At the warehouse, Jiang Liangliang had already been waiting here with an unloading forklift.

After four 35-ton trucks returned with the empty shells and scrap iron of the two F22 fighters, the loading and unloading work began immediately.

When all the goods were unloaded, Wang Yang looked at the scrap iron piled up in the small semi-warehouse, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile.

System: [The F22 fighter has been detected to be empty, the drawings are now distributed, please prepare the host to receive it.] 】

Just after the ethereal voice of the system appeared, Wang Yang only felt a huge amount of knowledge that was unbearable to his brain surged into his mind.

Massive, complex, simply incomprehensible drawings, as well as jargon, quickly took over his entire brain, leaving him powerless to think about anything at all.

He stood still, closed his eyes, silently digested the knowledge, and felt that the knowledge flashed and then was hidden in the deepest part of his mind.

All the sounds in my ears disappeared, and even consciousness seemed to cease to 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, you speak. ”

Slowly opened his eyes, and there were two panicked and concerned faces in front of him, it was Liang Yuzhu and Jiang Liangliang.

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

Jiang Liangliang breathed a sigh of relief and rolled his eyes: "I just saw Brother Yang, you didn't speak, just stood like this, your brows were still frowning from time to time, I thought something was wrong with you." ”

Liang Yuzhu just looked at him quietly, and the concern in his eyes had not faded.

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

[The F-22 fuselage is a semi-monocoque structure, and adopts a wing-body fusion design, and the whole aircraft structure is mainly composed of titanium alloy (about 41%), aluminum alloy (about 15%), and composite materials (about 25%), of which the main load-bearing beam and frame of the fuselage are forged from titanium alloy as a whole, and most of the skin, hatch, mouth cover and part of the fuselage skeleton are made of composite materials......]

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

The system has just instilled the drawings of the entire F22 fighter into his brain, so he can get the relevant data of the F22 fighter just by looking at it, which is much more normal.

After all, he is now arguably the one who knows the most about F22, not one of them.

You must know that when the United States manufactured the F22 fighter, it was created by a whole scientific research team and countless scientific research experts in the military field, rather than the power of one person.

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

Now as long as he has the relevant equipment, as well as the corresponding materials, and as long as he is given time, he can turn the scrap metal in front of him into a real, original F22 fighter!

It can be said that a whole scientific research team researching the F22 fighter lives in his brain, which can be used at any time and mobilized at any time.

Wang Yang couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and wanted to step forward to check the state of those scraps, but he didn't want to stumble under his feet and almost fall.

"Brother Yang, be careful!" Jiang Liangliang's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

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

So much complicated knowledge poured into his mind, and his brain was also overloaded, and now he urgently needed to rest.

"It's okay, maybe I've been too tired lately." Wang Yang stood firm and didn't say much.

Liang Yuzhu: "If you're tired, take a good rest, don't be reckless." ”

"Yes, Brother Yang, these things are also in the warehouse, you have nothing to worry about, it's time to rest." Jiang Liangliang agreed.

"Okay." Wang Yang responded.

Then, he turned his head to look at the empty shell scrap of F22 fighter jets that were randomly placed on the ground: "Liangliang, take a picture 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 towards the outside of the warehouse.

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

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

He can't drive in his current state, and if something happens along the way, it's all ruined.

"Ah...... Okay, Brother Yang, but I'm a newbie, don't dislike me for driving slowly. Jiang Liangliang stuck out his tongue.

Wang Yang didn't say much, he sat directly in the back row, leaning on the seat and closing his eyes.

The brain told him that after the operation, the resulting overload was a little worse than he thought, and now his brain had a slight tingling sensation, but it was not very strong, and he also knew that it was just a lot of knowledge in a short period of time.

As expected, Jiang Liangliang drove very slowly, and she drove for an hour and a half, which was originally an hour's journey.

When Jiang Liangliang was sent home, Wang Yang found a substitute driver and returned to his home.

Night had already fallen, and he was in no mood to pay attention to the stars in the sky, and when he returned to the familiar hallway, he took out the key and twisted the door, and fell headlong on the sofa despite the darkness in the room.

It didn't take long for the tingling sensation in his brain to fade and his consciousness finally regained his true consciousness.

Got up, sat on the sofa, and breathed a long sigh of relief, he felt much more comfortable.

After a little more pause, he drank another large glass of water and sat down for a while.

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

Simply processed the photo, picked the light and image data, nodded with satisfaction, cut out the screen, and opened Weibo.

As a big V in the goods industry, his Weibo fans have been maintained at about two million.

These are all active fans, not bought zombie fans.

However, it seems that he was affected by the previous black fan incident in the live broadcast room, and his number of fans dropped to less than two million, and now there are still 1.98 million.

Wang Yang didn't bother with this matter, he immediately posted a text dynamic:

[Everything is ready, the F22 fighter has arrived, and the intended customer can be ready to raise funds, we will see you in half a year~]

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

Since the empty shell scrap of the F22 fighter has been put into the warehouse, he naturally can't start repairing it silently, and wait until it is actually repaired before it comes out.

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

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

Of course, it also let those black fans and the people behind the scenes know that what they said in the live broadcast room was not just talking.