Anchor with goods, the price of F2 is very reasonable, right?

Chapter 17 F22 has arrived, see you in half a year~
At the warehouse, Jiang Liangliang was already waiting here with a forklift unloading goods.

After four 35-ton trucks came back carrying the scrap metal of two F22 fighter jets, they immediately started loading and unloading.

When all the goods were unloaded, Wang Yang looked at the scrap metal piled up in half of the warehouse, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

System: [It has been detected that the empty shell of the F22 fighter jet has arrived. The drawings are now being distributed. Please prepare the host to receive it. 】

Just after the system's ethereal voice appeared, Wang Yang felt an unbearable amount of knowledge pouring into his mind.

A large number of complicated, incomprehensible drawings and professional terms quickly occupied his entire brain, leaving him unable to think about anything at all.

He stood there, closed his eyes, and digested the knowledge silently. He felt that after the knowledge flashed by, it was hidden in the deepest part of his mind.

All the sounds in his ears disappeared, and even his consciousness seemed to no longer exist.

I don't know how long it took for him to finally digest all the knowledge that poured into his mind.

"Brother Yang? Brother Yang! Don't scare me."

"Wang Yang? Wang Yang, please speak."

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw two faces with panic and concern on their faces. They were Liang Yuzhu and Jiang Liangliang.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yang asked confused.

Jiang Liangliang breathed a sigh of relief and rolled his eyes: "Brother Yang, I just saw that you didn't say anything. You just stood like this and frowned from time to time. I thought something had happened to you."

Liang Yuzhu just looked at him quietly, the concern in his eyes not fading away.

"It's okay, I was just thinking about something." Wang Yang made up a reason casually, turned his head and looked at the pile of scrap metal from the empty shells of F22 fighter jets, and the corresponding data automatically appeared in his mind.

[The F-22 fuselage has a semi-monocoque structure and adopts a wing-body fusion design. The entire aircraft structure is mainly composed of titanium alloy (approximately 41%), aluminum alloy (approximately 15%), and composite materials (approximately 25%) , among which the main load-bearing beams and frames of the fuselage are integrally forged from titanium alloy, and most of the skins, hatches, hatches and part of the fuselage frame are made of composite materials...]

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment and then reacted.

The system had just implanted the entire F22 fighter blueprint into his brain. It would be much normal for him to be able to get the relevant data of the F22 fighter just by looking at it.

After all, he can be said to be the person who knows the F22 best, bar none.

You must know that when the United States manufactured the F22 fighter jet, it was an entire scientific research team and countless scientific research experts in the military field that jointly created the F22 fighter jet, not just one person.

But now, with the blessing of system drawings, Wang Yang can completely rely on one person to restore the entire structure of the F22 fighter jet, including the relevant data of each technology, as well as all the data of the entire fighter jet.

Now as long as he has the relevant equipment, the corresponding materials, and given time, he can turn the scrap metal in front of him into a real, original F22 fighter jet!
It can be said that an entire scientific research team studying the F22 fighter jet lives in his brain and can be used and mobilized at any time.

Wang Yang couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. He wanted to step forward to check the status of the scraps, but he stumbled and almost fell down.

"Brother Yang, be careful!" Jiang Liangliang, with quick eyes and quick hands, hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Wang Yang waved his hand, stood up slowly, and held his head with one hand.

So much complicated knowledge poured into his mind, which also put his brain into a state of overload. He was in urgent need of rest now.

"It's okay, maybe I'm just too tired recently." Wang Yang stood firm and didn't say much.

Liang Yuzhu: "Take a good rest when you are tired, don't be too pushy."

"Yes, Brother Yang, these things are all in the warehouse. You have nothing to worry about. It's time to rest." Jiang Liangliang agreed. "Okay." Wang Yang responded.

Then, he turned to look at the empty shell scraps of F22 fighter jets placed randomly on the ground: "Liangliang, take photos of these and send them to me. I want to use them."

"Okay, Brother Yang."

"Let's go, lock the warehouse door." Wang Yang turned around and walked out of the warehouse.

After Jiang Liangliang locked the warehouse, the three of them came to Wang Yang's car together.

He threw the key to Jiang Liangliang: "You drive, take Mr. Liang home, and then drive the car downstairs to your house. I will find a driver to drive the car back."

He couldn't drive in his current condition. If something happened along the way, it would be ruined.

"Ah... Okay, Brother Yang, but I'm a newbie, so don't mind if I drive slowly." Jiang Liangliang stuck out his tongue.

Wang Yang didn't say much and just sat in the back row, leaning against the seat with his eyes closed to relax.

After the brain told the operation, the overload was a little more serious than he thought. Now his brain has a slight tingling sensation, but the feeling is not very strong, and he also knows that this is just a lot of knowledge gained in a short period of time. .

As expected, Jiang Liangliang drove very slowly. The originally one-hour journey took her an hour and a half.

After sending Jiang Liangliang home, Wang Yang found a driver and returned to his home.

Night had already fallen, and he was in no mood to care about the stars in the sky. Returning to the familiar corridor, he took out the key and opened the door. Ignoring the darkness in the room, he fell down on the sofa.

After an unknown amount of time, the tingling sensation in his brain gradually faded away, and his consciousness finally returned to true sobriety.

He got up, sat on the sofa, and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt much more comfortable.

After calming down for a while, he drank a large glass of water and sat for a while.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the photos of the warehouse that Jiang Liangliang sent him.

After simply processing the photo, he picked out the light and image data, nodded with satisfaction, cut out the screen, and opened Weibo.

As a big V in the goods industry, his number of Weibo fans has always been around 200 million.

These are active fans, not purchased zombie fans.

However, it seems that due to the influence of the previous black fan incident in the live broadcast room, his number of fans dropped below 200 million, and now he still has 198 million.

Wang Yang did not dwell on this matter. He immediately posted a text message:
[Everything is ready, the F22 fighter jet has arrived, and interested customers can prepare to raise funds. See you in half a year~]

After checking that there were no typos, Wang Yang clicked send directly.

Now that the empty shell waste of the F22 fighter jet has been put into the warehouse, he naturally cannot start repairing it silently and wait until it is truly repaired before it is released.

As a live broadcaster, you must always maintain your popularity. This is the most basic rule of survival.

What's more, the public controversy caused by the last Weibo post also let Wang Yang know that these netizens really like to join in the fun. If this is the case, let them have fun again.

Of course, he also wanted to let those anti-fans and those behind the scenes know that what he said in the live broadcast room was not just talk.

(End of this chapter)