Chapter 48: Truly! So very true!

Seeing a soldier in military uniform appear, the other three were momentarily stunned.

And upon learning the soldier's identity, their expressions shifted once again.

Wang Yang was startled for a moment before breaking into a smile: "Hello, are you here by yourself?"

He had anticipated a sudden visit from the military.

He just hadn't expected it to happen so soon; he had thought it would take the military a few days to arrive.

After all, even the military would not easily believe that someone was openly selling an F-22 fighter jet within the borders of Kyushu, and a real one at that.

Normally, such claims would be treated as mere model displays.

Wang Yang had repeatedly emphasized in his livestream that he was selling a genuine F-22 fighter jet, but no one believed him. Whether it was the viewers in the livestream, Mr. Zhang who came to inspect the goods yesterday, or even Zhai Lin who came today, they likely all believed this was just a model of an F-22.

He had wanted to explain, but upon second thought, he couldn't be bothered.

However, now that the military had arrived, he no longer needed to hide anything—anyway, what he was selling truly was a real F-22 fighter jet.

"I have brought two professional personnel with me," the security officer said sternly.

Then, he turned his gaze to the smartphone mounted on the tripod: "Excuse me, were you just conducting a livestream?"

"Yes. Do I need to turn it off?" Wang Yang asked, nodding.

The security officer nodded: "The livestream needs to be shut down."

"No problem."

Wang Yang replied, turning around to walk up to the tripod. He spoke to the viewers in the live chatroom: "Apologies, everyone. We've encountered some force majeure factors, so our livestream will be temporarily closed for today. I'll post an announcement on Weibo when we go live again."

With that, he closed the livestream without hesitation.

That the soldier asked him to shut down the broadcast was well within Wang Yang's expectations.

They were here to inspect the fighter jet, but the inspection process must certainly not be made public, let alone have its results announced to the outside world.

In the unlikely event that it was verified to be a real F-22 fighter jet, if the news were to leak abroad, the trouble would be immense.

While the impact might not be overly significant for Wang Yang, the consequences for Kyushu would be severe, likely giving the United States a pretext to demand explanations from the official authorities of Kyushu.

However, these were matters beyond Wang Yang's concern.

"Alright, the livestream is off." Wang Yang raised his head and looked at the security officer.

The security officer nodded in response, turned around, and walked outside the warehouse.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jiang Liangliang stepped up to Wang Yang's side and asked with a worried expression: "Brother Yang, the military is here... Will we, will we be affected by this in any way?"

"That depends on the military's inspection results. If the results show... Never mind, let's wait until the results come out. In any case, our deposit has already been received," Wang Yang said, spreading his hands with an indifferent shrug.

Nearby.

Seeing the military security officer leave, Sister Li narrowed her eyes. She had a vague intuition that things might not be as simple as they seemed.

On the contrary, Zhai Lin appeared quite excited: "Sister Li, did you see that? Even the military is here!"

"Is that a good thing?" Sister Li was somewhat baffled by his train of thought.

Zhai Lin nodded heavily: "Of course it's a good thing! Just think about it, this guy named Wang Yang is selling fighter jet models, and it's actually enough to alarm the military. This precisely shows how lifelike his fighter jet model is to have drawn the military out to inspect it!"

Sister Li pondered for a moment and was astonished to find that Zhai Lin's reasoning didn't seem entirely flawed.

It was precisely because the fighter jet model was so realistic that the military mistook it for a real fighter jet and came to inspect it.

Conversely, if Wang Yang's model were obviously fake, the military would never have bothered to conduct an inspection; the military didn't have time to waste on idle matters.

With this thought, she cast her gaze back onto the two F-22 fighter jet models.

Soon, at the warehouse entrance, the security officer walked back in, accompanied by two researchers in white lab coats, each carrying two silver cases.

"Hello, Mr. Wang Yang. My name is Lin Yi, a member of the Military Scientific Research Institute under the Qingcheng Garrison Command."

"Hello, my name is Su Qi, also a member of the Military Scientific Research Institute."

Wang Yang smiled, guiding the two men into the warehouse as he said, "Hello, a warm welcome to both of you."

He then walked over to Zhai Lin and Sister Li, wearing an apologetic smile: "Sorry about this. As you can see, these are force majeure factors. But please rest assured, once the military finishes their inspection, if our transaction remains unaffected, we can proceed as planned."

"No problem, I can just wait here," Zhai Lin said, appearing completely unconcerned and even somewhat excited.

After all, a military inspection would be extremely detailed and might even yield an on-site report. As long as he could see that report, he would be able to ascertain the true condition of this F-22 fighter jet model, which would directly determine whether or not he should buy it.

After all, this came with official endorsement; ordinary people couldn't get such an endorsement even if they wanted to. He would have to be out of his mind to refuse it.

"Where do you two plan to start the inspection? I can offer a little assistance here," Wang Yang warmly welcomed the two researchers inside.

Lin Yi looked at the two F-22 fighter jets before him, momentarily lost in thought.

Too realistic! Truly too realistic!

When he had previously had the fortune of visiting the United States, he had inspected a real F-22 fighter jet, and it was identical to the F-22 model seen in this warehouse. To the naked eye, there was not the slightest difference; it was as if they had been cast from the very same mold.

Yet, his subconscious still told him that this was merely an F-22 fighter jet model, a fact that could not be changed.

Su Qi shared the exact same feeling.

"Where did you acquire these two F-22 fighter jets?" the security officer asked first.

Wang Yang did not hide anything: "I purchased the wreckage of two F-22 fighter jets from Lockheed Martin in the United States, buying each jet for a little over two million US dollars. There are records at customs; if you don't believe me, you can check the customs documentation."

The security officer nodded thoughtfully: "In other words, you bought the wreckage and then carried out a certain degree of restoration, which made these two F-22s look like this now, is that correct?"

"Exactly, that's how it is," Wang Yang replied.

As expected, it was a model.

The security officer, along with the two researchers, grew even firmer in this conviction.

As one of the world's top five major arms suppliers, Lockheed Martin was qualified to sell F-22 wreckage externally. Of course, such wreckage would definitely have all internal components completely removed, leaving only the outer shell, and it should also have been cut into several pieces.

It was now certain that these were two F-22 models.

Even if there were components inside, they would merely be hollow shells meant to maintain appearances with nothing inside.

Having overheard the conversation between the two parties, Zhai Lin and Sister Li reached the exact same conclusion simultaneously.