Chapter 116 Li Jiajun's Overseas Assets Frozen

A few days later.

On this day,

Looking at the long string of dizzying numbers in the mobile banking text message, Li Jiajun felt all the frustration of the past few days vanish into thin air.

Although the process was a bit twisted and he almost got extorted for ten million by that fat pig Smith in the middle, the result was beautiful.

Uncle Liu... oh no, the state, really knows how to do things right.

Not only did they take over the entire batch of "Giant Skipping Ropes," but to compensate for the "mental distress" of his cancelled orders, they also gave him a handsome technical cooperation fee. Now, the balance in the Li Family Toy Factory's account was so full it made him feel a bit uneasy.

—As for the matter of the aircraft carrier arresting cables later on, he pretended not to know; no, he really didn't know.

'This money... has to be spent.'

He thought to himself.

'If I don't spend it, what if some strange department targets me one day and says I'm illegally raising funds? Besides, I'm now a factory director with a significant net worth; I can't keep driving that nearly scrapped pickup truck everywhere, can I?'

As a nouveau riche with a simple view of consumption, Li Jiajun's first reaction was—to buy a car.

He had to buy a good car that suited his status and reflected his "safety first" design philosophy.

So, with a wave of his hand, he directly picked up the top-of-the-line domestic off-road vehicle—the Yangwang U8.

Looking at the domineering, tech-heavy new ride parked at the factory gate, Li Jiajun nodded with satisfaction.

"Now this is more like it."

He walked around the car twice, patted the thick door, and muttered to himself, "This car looks sturdy. It can float on water and even do a tank turn. This fits my civilian safety standards. Compared to my black tortoise, although its defense is a bit lacking, it's enough for driving in the city."

In high spirits, Li Jiajun decided to start a live stream for the first time in a long while to share this joy with the family who had always cared about him.

Incidentally, he also wanted to take this opportunity to promote his glorious image of "successfully transitioning to the civilian field" and completely wash away those previous rumors about being an "Arms Dealer."

He set up his phone, adjusted his hairstyle, and with the reserved, confident smile typical of a successful person on his face, he pressed the start broadcast button.

Live Stream Title: [Got a new car! Thanks for the support, family! Li Family Toy Factory is committed to creating the safest civilian products!]

Less than ten seconds after starting, the number of online viewers instantly surpassed one hundred thousand.

This popularity was more terrifying than that of a first-tier star.

After all, the name "Li Family Toy Factory" was now synonymous with traffic on the internet. This was a legendary existence that had just fought a battle with an Ugly Country Arms Dealer and knocked them down!

"family! Good afternoon!"

Li Jiajun waved at the camera, smiling so widely his eyes were nearly closed. "Long time no see, I've missed you all! I've been busy lately dealing with some... uh, minor disputes in international trade, and didn't have much time for everyone."

"But fortunately, justice may be late, but it will never be absent! The quality of our products is excellent and can withstand any test!"

He turned sideways and pointed to the new car behind him, a hint of pride in his tone:

"To celebrate the end of this storm and to thank everyone for your continued support, I, your Streamer, have rewarded myself with a little toy. Everyone, take a look, how is it? Is this car steady enough? Does it fit the temperament of our factory?"

He thought the bullet chat would be filled with auspicious words like "Congratulations, Main Streamer," "The boss is generous," or "Please send out red envelopes."

However, when he looked at the screen, the smile on his face gradually froze.

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The style of the bullet chat was completely different from what he had imagined.

"Congratulations, CEO Li! Best wishes, CEO Li! Is this the payment for the arms deal? I heard you really fleeced the Ugly Country guys this time?"

"Main Streamer, this car is nice, but compared to your 'elderly joy,' its defense is still a bit lacking! I suggest you modify it yourself and add reactive armor!"

"A warm welcome to Eastern Country's chief Arms Dealer for coming to the live stream to guide our work!"

"Streamer, can you tell us if the factory is hiring lately? I'm a retired special forces soldier, proficient in operating all kinds of light and heavy weapons. I don't want a salary, just food is fine. I just want to do big things with you!"

"The guy above, don't cut the line! I was here first! I can drive tanks! I want to sign up too!"

"Is this the legendary 'passive arms tycoon'? Love it, love it!"

Looking at the screen full of "Arms Dealer," "special forces," and "tanks," Li Jiajun felt his scalp go numb and his eyes twitching wildly.

"Stop, stop, stop! Hold it right there!"

He quickly leaned into the camera and dispelled the rumors with a serious face: "What Arms Dealer? Don't talk nonsense! Be careful or I'll sue you for slander! I'm a proper toy factory director! A private entrepreneur! A good citizen! A very good citizen!"

"And the one who wants to drive a tank, my family only has elderly joys, no tanks! You've come to the wrong place!"

But in the eyes of the Netizens, his explanation seemed more like a cover-up.

"We get it, we get it! We all understand! It's a 'toy'!"

"Right, right, right, the kind of 'toy' that can fly thousands of kilometers, can be stealthy, and can pull a truck apart!"

"Streamer, don't explain anymore. Explaining is just covering up, and covering up means it's definitely true. We're all on the same side, no need to be so cautious."

"Exactly, we want to be good citizens too, but our strength just doesn't allow it."

Li Jiajun looked at these stubborn bullet comments, feeling speechless and a tightness in his chest.

He took a deep breath, pointed at the camera, and started his signature voice-over rant mode, muttering to the air:

"Sigh, it's simply impossible to communicate... How are the Netizens of this generation so hard to lead? What's in their heads? Have they watched too many war movies?"

"I clearly just want to be an ordinary, harmless toy factory director, bringing warmth and happiness to children and the elderly. How did I become an arms boss in their eyes?"

"In this world, why is it so hard to be a good person? What a sin..."

His heartfelt rant didn't calm things down but instead pushed the joyful atmosphere of the live stream to a climax.

"Hahaha! The Main Streamer is getting anxious, he's getting anxious!"

"'Harmless'? When that word comes out of your mouth, why does it sound so creepy?"

Streamer: I just want to be a good person. Uncle Liu: No, you don't.

Uncle Liu: Stop talking, I'm going to run out of quick-acting heart-saving pills again.

Haha, Main Streamer, have you not seen the recent news?

Seeing "Uncle Liu" constantly scrolling through the bullet chat, Li Jiajun got even angrier.

Why is he everywhere?

Am I that close to him?

He's a leader! A chief! Although our private relationship is okay... no, that's called a friendship across generations!

But you can't keep mentioning him every day like this; it makes it seem like I'm under supervision.

"Fine, fine, I'm done talking with you guys."

Li Jiajun waved his hand with a look of utter despair. "It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but you guys make it sound like I'm going to a military tribunal tomorrow. No fun, no fun at all."

"Ending the stream! I'm going to walk around the factory to find some inspiration and see if I can develop some real civilian products that you absolutely can't find fault with!"

After saying that, he ignored the screen full of pleas to stay and directly cut the broadcast signal.

The phone screen went black.

Li Jiajun leaned back in his office chair, let out a long sigh, twisted open a bottle of ice-cold cola and took a big gulp, trying to suppress the fire in his heart.

Just then, his phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a system notification from the overseas social platform Twitter.

Li Jiajun was stunned for a moment.

He swiped the screen open in confusion.

[System Notification: Dear user, as your identity has been included in the Ugly Country Treasury's Office of Foreign Assets Control (OFAC) sanctions list (SDN List), your account is frozen effective immediately. You will be unable to access, post, or browse any content.]

"Pffft—"

Li Jiajun sprayed a mouthful of cola all over the screen.

He stared blankly at the notification, his eyes almost popping out.

Sanctions?

OFAC?

And freezing my overseas assets?

"I don't have any damn overseas assets!"

Li Jiajun couldn't help but roar, his voice trembling.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

He really did have an overseas asset—damn it—his Twitter account.

Then, he opened his X.

Sure enough, his Twitter account was actually freaking banned.

Motherf*cker.

This meant that from now on, he couldn't watch internet por—pah, no, internet celebrity Young ladies on X anymore.

"This was my only account for watching Young ladies dance! This counts as an overseas asset?! They even froze this?!"

After checking online, he figured out what was going on.

It must be because the Ugly Country side investigated him for a long time over the arresting cables—no, the Giant Skipping Ropes. In the end, they only found drones and elderly joys. But after a deep investigation, they found that Li Jiajun's factory seemed to be just an ordinary toy factory.

So, in a fit of incompetent rage, they put Li Jiajun's factory on the sanctions list again, and this time at a higher level, wanting to freeze his overseas assets.

What the hell.

"Are these Ugly Country guys sick?! Did I dig up their ancestral graves? Is it necessary to drive me to such a dead end?"

At this moment, Li Jiajun felt an unprecedented anger.

More angry than when the goods were returned.

More angry than being misunderstood by Netizens.

This was a crude violation of his private life and his spiritual sustenance!

"Good! Very good!"

Li Jiajun paced around the office in anger, his chest heaving violently.

He plopped back into his chair, filled with a surge of frustration, and opened a domestic social media app. He needed to find something to distract himself and see if he could find a place to vent and let off some steam.

However, perhaps the big data algorithm really had a grudge against him.

He had only swiped through a couple of videos when a hot post with a huge number of likes and a chaotic comment section jumped into his view.

It was a passage of text posted by a public intellectual influencer with the ID "Sober Human," the tone was sarcastic and filled with a nauseating sense of superiority:

[Don't be fooled by the recent so-called "breakthrough in arresting cable technology." Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that the gap in basic industry cannot be bridged by one or two accidental "miracle items." Admit it, our Eastern Country's precision machining capabilities are still very backward. For instance, we still can't produce the tiny steel ball on the tip of a ballpoint pen and need to rely on imports. This is the reality, and this is where we need to reflect. As for that toy factory, it's nothing more than hype used to divert attention.]