Chapter 14 is now time to show off!

Following that series of instructions from Li Jiajun that could only be described as insane, the entire workshop of the Li Family Toy Factory fell into a bizarre state of bustling activity.

Although the Old Workers were full of doubts, out of a strange trust in their new factory manager and gratitude for the heavy wages and bonuses they had just received, they eventually gritted their teeth, picked up their tools, and began to "ruthlessly slaughter" those brand-new, precious machines whose names they couldn't even fully recite.

"Zzzzt—"

Blinding sparks from electric welding lit up a corner of the workshop. An experienced Master Craftsman welder was following Li Jiajun's instructions, cautiously welding a track—stripped from an industrial-grade 3D printer and covered in precision sensors—onto the feed inlet of an automatic pick-and-place machine. With every weld, his heart twitched. This track was meant for conveying printed models, while the pick-and-place machine was for mounting circuit boards. He truly couldn't understand why these two completely unrelated things were being forced together.

"Clang! Clang!"

On the other side, Wang Defa was leading several young, strong apprentices, using wrenches and crowbars to laboriously dismantle the base of that Swiss-imported laser cutting machine. This machine was worth over seven hundred thousand yuan and had been as steady as Mount Tai when it arrived, but now they were forced to strip it into parts and mount the whole thing onto a conveyor belt track suspended in mid-air. As Wang Defa twisted the bolts, his face contorted in pain; he felt like he wasn't engaged in production, but committing a crime.

The most exaggerated part was that German Five-axis Machining Center worth over two million yuan. The workers used hydraulic jacks and guide rails, huffing and puffing as they shifted this behemoth inch by inch toward the left side of the workshop according to Li Jiajun's requirements. Their cautious manner was more attentive than if they were serving their own ancestors.

The entire workshop was filled with flying sparks, roaring noise, and total chaos.

One brand-new machine after another, originally full of modern industrial beauty, was dismantled into pieces and then forcibly "stitched" together in an extremely bizarre way that ordinary people simply could not comprehend.

This scene, which could be called "violent aesthetics," was clearly displayed before all the online Netizens through the live stream camera.

The live stream room went completely crazy.

In particular, a few viewers who knew the industry were beating their chests and stamping their feet, feeling as if their hearts were bleeding.

"What a waste of God's gifts! That's a Five-axis Machining Center from the German Trumpf Group! A jewel in the industrial crown! Streamer, you're actually moving it around like building blocks?"

"I'm going crazy! I'm really going crazy! He welded the track of an SLS Laser Sintering Printer onto an SMT Pick-and-Place Machine! Is this something a human would do? What does he want? To print a circuit board that can run on its own?"

"It's over, it's all over. The Streamer is definitely insane, assessment complete! These millions of dollars worth of equipment are completely ruined in his hands!"

"Where's the Top Supporter? Run! Take a train and flee the Eastern Country overnight! Your five million yuan deposit just bought a pile of scrap metal!"

"I feel like the Top Supporter is currently on his way with a knife. Everyone, guess how many pieces the Main Streamer will be chopped into?"

"Stop it, I'm already starting to feel the pain. Even though it's not my money, it hurts to watch! That's all money!"

Facing the bullet chat in the live stream, Li Jiajun seemed completely unconcerned.

He was holding a tablet, standing in the center of the workshop, constantly directing the workers to perform final wiring connections and debugging according to that perfect blueprint of a "Modular Flexible Production System" in his mind.

He occasionally glanced at the bullet chat, saw the comments like "insane" and "prodigal son," and merely curled his lip. Then, that familiar "narration" mode, which seemed to come with its own reverb, unconsciously started up again.

His tone carried a hint of compassion for the world and a sense of worldly weariness, as if he were the only sober man in a drunken crowd, as he muttered to the air:

"Look, ignorant humans are once again using their meager imagination to speculate about the grand blueprint of an artist like myself in the industrial field."

While directing a worker to plug two differently colored data cables into a controller, he continued to drone on, his words shifting directly into an aria: "They have no idea that destruction is merely for the sake of rebirth. This seemingly crude destruction before their eyes is actually the prelude to a magnificent industrial symphony that is about to play. And I am the sole conductor of this symphony."

He shook his head and sighed, summarizing in a tone that suggested he had seen through everything: "Alas, mortals are mortals after all. Expecting them to understand my art is indeed asking a bit too much."

This narration struck the fragile hearts of every Netizen in the live stream.

"Holy crap! Here it comes again! It's here again! This damn narration! I feel like my IQ is being pinned to the ground and rubbed repeatedly!"

"Industrial symphony? Conductor? Please, act like a human! I only see a lunatic doing demolition!"

"Mortals... He actually called us mortals! Brothers, I can't take this anymore! I'm going to download an anti-fraud app right now and report him!"

"Hahaha, he's posing so hard, posing so hard! But why do I damn well love watching it! I just love the Main Streamer's transcendent attitude of 'you're all trash, but I'm too lazy to explain to you'!"

"Person above, you're not alone! I've already been PUA'd by the Main Streamer! The more he says we're useless, the more I think he's amazing!"

Amidst the joyful "denunciations" of the Netizens and the skeptical busywork of the workers, time passed minute by minute.

A day and a night later.

When the last signal line was connected and the last screw was tightened.

Those originally independent, brand-new machines had completely vanished. In their place was a brand-new production line connected by countless pipes, cables, tracks, and robotic arms, sprawling across the entire workshop like some kind of giant mechanical beast, full of post-modern cyberpunk style...

It looked so strange, so chaotic, and so "stitched together."

It lay there quietly, like a Frankenstein's monster stitched together from countless top-tier parts.

All the workers retreated to the edges of the workshop, looking at their "masterpiece" with eyes that seemed to be watching a monster. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that this thing would suddenly fall apart.

...

Li Jiajun looked at this production line, which he had designed entirely by himself and which condensed countless advanced concepts, and nodded with satisfaction.

Well, it was indeed a bit ugly.

He knew that the conductor of the symphony was in place. Next up was the performance time that would shock the entire world.

Performance (x), Showing off (√)