Chapter 117 A tiny pen nib, something the Eastern Kingdom can't make?

Inside the office, the air was hot and oppressive.

Li Jiajun stared intently at the text on his phone screen, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

Normally, if he saw such comments, he might just swipe past them, at most calling them an 'idiot' in his heart.

But today was different.

Just a few minutes ago, his one and only precious Twitter account, used to soothe his soul late at night, had been heartlessly banned by the people of Ugly Country. The reason was actually that he was some kind of 'sanctioned entity'.

Who did he provoke?

Selling an elderly joy got him labeled an Arms Dealer; selling a jump rope was called a technological blockade. Now, even his right to watch a Young lady dance had been stripped away!

With this belly full of pent-up rage and nowhere to vent, this Big V named 'Sober Human' had unfortunately stumbled right into his crosshairs.

[...Face it, our Eastern Country's precision processing capabilities are still very backward. To say nothing of anything else, just look at that tiny steel ball on the tip of a ballpoint pen; even now, we can't produce it and still need to rely on imports. This is the reality...]

Every single word of this text stabbed at Li Jiajun's already sensitive nerves.

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What era is this?

There are actually still people using things like 'ballpoint pen tips' to stir up trouble?

'Have these people's knees taken root? Can't they even stand up anymore?'

Li Jiajun thought to himself, getting angrier the more he thought about it, and wanting to laugh the angrier he got.

He clicked on the comments section, originally thinking there would be righteous Netizens refuting it, but instead, he saw a large number of echoing comments.

"The blogger is right, blind arrogance is undesirable."

"One has to admit, regarding craftsmanship, we still have to look at Hans Country and Foot Basin Chicken."

"Exactly, they can't even figure out how to make a ballpoint pen, yet they boast about aircraft carrier arresting cables. I think that's just for show."

With his peculiar train of thought, Li Jiajun automatically converted the arresting cable into a giant's jump rope.

Looking at these 'Kneeling Race' comments,

He felt his blood pressure soar directly to two hundred and eighty.

"Good, good, good! So that's how you want to play!"

He suddenly stood up from his chair and crushed the empty Coke bottle in his hand with a sharp crack.

"Since you think Eastern Country can't make it, since you think we're backward, then today, I'll let you see what 'Made in Eastern Country' means!"

At this moment, he was no longer just a toy factory director who only wanted to make money. He felt a fire burning in his chest—it was national self-esteem that had been suppressed for a long time, and anger toward this group of 'Kneeling Race'.

He grabbed the livestream stand and roughly clipped his phone onto it.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, changing the title!

“Eastern Country Can't Produce Ballpoint Pen Tips? Today the Streamer Will Hand-Craft One Live for You to See!”

Start the stream!

The moment the livestream room opened, countless Netizens flooded in.

A screen full of bullet comments instantly submerged the picture.

"Holy crap? A resurrection? Didn't the Main Streamer just end the stream a moment ago?"

"This title... such a heavy murderous aura! Who provoked our President Li?"

"Ballpoint pen tips? Isn't that the famous 'pearl on the industrial crown' (joke)?"

Li Jiajun's face, filled with fury, occupied the entire screen. He didn't have his usual playful grin; instead, he pointed at the camera, his voice low and powerful, carrying an irrepressible rage:

"family! Just now, I saw someone talking big nonsense online!"

"Saying our Eastern Country's industry is backward, that we can't even produce a tiny ballpoint pen steel ball! That we still need to rely on imports! Even saying the previous arresting cable was fake, just for show!"

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

"Sigh, there really are all kinds of birds in a big forest... Is this group of people still living in the Qing Dynasty and hasn't woken up yet? The braids were cut off a hundred years ago, so why are the braids in their hearts still there? Don't they feel heavy..."

This roast instantly ignited the livestream room.

"Well scolded! I saw that post too, it made me so angry!"

"But Streamer... that steel ball really is hard to make. I heard it requires a special ratio of trace elements and extremely high processing precision; it really has been monopolized by foreign countries for a long time."

There were also 'rational and objective' people who came out to pour cold water.

"Yeah, that's special steel, not an ordinary lump of iron. Streamer, you're a toy maker; although you can make elderly joy, this belongs to the pinnacle of materials science, doesn't it?"

At the same time, that Big V named 'Sober Human' also seemed to have caught wind of it, leading his fans into the livestream room.

"Yo, is this that hype-mongering internet celebrity? What's wrong? Did I hit a sore spot? Are you flying into a rage?"

"Is it that hard to admit the gap? If you can't do it, you can't do it. Can you refine steel with just your mouth?"

"If you can actually make it, I'll eat my keyboard on the spot!"

Looking at these sarcastic bullet comments, Li Jiajun laughed out of extreme anger.

"Eat the keyboard? Fine! You said it!"

He slammed the table and shouted at the camera: "Today, I'm putting the words right here!"

"I'm not just going to make it! I'm going to make the best! The roundest! The hardest steel ball in the world!"

"I'm going to make you guys who worship everything foreign open your eyes and see what 'Made in Eastern Country' means! See the strength of an Eastern Country toy factory!"

After speaking, he didn't waste any more words, directly picked up his phone, and strode out of the office.

"Big Hammer! Where the hell are you! Call the men for me!"

"Open up that abandoned steelmaking workshop in the back! Get your Uncle Wang and the others! Start work!"

A few minutes later.

In the backyard of the Li Family Toy Factory, in front of that old-fashioned red-brick factory building that was half-submerged in overgrown weeds.

Wang Defa, leading several Master Craftsmen and a bewildered Wang Dachui, was laboriously clearing the weeds and the rusty iron gate with shovels and brooms.

"Director... this... this has been abandoned for many years."

Wang Defa wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the dark entrance of the workshop, feeling speechless. "This was something the old director built back then to save money, wanting to refine some iron himself to make springs. Later it was stopped. I don't even know if it can still be used."

The Netizens in the livestream room, seeing this dilapidated scene through the lens, were also in an uproar.

"Just this?"

"This is the place the Streamer said he'd make special steel? Isn't this a scrap recycling station?"

"That 'Sober Human' is probably laughing his teeth off. Refining special steel with this thing? Isn't this more ridiculous than refining elixirs with a pressure cooker?"

"Streamer, how about we just forget it... don't force it, it's quite embarrassing."

Even the die-hard fans who had always supported Li Jiajun felt a bit unsure at this moment.

Li Jiajun, however, didn't care at all.

He stood before that old-fashioned electric arc furnace covered in dust, with the slogan 'In industry, learn from Daqing' still visible on its shell. He patted the thick furnace wall, kicking up a cloud of dust that made him cough twice.

"Cough, cough... What's there to be afraid of!"

He waved his hand and said with a face full of confidence: "What's wrong with old equipment? Old equipment has a soul! Besides, for steelmaking, the principles are all the same—it's nothing more than melting it down and then letting it solidify!"

"As long as one's thinking doesn't backslide, there are always more solutions than problems!"

Although he spoke toughly, he actually felt a bit hollow inside.

After all, he only knew how to make toys. Regarding heavy industry like steelmaking, he truly 'had six out of seven apertures open'—he didn't have a clue.

'I've already bragged about this. If I can't refine it, I'll lose face big time...'

He looked at the dark furnace mouth, muttering to himself in his heart.

'No, I have to find some reference materials to look at.'

Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of Netizens, Li Jiajun pulled out his spare phone—because his main phone was currently livestreaming.

"family, wait a moment. As the saying goes, sharpening your spear right before the battle makes it shine, even if it's not sharp."

"I'll find a tutorial online to learn first."

Saying that, he clicked on the search box of a video app.

His finger hovered over it, his brow furrowed as if he were thinking about what keywords to search for to instantly master the secret of refining special steel.