Chapter 123 asked me what I'd make next? Didn't you already order the food?

After Liu Jianguo hung up that phone call, less than a minute passed before a deafening roar of engines came from outside the factory gate.

Twenty military heavy-duty trucks, which had been waiting nearby in a standby state, drove into the courtyard of Li Family Toy Factory in a grand procession.

Squads of fully armed soldiers jumped off the vehicles. Their movements were capable and well-coordinated; clearly, they were so skilled at this "moving service" that it was heartbreaking.

"Uncle Liu... is this... premeditated?"

Li Jiajun watched the heaven-sent convoy, his mouth twitching, feeling speechless.

"So, before you even arrived, you had already prepared to empty out my place?"

Liu Jianguo glanced at him and said testily, "This is called being prepared! Dealing with a kid like you, if I don't bring enough trucks, I'm afraid I won't be able to fit all your surprises!"

At this moment, Professor Zhou's shrill cry had pushed the atmosphere on site to a climax.

The other few material science Experts who had been standing on the sidelines watching with restraint now abandoned all decorum and swarmed toward the pile of dark steel plates.

"Slow down! Everyone slow down! Don't bump the treasure!"

"Old Zhang, move aside! Let me touch it! This texture... is this the legendary memory metal?"

"Good heavens! This density, this crystal arrangement... this is God's masterpiece!"

A group of old professors with an average age of over sixty were now either lying on the steel plates, rubbing their faces against them, or using magnifying glasses to stroke every inch, letting out exaggerated exclamations. The scene didn't look like scientific research; it looked more like a group of foodies tasting a peerless delicacy.

Liu Jianguo watched this scene and waved his hand, pointing the soldiers who had finished lining up toward the pile of steel plates and the steel smelting furnace in the distance.

"Move quickly! Be careful! Don't damage it! Even if a little bit of debris falls off, that's a loss for the country!"

The soldiers immediately rushed up and began professional dismantling and packing.

Li Jiajun...

He stood there blankly once again, watching the volcanic eruption furnace he had worked so hard to modify being dismantled into parts and loaded onto trucks.

'Again?' he thought to himself.

'The first time it was the drone, the second time the stealth car, the third time the jump rope... and now you're even taking away my steel smelting furnace?'

'Are you bandits? I run a toy factory, not a blind box shop!'

Looking at the empty workshop, Li Jiajun's heart was bleeding.

"Uncle Liu... that furnace... I just finished modifying it..." He tried to make a final struggle.

"Don't worry! You won't be shortchanged!"

Liu Jianguo was in a great mood. He directly pulled a checkbook from his briefcase, scribbled a string of numbers, tore it off, and stuffed it into Li Jiajun's hand.

"This is the technology transfer fee, plus compensation for this market loss, and there will be a share of the profits later on."

Liu Jianguo patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Xiao Li, you have to understand the country's difficulties. Such good things, leaving them with you is a waste; only by handing them over to the country can they realize their greatest value!"

Li Jiajun looked down at the numbers on the check. Whoa! Such a long string of zeros!

His heart, which had been bleeding, instantly stopped bleeding and even started beating faster.

Although the factory had been emptied again, and although it needed to be renovated again, but... they really paid too much!

"Ahem... since the country needs it, I am duty-bound."

Li Jiajun stuffed the check into his pocket with lightning speed, a righteous smile appearing on his face, "Uncle Liu, rest assured, I have very high awareness!"

The Netizens in the live stream witnessed the whole scene, and the screen was flooded with comments again.

"Hahahaha! I knew it! This familiar script!"

"Main Streamer: I didn't want to hand it over either, but he paid too much."

"Congratulations to the Main Streamer for winning the honorary title of 'Unofficial Military Factory for the Nation'!"

"Uncle Liu's movements are too skilled; it seems he treats this place as his own logistics warehouse."

Everything settled down. The convoy, fully loaded with spoils of war, drove out of the factory in a grand procession.

Liu Jianguo stood at the factory gate, looking at Li Jiajun, who looked empty despite having made a profit, feeling somewhat conflicted.

This kid, although a troublemaker, every disaster he causes ends up becoming a blessing for the country. This constitution is simply a national treasure.

He reached out and patted Li Jiajun's shoulder heavily, his eyes filled with affection and a hint of sympathy.

"Xiao Li, don't look so bitter." Liu Jianguo sighed and comforted him, "You'll get used to it. It's not the first time anyway; the first time is awkward, the second time is easy."

Li Jiajun's mouth twitched, and he almost cried. What do you mean get used to it? What do you mean the first time is awkward, the second time is easy?

"Uncle Liu, the way you say that... do you still want there to be a next time?"

He activated his signature unintentional voice-over rant mode, muttering to the air: "Is it easy for me to run a factory? I get raided every three days. People who don't know might think I committed some heavenly crime. If this keeps going, my factory will sooner or later be turned into the nation's designated supply point."

Liu Jianguo listened to his ranting, not only not angry but amused instead.

He leaned in closer, lowered his voice, and looked at Li Jiajun with eyes full of anticipation, asking, "By the way, Xiao Li, since this furnace has been taken away and you've just cleared out..."

"What are you planning to build as your next new toy?" "Can you give your uncle a hint? So I can... ahem, help you vet it in advance?"

Hearing this, Li Jiajun felt his scalp tingle, and he felt terrible.

A pre-order? Is this guy directly starting to pre-order the next requisition quota? Are you ordering off a menu here?

"I... I haven't thought about it yet!" Li Jiajun backed away in fear, shaking his head like a rattle-drum, "Uncle Liu, take care! I won't see you out! I need to go into seclusion and reflect! I need to repent and mend my ways!"

Watching Liu Jianguo's convoy finally disappear at the end of his line of sight, Li Jiajun plopped down at the entrance of the empty workshop and let out a long sigh of relief.

Too dangerous. It was just too dangerous. He must never touch high-precision or advanced things again. Whether it flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or is held in the hand, as long as it has even a little bit of technological content, it ends up in the national warehouse.

"No! I must pivot! This time, I must completely pivot!"

Li Jiajun stood up, gritting his teeth, his eyes scanning the empty factory area, looking for absolutely safe inspiration.

In the factory area, there wasn't much. Only in one spot, a few rusty, old gas canisters were piled up, which the workers usually used for cooking.

Li Jiajun glanced at them and withdrew his gaze, not paying them any mind.