Chapter 42: Returning Home

"Family, Little Piggy is taking you all on a trip to Siam today! I’m currently at the airport. I won’t be able to see you all for a few hours, and I’m going to miss you so much!"

Netizens:
[How old is this woman? Still trying to act like a young girl.]
[Hahaha, I actually have a soft spot for old hags playing the ingenue.]
[I have to say, this old lady really knows how to put on a show. It’s a pity we have to switch to airplane mode during the flight.]

Seeing the comments, Little Piggy didn't change her expression at all; her persona was precisely that of an older woman acting young.

"Family, before we take off, let me show you something fun! Consider this a little treat for you all!"

With that, she turned the camera, and a massive, luxurious airliner appeared in the video.

Upon seeing the plane, the netizens started causing a stir again.

[Holy crap, I thought the old girl was about to strip for us, but it’s just a plane!]
[Watching a hammer would be more interesting than watching a plane.]
[Hahaha, this old dame used to brag about her family background, but now she’s acting all excited over a plane. Is this just part of her persona?]

Suddenly, one netizen spoke up.

[Wait, this plane looks like a Boeing 747-8 VIP.]
[What’s that? A new Boeing model?]
[Pfft, it’s just a plane!]

The netizen who spoke first immediately retorted.

[That is the top-tier business jet on this planet, a private jet. One of those costs 2.3 billion RMB!]

The entire live stream erupted. The audience, originally numbering just over a hundred, instantly surged to thousands.

Clips were being recorded one after another.

[Did you see that? Only a dozen or so people got off. Confirmed, it’s a private jet!]
[My goodness, I just bought a private car, and now people are playing with private jets? Can’t you wait for me?]
[Private car? Are there cars that aren't private?]
[Idiot, what about buses!]

[Wait for you? Based on your monthly salary of ten thousand, it would take you over 19,000 years to afford that plane.]

The comment section was instantly filled with laughter.

In the minds of the netizens, any tycoon who made a splash domestically was someone everyone knew, or at least, with the formidable investigative power of the internet, could be identified in minutes. Thus, everyone was naturally curious about what the truly wealthy looked like.

Little Piggy immediately seized the "traffic code," dragging things out to build anticipation before hunting for the exit. She was lucky this time. If it had been a small private jet, it wouldn't even have entered the main airport area. Yang Jie, however, was traveling in a large private jet, which perfectly facilitated a massive spike in a streamer's daily traffic.

When Yang Jie and his entourage appeared at the arrival gate, Little Piggy sprinted over and quickly raised her phone.

The appearance of Yang Jie’s party didn't just grab Little Piggy’s attention; it instantly captivated everyone nearby. There was no helping it—they were simply too eye-catching.

Leading the group was Yang Jie, standing over two meters tall and weighing over 380 pounds. He wore a tan casual outfit and sported an undercut, giving him a clean, sharp look that still exuded the aura of a high-powered boss.

Behind him followed a group of beautiful women of various styles and nationalities.

The comment section was already in chaos.

[Holy crap, which tycoon from the country is this? He’s so young!]
[That build? Is he a black bear spirit? Damn, I feel so much pressure just watching him walk over.]
[Hey, hey, hey, are you all missing the point? What’s so interesting about the man? Haven't you noticed he’s surrounded by so many women?]
[My god, that guy is at least two meters tall. The "big Western mare" next to him is almost as tall, and her figure looks like it’s about to explode.]
[Wait, next to that one is another, slightly shorter one. Is that... is that Sophia Farahani, one of the world's top thirty supermodels?]
[Wooo, I’m crying with envy. Rich people really travel with world-class supermodels.]
[Wow, they are all so beautiful, I’m dying of jealousy.]
[Wait, did you see the short one next to the "black bear spirit"? That looks like Yang Rongrong.]
[What? That’s Yang Rongrong? I heard she was kidnapped.]
[Brother, did you just get internet access? She was rescued by some big shot a long time ago.]
[Wait, do you think the big shot who saved Yang Rongrong could be this "black bear spirit"?]
[Holy cow, that’s a stretch.]

A female netizen boldly declared, [Everyone, within half an hour, I want all the information on this man.]

[Uh, actually, I like men too, but this guy is just too strong. I’m afraid my hemorrhoids would act up.]

It wasn't just Little Piggy live-streaming; many others were secretly taking photos. After all, the aura of Yang Jie's group was far too overwhelming.

But what no one expected was that this group, who seemed to have mastered the art of "presence," actually took out their own phones and started snapping pictures of the airport facilities.

No, wait!

They weren't taking pictures of the people in the airport; they were taking pictures of the airport itself.

Sophia gasped in astonishment, "My god, why does the airport in the Dragon Kingdom look like a spaceship? Yang Jie, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Yang Jie and Li Siyao exchanged glances, their eyes filled with equal shock and bewilderment. They had left the Dragon Kingdom a long time ago; back then, the country hadn't been this futuristic.

"Liars! We’ve been lied to!"

The moment she saw the Shanghai airport, Donna felt she had been deceived by the entertainment media in the "Great Beauty" (the West). In the media there, the Dragon Kingdom was portrayed as ignorant, backward, and unfree.

But from the moment they stepped off the plane, not just Donna, but almost all the members who hadn't visited the Dragon Kingdom before, subconsciously pulled out their phones to start filming.

Just as they were about to exit the airport, a team of police officers blocked their path.

"What’s the matter?" Yang Jie asked, somewhat puzzled.

Except for the officer in charge, the others looked at Yang Jie with extreme caution.

The lead officer swallowed hard, tilted his head up—it was his first time seeing a "black bear spirit"—and said, "Mr. Yang, we are the Shanghai police. We have a few protocols here that we hope you will sign."

Yang Jie looked over and saw a series of pledges and agreements. He couldn't help but twitch his mouth, asking the officer, "I’ve only just returned to the country. I shouldn't be treated like this, should I?"

The lead officer replied helplessly, "Everyone knows Mr. Yang’s background, and there is a significant difference between domestic and international environments. This is just a precaution."

Yang Jie nodded, distributed the agreements to the other five, and signed them in a flurry. As he handed them back, he asked casually, "Friend, what if we get bullied while in the country? Are we not allowed to fight back? I heard that fighting back counts as 'mutual assault' here?"

The lead officer was taken aback, not expecting such a question. He chuckled, "Well, we generally recommend running away and calling the police. If you truly cannot escape, then self-defense is allowed. However, given Mr. Yang's physique, I doubt anyone would be blind enough to come and bully you."