Chapter 11 Is Li Jiajun's father a business genius?

The next day, Li Jiajun was woken up by the noise coming from the factory.

He climbed out of the simple camp bed in his office, opened the curtains with bleary eyes, and looked out to see the entire factory area filled with a vibrant atmosphere he had never seen before.

In the yard, workers gathered in small groups, smoking and excitedly discussing something. They no longer had the gloomy and lifeless appearance of previous days; everyone had long-absent smiles on their faces, and their eyes sparkled with anticipation for the future.

Their discussions were nothing more than the wages and bonuses that had dropped from the sky last night, as well as that miraculous-sounding ten-million-dollar "art commission."

"Did you hear? Master Wang's group got nearly twenty thousand just in bonuses!"

"Good grief, how long has it been since our factory gave out bonuses? I almost forgot what they looked like."

"Little Factory Director Li is the one with real ability! He's only been in charge for a few days and he's already brought the factory back to life!"

"Exactly! They say a new official's first three fires are bright, but our director just threw a whole satchel charge!"

Listening to these discussions, Li Jiajun stretched, feeling his bones crackle all over. Last night, he had tossed and turned for half the night because he was too excited, but at this moment, he didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue.

A sense of satisfaction and responsibility like never before welled up in his heart.

'The five-million deposit is already in hand, and the remaining five-million balance won't be an issue. I need to plan how to use this money properly.'

He walked to the sink, washed his face with cold water, and grinned at the young man in the mirror who had slightly dark circles under his eyes but was full of energy.

'My dear brother's money must be spent where it counts!'

Having made up his mind, he didn't go to the workshop. Instead, he went to the desk where he had kicked off a piece of wood, skillfully turned on the old clunker of a computer, and started the livestream again.

This time, he specifically changed the title of the livestream room.

《Little Factory Director Li—Thanks to the Top Supporter for the artistic sponsorship; today's stream is about spending money!》

As soon as the livestream opened, the few Netizens who had witnessed the miracle yesterday immediately flooded in. When they saw the title, everyone froze for a moment, and then the bullet chat began to scroll frantically.

"Holy crap! Am I seeing this right? Did the Streamer actually get the money?"

"Spending money? Streamer, you're going to stream yourself spending money? Have some humanity! I had instant noodles for dinner last night! Are you trying to provoke me by spending money on stream today?"

"The Streamer probably photoshopped it, right? Who would be such a sucker to actually give that much money?"

Looking at these skeptical bullet chats, Li Jiajun opened his mobile banking app with practiced ease and pointed the phone screen at the camera. He "thoughtfully" covered the specific account balance with his finger, only showing the five one-million-yuan transfer records from yesterday.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, reflecting the glow of money off those rows of eye-catching "1,000,000.00" figures.

The livestream room instantly fell into a deathly silence.

It took a full five seconds before the bullet chat erupted like a volcanic eruption.

"Holy sh*t!!!!!!"

"It's real! Those are really one-million-yuan transfer records! Remittances!"

"I counted, five in total! That's five million! My god! I've never seen so much money in my life!"

"Top Supporter... no, Top Daddy! Do you need a son? I'm twenty, just graduated, and I can even act cute!"

"Go away, you damn sissy."

"Streamer, give me the big brother's contact info, and I'll perform a handstand hair wash for you! I can even do a backflip!"

"Waaaah, I'm broken, completely broken! I work myself to death for a few thousand a month, and you made five million in one day, Streamer!"

Seeing the wailing and howling in the bullet chat, a satisfied smile appeared on Li Jiajun's face. He pulled back his phone and cleared his throat, preparing to start today's main topic.

While opening various industrial equipment websites, he also switched into his signature, unconscious "narrator" mode.

"Sigh, the public's doubts are always so similar and tedious," he muttered to himself. "They can't understand the value of art, let alone imagine the power of money."

He paused, clicked on a German machine tool website with his mouse, and continued to ramble, "Of course, I can't blame them. After all, their monthly salary is probably only enough for me to buy a better set of motors for this drone. Sigh, forget it, they wouldn't understand even if I told them."

His self-muttering was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone in the livestream room.

The bullet chat froze again.

If seeing the five-million-yuan transfer records earlier was a shock, then now, it was a breakdown—a collective total breakdown!

“???????”

"That's enough! Main Streamer! How can you read out your inner monologue again!"

"Adding insult to injury! You're really rubbing it in, Main Streamer!"

"I'm crying. I've lived for over twenty years, and this is the first time someone has so honestly told me to my face, in front of so many people, that I'm a broke loser!"

"I'm reporting this! The Streamer is providing his own narration! This is a violation!"

"To prove I'm not broke, I've decided to tip the Main Streamer a free lollipop! See, Main Streamer, look how rich I am!"

"Stop tipping, person above! Don't let him look down on us poor people! Let's crowdfund to smash his microphone!"

Li Jiajun completely ignored the wailing of the "broke" Netizens in the livestream room; he was already fully immersed in the joy of shopping.

His eyes scanned the screen rapidly while he continued to mutter under his breath.

"Hmm... a Five-axis simultaneous machining center from Germany's Trumpf Group. The precision can reach 0.001 mm, perfect for processing that streamlined shell I designed. Not bad, not bad, though the price is a bit steep—over two million for one machine... But, for art, and to live up to my dear brother's trust, it's worth it! Add to cart!"

With a click of the mouse, that top-tier machine tool was added to his procurement list with nonchalant ease.

Some Netizens in the livestream were already clutching their hearts.

"Let's look at 3D printers. To print carbon fiber composite materials, ordinary consumer-grade ones definitely won't work—not enough strength and prone to deformation. I need an industrial-grade SLS laser sintering printer... Oh, this one is good, from Ugly Country's 3D Systems. It can print metal and high-strength composite materials, specifically for the internal skeleton structure of the drone. One point eight million. Bought!"

"And a High-precision laser cutting machine for cutting carbon fiber sheets. This also needs to be imported; I'll go with Bystronic from Switzerland. Over seven hundred thousand, not bad."

"An Automatic SMT machine for producing flight control motherboards. A domestic one will do for this; Huawei's technology is very mature now. Let's get a top-of-the-line set, over three hundred thousand."

"Ultrasonic welding machine... High and low temperature cycling test chamber... Dynamic balancer... yeah, let's get top-tier sets for all of them."

He was like someone buying cabbage at a supermarket, adding pieces of equipment representing the pinnacle of modern industry to his procurement list. Every click of the mouse meant hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan were being allocated.

The Netizens in the livestream had gone from being broken to feeling numb.

"I'm numb, completely numb. I used to think Streamers who went on shopping sprees during Double Eleven were crazy enough, but compared to the Main Streamer, they're practically thrifty."

"Can someone tell me what all these axes and lasers are for? I don't understand any of it. I only see money burning."

"Don't ask; if you must ask, it's art! The Main Streamer said this is a sacrifice for art! Can an artist's money be called money? That's called creative funding!"

"I've noticed a pattern. Why is all the equipment the Main Streamer is buying from abroad? Support domestic products!"

Li Jiajun was browsing enthusiastically when he saw this bullet chat and blurted out without thinking, "It's not that I don't want to support domestic products, but in some fields, there really is a gap. For example, the control system for this five-axis simultaneous machining—their algorithms are just more stable, and the surfaces they process are smoother. Of course, this isn't something that can be caught up with in a day or two; it requires time and technical accumulation..."

He stopped halfway through.

"Wait, why am I explaining this to them?"

"They wouldn't understand anyway."

He shook his head and continued browsing the pages.

The Netizens were already used to his style of stopping mid-sentence, and they started spamming "The Main Streamer is at it again" and "Got it, he's looking down on us again."

Li Jiajun looked at the procurement list he had drawn up, which totaled nearly five million yuan, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Hmm, that's about it. The deposit is almost gone, and the balance hasn't arrived yet. I need to spend sparingly; I still have to pay wages and stuff," he muttered to himself again.

The Netizens who heard this almost spat a mouthful of blood at their screens.

"You call this spending sparingly?! Millions of yuan! Gone in five minutes!"

"Streamer, please, have some humanity! I'm looking at the cornbread in my hand now, and it doesn't taste good at all anymore!"

As the saying goes, like father, like son. His late father had also been a big spender when he was alive, yet his father had managed to keep the factory running for so long.

So from that perspective, his father could be considered a management genius. It's just like how if Willber Pan eats so many carbs that he gets as round as a ball but can still lose weight quickly, then he must have a constitution that's naturally prone to being thin.

Li Jiajun ignored the wailing, submitted the order, stretched, and gave a bright smile to the camera.

"Alright, family. My dear brother's money has been successfully spent where it counts. Next, we just wait for these things to arrive."

"Our Li Family Toy Factory's 'Upgrade and Overhaul' plan is officially launched!"