Chapter 135 Yet Again

Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the workshop, illuminating the entire office in a golden glow.

Since taking over the factory, I have experienced drones, stealth strollers, elderly joy, and that jump rope that almost triggered a trade war... Although the process was a bit thrilling, I have to say, the "technology transfer fees" and "consulting fees" given by the state were truly generous.

After these few passive collaborations, Li Jiajun's pockets had long since become ridiculously full.

Now, the Li Family Toy Factory has enough liquidity on its books to make people nervous, and it is a force to be reckoned with in the local business community.

Li Jiajun sat in that expensive imported ergonomic chair, looking at the deposit notification SMS on his mobile banking app that he had already seen.

【Your account ending in 8888 received a deposit of 50,000,000.00 RMB at 14:30.】

Fifty million.

This was naturally what he had earned from Buyer ID earlier, and of course, taxes still had to be paid on this money.

"Whew..."

Li Jiajun let out a long sigh of relief, a look of gratified satisfaction on his face, like an old father watching his child finally succeed.

'Money doesn't really matter; anyway, I'm not short on money now.'

This thought emerged in his mind.

'But this fifty million is different! This is my first pot of gold in transitioning to the civilian sector! This is the market's recognition of my absolute safety philosophy! This money was earned honestly and cleanly!'

In a great mood, he skillfully set up his phone and started the live stream.

Now, he live-streamed purely to gain mental pleasure through showing off, and by the way, to maintain his persona as a private entrepreneur.

The live stream title was simple and straightforward: 【Earned a small fifty million, collecting spending plans online! Going to build a building for the employees today!】

As soon as the stream started, the popularity of the live room instantly shot up to over one hundred thousand. After all, Factory Director Li now had a built-in traffic magnet; even if he were live-streaming himself counting money, people would probably watch.

"family! Good afternoon!"

Li Jiajun waved at the camera and said spiritedly, "Those who have watched my live stream already know; for the Netizens who haven't watched my live stream, I'll tell everyone some good news! Our jia an no. 1 super safe gas canisters, although slightly cold in the retail sector, have achieved a major breakthrough in the collective sales sector!"

"A big customer with great vision and a strong sense of safety has bought out all our inventory in one go!"

He pointed to the deposit screenshot on the screen, his tone indifferent, as if it weren't fifty million, but fifty yuan:

"It's just fifty million. For me now, this money is just pocket money; after all, the previous few... ahem, the previous few successful business collaborations have already allowed me to achieve financial freedom."

The live stream chat flooded instantly.

"？？？？？"

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"Listen! Is this human language?"

"I already saw it when I watched the live stream before; are you showing off again?"

"Main Streamer, you've gotten arrogant! You've really gotten arrogant! Before, you would dance when you earned five million, and now fifty million is just pocket money?"

"Evil capitalist! Hurry up and share some money with me!"

"Whose gas canisters can sell for fifty million? Did you sell these to aliens?"

Li Jiajun looked at the envious, jealous, and hateful comments, his mouth twitching, and he subconsciously activated his signature voice-over rant mode, muttering to the air:

"This generation of Netizens is truly hopeless... their perspective is too small. They have no idea what my net worth is now. I haven't even figured out how to spend the money the state gave me last time, and now another fifty million comes in. Money is just a number when you have too much of it; it's only painful when you can't spend it. That customer called Buyer ID is the same; they paid too readily, there's no sense of accomplishment at all..."

After ranting, he cleared his throat and continued to speak to the camera:

"To give back to the employees, and to solve my worry of having money with nowhere to spend it, I've decided!"

He waved his hand and pointed at the row of dilapidated red brick houses outside the window:

"I'm going to use this money to give our factory a major upgrade!"

"First, tear down that drafty employee dormitory! Build a new one! Build that kind of high-end apartment building with elevators, private bathrooms, and a smart home system for the whole house! Let our skilled workers also experience what a high-tech life is!"

"Secondly, that dry toilet in our factory should have retired long ago! I'm going to build the most luxurious toilet in all of Baishui City, or even the whole province!"

Speaking of this, he seemed to fall into a beautiful vision, his eyes unfocused, and he again subconsciously muttered his internal monologue:

"Yes, that's it... these days, to see if a factory has strength, you don't look at the workshop, you look at the toilet. I'm going to build the toilet like a palace, with solid gold toilets... ahem, gold-plated! Use imported marble for all the tiles! And install central air conditioning and a fresh air system!"

"In the future, when Uncle Liu... ahem, when leaders come to inspect, they won't even be embarrassed to pee in the toilet; they'll have to take off their shoes first. When the time comes, I'll hang a sign at the door: 'Five-Star Restroom Experience Center', hey, this prestige will instantly go up..."

The Netizens in the live room were laughing like crazy.

"Hahahaha! What the hell is a five-star toilet!"

"Main Streamer, can your ambitions be any grander? You have money just to build a toilet?"

"Uncle Liu: I thank you, for specially building a toilet for me. I'm afraid I won't be able to pee inside."

"Although, I think this flag was set a bit early. Usually, when Main Streamer says he's going to spend money, that money never stays."

Just as the live room was filled with a happy atmosphere, and Li Jiajun was still imagining his "golden toilet" blueprint.

Bang!

The office door was suddenly slammed open from the outside.

The movement was so loud that it even made the "Model for Supporting the Military" banner hanging on the wall shake three times.

Li Jiajun was startled, and the teacup in his hand almost flew out.

He frowned and turned around, just about to scold, but saw the gatekeeper, Old Zhang, scrambling in.

Old Zhang's security cap was crooked, his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and his eyes were filled with the terror of the sky falling.

"Factory... Factory Director! It's bad!"

Old Zhang panted heavily, pointing outside, and stammered, "Something... something big happened!"

"What are you panicking about?"

Li Jiajun calmly adjusted his collar, thinking that he was now a wealthy big boss, and must remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

"Speak slowly, did the tax bureau come? Or did the fire brigade come? We have all the paperwork, what are you afraid of?"

"No... no..."

Old Zhang swallowed his saliva and roared with a crying tone:

"It's that group of people! It's that group of people again! They're here again!"

"Who?" Li Jiajun was stunned for a moment.

Before he could react.

A burst of uniform, heavy, and powerful footsteps had already come from the corridor.

The sound of leather boots stepping on the floor carried a unique sense of oppression, with each step feeling like it was stomping on one's heartbeat.

The smile on Li Jiajun's face instantly froze.

This sound... he was too familiar with it.

That was the prelude to the previous times he was requisitioned!

The next second.

A group of people wearing dark Zhongshan suits, with serious expressions, and exuding an aura of "strangers stay away," filed in.

The leader was none other than that old acquaintance whom he both loved and hated, and would recognize even if he were turned to ashes—Liu Jianguo.

But today's Liu Jianguo was not quite the same as usual.

Before, when he came, it was either with the excitement of discovering talent, or with the helplessness of this kid having caused trouble again.

But today...

Liu Jianguo's face was pale, his eyes hollow, his whole person seemed to have been drained of his energy, like a walking corpse that had just returned from the underworld.

That aura of despair greater than death made Li Jiajun feel his scalp tingle just looking at him.

And this time, following behind Liu Jianguo, there was also a group of Experts.

"Uncle... Uncle Liu?"

Li Jiajun stood up subconsciously, his voice trembling, "You... what's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well? Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

Liu Jianguo did not speak.

He just slowly lifted his eyelids and looked at Li Jiajun with those emotionless eyes.

Then, he walked straight to the desk.

No pleasantries.

No small talk.

Slap!

He raised his hand and slammed a printed high-definition photo onto Li Jiajun's desk.

On the photo was a Gobi desert full of exotic flair.

And in the center of the picture was the wreckage of a metal canister that had been blown somewhat out of shape, but could still be identified by its round shape.

The surface of the wreckage was covered with smoke and fire marks, as well as several shocking bullet holes.

But on the side of the canister, in the area that was not completely destroyed, a clear steel stamp was visible.

It was a cute cartoon bear head icon.

And below the bear icon was a line of square Chinese characters:

【Li Family Toy Factory — jia an no. 1】

Li Jiajun stared blankly at this photo.

He looked again at Liu Jianguo's face, which was uglier than a dead person's.

His brain went "buzz" and became blank.

A thought instantly rushed into his mind, making him feel cold all over.

'It's over...'

'Something happened again...'

'This time it seems... bigger than the previous few times...'

At the same time, the live-streaming phone that had been on was walked up to by a man in black, who expressionlessly pressed the power-off button.

The screen instantly went black.

In the live room.

The hundreds of thousands of Netizens who were originally laughing and mocking the Streamer for wanting to build a gold toilet were all dumbfounded as they watched the screen suddenly go black.

"？？？？？"

"What the hell? What's going on?"

"Black screen again? How many times has this been?"

"That person just now was Uncle Liu, right? I think I saw Uncle Liu! But why did his face look so scary?"

"It's over, it's over, Main Streamer is in trouble again! This time he didn't even have time to leave a last word!"

"Quick! Go search for news! Something big must have happened!"

A few minutes later.

When Netizens found the news about "Middle East region suffering a mysterious heavy firepower attack" on major news websites and foreign social media, as well as the photo of the "gas canister rocket" exposed by war correspondents.

The entire internet exploded.

"Holy crap!!!"

"gas canisters?! Really gas canisters?!"

"With a cannon barrel! It really has a cannon barrel!"

"I knew it! I knew Main Streamer's absolute safety was a flag! What the hell jia an no. 1, this is clearly family disaster no. 1!"

"Using gas canisters as missiles? What kind of brain-hole is this? Main Streamer, you still say you're not an Arms Dealer?!"

"Uncle Liu: I am too hard, I am really too hard..."