang Liangliang standing beside him, holding the purchase contract.

"The people coming to inspect the goods today are already on their way, right?" Wang Yang asked.

Jiang Liangliang nodded heavily. "Yes, Brother Yang. Calculating the time, they should be arriving very soon."

Wang Yang nodded, turned his head, and glanced at the makeshift live-streaming equipment inside the warehouse. A tripod holding a smartphone, a reflector, lighting equipment, audio gear, and everything else needed was neatly set up.

He planned to stream today's cargo inspection live.

For no other reason than to let those haters and loyal fans alike see that his second fighter jet had also been sold.

Most importantly, it was to keep the momentum going. Following the live broadcast the night before, his trending momentum had sustained him through yesterday, but it was quickly overshadowed by other events.

For a live-streaming e-commerce anchor like him, that simply wouldn't do. If he wanted to remain consistently popular, he had to maintain his heat and keep his visibility steady. That way, when he eventually decided to sell other products in the future, the moment he started broadcasting, he would instantly draw widespread attention, boosting his fame and making the goods much easier to sell.

Just as he was indulging in visions of the future, Jiang Liangliang raised a hand and pointed toward the narrow path leading to the warehouse. "Brother Yang, they're here."

Wang Yang turned his head and spotted a Mercedes-Benz luxury MPV speeding toward them.

Upon seeing the MPV, he was momentarily stunned, feeling a subtle sense of oddity.

Generally speaking, a wealthy businessman would not use an MPV for such business; it was inconvenient for conducting business meetings and overly bulky—magnates simply didn't have that kind of requirement.

Only celebrities, top-tier live streamers, or wealthy second-generation heirs would choose MPVs for transportation when attending events or large gatherings, as it made things like makeup and changing clothes much easier.

Wang Yang merely pondered it briefly before dismissing the thought.

Regardless, the other party was here to inspect the goods. Their exact identity didn't matter to him; what he cared about—and had always cared about—was whether the buyer would promptly transfer the remaining balance upon completing the inspection.

That was the most crucial thing of all.