Chapter 121 Uncle Liu, I really didn't hide anything this time!

A few hours later.

Inside the factory director's office of the Li Family Toy Factory, the atmosphere remained gloomy.

Li Jiajun sat in his executive chair, with dozens of colorful letters spread out on the desk in front of him. The logos printed on those envelopes weren't exquisite stamps, but the cold, gold-embossed logos of world-renowned law firms.

They were joint lawyer's letters from several steel giants in Hans Country, Foot Basin Chicken, and even the Ugly Country.

The livestreaming phone camera was pointed right at all of this.

"family, it's so hard for me."

Li Jiajun picked up a lawyer's letter printed in German and waved it in front of the camera, his expression looking even more wronged than Dou E.

"You be the judge, is there no justice left?"

"Didn't I just smelt some steel balls? Didn't I just sell them a bit cheaper? How did that become disrupting the international trade order? How did it become malicious dumping?"

He became more agitated as he spoke, slamming the letter onto the desk.

"When they sold it for 110,000 per ton, that was craftsmanship and a technical premium. Now that I'm selling it for 50,000 per ton, it's dumping? It's low-price competition?"

"So, it's a case of 'the magistrates are allowed to set fires while the commoners aren't allowed to light lamps,' right? Do these foreigners think we Eastern Country people are easy targets?"

...

In the livestream's bullet chat, although the Netizens were shocked by the sight of dozens of lawyer's letters, most were just gloating.

"Main Streamer, don't cry, stand up and keep at it! This is just the beginning."

"It's just a lawyer's letter warning, not a subpoena. As long as you don't go abroad, what can they do to you?"

"But to be fair, the Streamer was indeed fierce this time. Crushing an entire industry with one furnace—that's a record you can brag about for a lifetime."

Li Jiajun looked at the bullet chat, feeling bitter inside.

'This time I really wanted to do business honestly, make some quick money, and slap that big influencer's face while I was at it. Who knew I'd overdo it and flip the whole table...'

Just as he was about to continue playing the victim to gain sympathy from the Netizens...

Bang!

The office door was pushed open from the outside.

There was no violence like before, involving explosives or kicking the door open. This time, the action of pushing the door was very light and restrained, even carrying a sense of exhaustion that said, "I'm tired, I don't want to make a scene."

Li Jiajun instinctively looked back.

He saw a group of people wearing white shirts and black trousers filing in with serious expressions.

The leader had gray hair, a thin face, and slight bags under his eyes, looking as if he had just pulled several all-nighters. At this moment, he was looking at Li Jiajun with an extremely complex gaze, like someone watching their own Husky that had finished half-destroying the house.

Liu Jianguo.

Seeing that familiar face, Li Jiajun froze for a full three seconds.

Immediately after, a massive sense of grievance, as if he had seen his biological parents, instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"Uncle Liu—!!!"

Li Jiajun let out a shrill howl, launched himself from the chair, and rushed over in a few quick steps.

"You've finally arrived!"

He grabbed Liu Jianguo's hand, gripping it tightly as his eyes instantly reddened. "Are you here to stand up for me? Those foreigners are going too far! Dozens of countries have teamed up to bully a small private business owner like me!"

Liu Jianguo's mouth twitched at this sudden burst of enthusiasm. He tried to pull his hand back, only to find the kid's grip was incredibly strong, like a pair of pincers.

"Let go! Let go! What is this behavior!"

Liu Jianguo scolded with a stern face, but there wasn't much anger in his tone, more of a sense of helplessness. "You're still livestreaming! Watch the impact!"

Li Jiajun sniffed, let go, and pointed at the pile of lawyer's letters on the desk, accusing:

"Uncle Liu, look! This is from Hans Country, this is from Foot Basin Chicken... They want to sue me for dumping! They want to fine me for unfair competition! They even want to freeze my accounts!"

"I'm being wronged! I really didn't do anything bad this time! I just wanted to smelt some steel balls to prove our Eastern Country can make them, and earn some pocket money along the way... Who knew they'd be so weak, breaking as soon as they're touched!"

Liu Jianguo looked at Li Jiajun's aggrieved appearance, I was speechless..

'Breaking as soon as they're touched? Was that just a touch? You ran over them with a steamroller, okay!'

He sighed and waved his hand, signaling the staff behind him to deal with the documents first.

Then, he turned his head and stared sharply at Li Jiajun, lowering his voice slightly:

"Alright, stop acting. I'm here to solve the problem, not to watch a play."

"Since I'm here, the country will naturally handle those international lawsuits for you. Now, speak honestly..."

Liu Jianguo's gaze became somewhat dangerous; it was a professional instinct honed over many years. "Besides these steel balls, did you... hide anything else this time?"

"Given your history... these steel balls... they wouldn't happen to be ammunition for some weapon of mass destruction, would they?"

Hearing this, Li Jiajun shook his head like a rattle.

"No! Absolutely not!"

He raised three fingers and swore to the heavens, his expression so sincere it was heartbreaking:

"Uncle Liu, I'm really not hiding anything this time! These things are just steel balls! I didn't use any black technology, I just... just used some centrifugal force and added some pressure to make them a bit rounder and harder!"

"If you don't believe me, you can let the Experts test them! Test them however you want!"

Liu Jianguo gave him a suspicious look and turned to an elderly man wearing thick glasses beside him.

That was Professor Zhou, a top domestic metallurgy Expert he had specifically invited from the Metal Research Institute.

When Professor Zhou came in just now, he had already picked up a few steel balls from Li Jiajun's desk to observe. Hearing Liu Jianguo's inquiry, he pushed up his glasses and shook his head with some confusion.

"Minister Liu... I've looked at them."

Professor Zhou picked up a steel ball and looked at it against the light, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment:

"These are indeed just very high-quality bearing steel balls. While the hardness and roundness have reached world-class levels, even exceeding Hans Country's standards, they... are just steel balls."

"As for the production process, although it uses a relatively novel idea like high-pressure centrifugation, it's not some irreplicable high-tech. As long as our domestic large steel plants are willing to invest in upgrading their equipment, they can do it too. It's just that before, no one thought it was necessary to put so much effort into making a ballpoint pen tip."

Professor Zhou's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Liu Jianguo's heart, which had been tense and ready for a surprise.

"Just steel balls?"

"Large factories can also make them?"

"No black technology?"

Liu Jianguo stared blankly at the steel ball in his hand, feeling a bit surreal.

It was like thinking you were defusing a complex time bomb, only to open it and find a regular alarm clock inside.

This huge sense of disparity left him momentarily unsure whether to be happy or disappointed.

The Netizens in the livestream also heard the Expert's appraisal, and the bullet chat instantly exploded.

"It's over, it's over! Official certification: just steel balls!"

"My youth is over! The Main Streamer actually didn't pull any stunts this time?"

"Disperse, everyone. It seems we won't need heart-saving pills this time. Uncle Liu made a trip for nothing."

"Although good quality steel balls also bring glory to the country, it feels like something is missing... I wanted to see the kind of thing that could give Uncle Liu a heart attack!"

Looking at the bullet chat, Li Jiajun felt even more wronged.

"See, Uncle Liu! Even the Netizens don't trust me! I'm being more honest than a pearl this time!"

He spread his hands with a helpless look. "I just wanted to start a civilian industry and earn some hard-earned money. Why is it so hard?"

Looking at him like that, Liu Jianguo finally let down most of his guard.

It seemed that this time, the kid really hadn't caused any trouble. This was purely a commercial dispute caused by overdoing it.

"Alright then."

Liu Jianguo said helplessly:

"Since there's nothing special, this will be handled as an ordinary trade dispute. The country will help you respond to the lawsuit—we'll litigate where necessary and negotiate where necessary. Don't stand there with a long face; you've made so much money, do you really care about these legal fees?"

After saying that, he straightened his collar and prepared to withdraw his team.

This was probably the easiest and most tedious operation he had conducted since handling Li Jiajun's incidents. No surprises, no scares, even a bit boring.

However.

Just at the moment Liu Jianguo turned to leave.

His extremely sharp sixth sense, trained over this period by that monster Li Jiajun, suddenly jumped without warning.

That feeling was like walking on a flat road and suddenly feeling the soil beneath your feet loosen, as if something were buried there.

Something's not right.

It's too smooth.

And too normal.

How could Li Jiajun, a kid who never played by the rules, be so normal this time?

If it was really just to make ballpoint pen tips, would he have made such a big scene? Built such a massive furnace?

Liu Jianguo's steps came to a sudden halt.

He slowly turned around, his eyes, which had seen countless people, scanning the office like radar.

Finally, his gaze passed through the crowd, bypassed the innocent-looking Li Jiajun, and landed precisely on a figure huddled in the corner, trying to lower his presence.

That was the manager of the Li Family Toy Factory, the "Big Smart One" who blabbed about everything, "betraying his own" at every critical moment to deliver a fatal blow—Wang Dachui.

At this moment, Wang Dachui was standing there with a notebook in hand, looking simple and honest.

After feeling Liu Jianguo's gaze, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Wait, what kind of look is that? Do you really think I, Wang Dachui, am a loudspeaker?