Chapter 125 The Safest Gas Cylinder

As the phone screen lit up, the image in the live stream instantly went from pitch black to clear.

Li Jiajun's iconic handsome face appeared in front of the camera.

Although the factory in the background looked somewhat empty and desolate, the expression on his face was full of confidence, even carrying a sacred sense of a prodigal returning.

"family! Good afternoon!"

Li Jiajun waved at the camera, his voice loud and clear, "I know that recently, everyone has had a deep misunderstanding of me. Some say I am an Arms Dealer, and some say I am a warmonger. Here, I want to solemnly clarify—"

He paused, adjusted his collar, and said with a righteous face, "Those are all rumors! It is slander! I, Li Jiajun, from beginning to end, have always been a law-abiding private entrepreneur dedicated to bringing happiness and convenience to the masses!"

Because of the previous hype, the popularity of the live stream instantly soared to over one hundred thousand.

The barrage of comments floated by densely, but this generation of Netizens was clearly not so easy to fool.

"I don't believe a word you say! You old rascal, you're up to no good!"

"Main Streamer, just confess. Which country's warlord placed an order this time?"

"Uncle Liu: I'll just watch you make things up quietly."

Li Jiajun's eye twitched, and he pretended not to see these comments that were tearing him down.

He cleared his throat, turned to the side, and like an artist about to reveal a world-shaking masterpiece, he waved his hand, "Big Hammer! Show your talent! No, bring out the product!"

Standing to the side, Wang Dachui, with a solemn face, held a rusty, oily blue gas canister as if he were holding a family heirloom, and walked over, placing it heavily on the table in front of the camera.

"Clang!" A muffled sound.

The air in the live stream seemed to freeze for a second.

Immediately after, the screen was flooded with question marks like a tsunami.

"？？？？？"

"？？？？"

"What is this? A gas canister? Did I see that right?"

"Streamer, are you crazy? You call this a new product?"

"Is this the surprise you were talking about? I even took off my pants, and you show me this?"

Li Jiajun looked calm, even wearing an expression of disappointment, pointing at the gas canister, he said, "Superficial! family, you are too superficial!"

"Do you remember what I said last time when I made the elderly joy? I said I wanted to enter the adult toy field! At that time, you all said I wasn't serious, but what happened? Isn't the elderly joy a big toy for adults?"

Although subsequent developments exceeded his expectations, you have to admit, wasn't that Punk Elder having a blast?

He patted the iron canister, making a thumping sound, his tone coaxing, "The same logic applies! What I am building this time is still part of the adult toy series!"

"Is cooking not a game for adults? Is the kitchen not an adult's playground? So, this gas canister, as the core energy pack for kitchen games, how can it not be considered an adult toy?"

This twisted logic was simply the remark of a genius, directly silencing the Netizens in the live stream.

Speechless. Truly speechless.

They had seen people who were stubborn, but never this stubborn.

Calling a gas canister a toy—this train of thought was truly one of a kind.

"What kind of 'energy pack' is that! Main Streamer, do you have some misunderstanding of the word 'toy'?"

"Who just holds a gas canister for fun? Do you have too much life to live?"

"I could barely accept the elderly joy as a toy last time, but this gas canister? I don't accept it as a toy!"

"If this thing is a toy, then are grenades just firecrackers?"

Li Jiajun looked at the barrage, coughed lightly, and pretended not to see these questions.

"It seems everyone has a lot of confidence in me?"

His expression became serious, and he raised a finger, "I'll put it this way: I, Li Jiajun, have only one goal—absolute safety!"

"I want to create a gas canister that won't explode no matter how you drop it, smash it, or even throw it into a fire! I want to make it the most reliable family heirloom for every household!"

These bold words did not earn the applause of the Netizens; instead, they triggered a new round of ridicule.

"Won't explode in a fire? Main Streamer, are you telling a sci-fi story?"

"Still pretending not to see our comments."

"Hey, what kind of toy is this gas canister?"

"Are we supposed to buy it to use as a firecracker?"

"Haha, this is too criminal, right?"

"I bet a pack of spicy strips that this gas canister ends up being used as a cannonball!"

Facing the mockery, Li Jiajun looked calm, pointing at the comment about him being 'criminal', he said, "See? You keep saying I'm criminal, but you're the ones who are criminal. I'm doing this for the safety of thousands of households; it's a good deed. How did it get linked to cannonballs?"

The Netizens were instantly amused.

"Alright, you finally saw our comments. Didn't you pretend not to see them just now?"

"Let's disperse, let's disperse. The Streamer has turned over a new leaf; there's no fun to watch."

"I bet a pack of spicy strips that this gas canister ends up being used as a cannonball!"

Just then, an extremely eye-catching comment, carrying a kind of wisdom that saw through everything, floated by slowly, "Streamer, stop pretending. The last 'absolutely safe' elderly joy is now being used as a tank in Sanbianpo. This 'absolutely safe' gas canister of yours... wouldn't it be prepared for export to Middle East to be used as a cannonball? Does it come with a cannon barrel?"

As soon as this comment appeared, it instantly ignited the entire room.

"Hahahaha! Does it come with a cannon barrel? The person above got to the truth!"

"I knew it looked familiar! This shape, this material, it's practically a natural-born cannonball!"

"Uncle Liu: The quick-acting heart-saving pills I just put down, it seems I have to pick them up again."

Meanwhile. Far away in the Middle East region.

In a hidden underground bunker, under dim, yellowish light, Hassan was sitting cross-legged on a carpet.

He had that iconic A White Cloth on the Head wrapped around his head, and was holding a smartphone with a cracked screen, watching this live stream from the Eastern Country.

Although the network signal was intermittent and the video was lagging, he watched with great interest.

When he saw that young man from the Eastern Country pointing at the round iron canister, swearing that it "won't explode even if thrown into a fire," Hassan's eyes narrowed.

"Absolute safety... won't explode even if thrown into a fire..." He repeated this sentence in stiff Chinese.

He rubbed the stubble on his chin, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Li Jiajun did not know that Hassan was watching his live stream.

At this moment, looking at the screen full of "cannonballs," "cannon barrels," "Middle East," and even people mentioning Hassan, he felt his blood pressure rising exponentially.

He took a deep breath, feeling a headache coming on.

He was clearly sincerely wanting to do a livelihood project, wanting to benefit the masses, so why was it that in the eyes of these people, it was all about killing and arson?

"What a sin..." Li Jiajun covered his forehead, subconsciously turning on his iconic voice-over rant mode, muttering to the air:

"Sigh, this generation of Netizens is really hard to lead; there is no trust at all! I just want to be a good person, why is it so hard? What is in everyone's brain? Is there nothing else besides fighting? Everything they see looks like a weapon, everything looks like military supplies."

"I'm just a toy seller, who did I offend? I don't even have a cannon barrel, what kind of 'comes with a cannon barrel'... Can I just weld a steel pipe onto it? If these people used their imagination for the right path, the Eastern Country would have already unified the galaxy..."

His rant, oblivious to the surroundings, was clearly transmitted to the ears of every viewer.

The Netizens instantly exploded.

"Damn! Main Streamer, you said your inner thoughts out loud!"

"Can you rant about us behind our backs? Don't I have any face?"

"Hahahaha! Official rants are the deadliest!"

The more Li Jiajun spoke, the angrier he got, and a sense of defiance surged up.

Fine! You don't believe me, right? You say this is a cannonball, right? Then I will definitely build a gas canister that you can't find any fault with, one that is pervertedly safe, just to show you!

"Everyone shut up!" Li Jiajun slammed the table, making the old, discarded gas canister jump.

He pointed at the camera, his eyes fierce, but his tone was incredibly firm, "You bunch of haters! Watch closely!"

"From today on, I am going to lock horns with this canister!"

"Not only will I build it! I will build the hardest, strongest, most perverted canister in the world! I will make it so that even anti-tank mines can't blow it up! I will make it a miracle in industrial history!"

"By then, let's see what else you have to say!"

After speaking, he didn't care about the mockery in the barrage like "The Streamer is anxious" or "He set another Flag," and directly cut off the live stream.

The screen went black.

Li Jiajun panted, staring fixedly at the rusty gas canister on the table.

"Not even anti-tank mines can blow it up..." He muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming fanatical.

"You forced me to do this."

"Then let's start with... how to make this thing harder than tank armor!"