Chapter 142 Uncle Liu, do you want a next time?

The soldiers jumped off the trucks, all wearing identical combat uniforms. They quickly assembled in the courtyard, their movements uniform and orderly, exuding a murderous aura.

Clearly, they were already quite skilled at this kind of moving service.

Li Jiajun watched the scene outside the window, his mouth twitching; the last sliver of hope in his heart was completely gone.

'Great, here we go again.'

He turned and glanced at the pile of brand-new jia an no. 1 in the warehouse, feeling a complex mix of emotions. He felt heartbroken that his hard work was being taken away, yet he couldn't help but look forward to that huge compensation payment.

"Move it! Everyone, stay sharp!"

Liu Jianguo didn't bother with Wang Dachui, who was still questioning his life, and walked to the warehouse entrance to sternly order the group of soldiers.

"Yes!"

The soldiers' response was thunderous.

However, before they could even start, Engineer Qian, Zhao Lao, and their group of weapons Experts rushed forward as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"Gently! Everyone, handle with care!"

Engineer Qian pushed aside a young soldier who was about to step forward, pulled out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, and put them on. He gently picked up one of the polar special edition gas canisters, his expression focused and cautious.

"See this? This is a work of art! A national treasure! When you move these, treat them like you're holding your newborn son! If anyone dares to bump or scratch them, I'll make them sleep with an artillery shell for a month!"

Zhao Lao rushed to several modified production machines, took out a marker and labels, and stuck notes on the key components. They read: Core equipment, handle with care; strictly no bumping, high priority protection.

"This one! Move this one first! We need to continue studying the internal flow path of that damn Laval nozzle on the way!"

"And that steel smelting furnace! Yes, that thing that looks like an iron bucket! That's a treasure! Wrap it in the thickest shock-absorbing foam! Three layers inside and three layers outside!"

These Experts had now transformed into the most fanatical supervisors, following behind the soldiers, gesticulating and nagging, terrified that these treasures might suffer even the slightest damage.

The soldiers were left dumbfounded, but they still strictly followed the requirements, using the most professional equipment and the most cautious attitude to begin this moving operation, every step exuding the intensity of an archaeological excavation.

Li Jiajun stood amidst the chaos, watching his hard work being carried away piece by piece, the factory once again emptied, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

At this moment, Liu Jianguo walked up to his side.

This leader, who had just been so decisive and ruthless, now had a look of weariness on his face. He took a prepared check out of his pocket and stuffed it into Li Jiajun's hand.

"Little Li," Liu Jianguo patted his shoulder, comforting him with a tone of resignation, "Don't look so miserable, you'll get used to it. It's not the first time anyway; the first time is strange, the second time is familiar."

...

Hearing these familiar lines, Li Jiajun looked at the empty factory, then at the check with the astonishing amount in his hand, and only felt that this whole thing was utterly ridiculous.

He looked up at Liu Jianguo and asked, murmuring: "What do you mean 'you'll get used to it'? What do you mean 'the first time is strange, the second time is familiar'?"

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

Li Jiajun's eyes were full of despair, "Wait, hasn't this conversation happened before? Are you too lazy to even change your lines?"

'Damn it, you didn't even change your lines? You old geezer.' This thought surfaced in his mind.

Liu Jianguo narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen through his thoughts: "Are you cursing me in your heart?"

Li Jiajun's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly waved his hands, forcing a smile onto his face that was uglier than crying: "No, Uncle Liu, how could I! Heaven and earth as my witness!"

Liu Jianguo asked again: "Are you secretly complaining that I didn't even change my lines?"

Li Jiajun's mouth twitched wildly, wondering if this old guy really had mind-reading powers. Yet, he still adamantly denied it: "Absolutely not! My respected Uncle Liu, how could I think such a thing!"

"Oh?" A mysterious smile appeared on Liu Jianguo's face, "Do you think I have mind-reading powers? Fine, you want me to change my lines, right? Then I'll change them."

He suddenly put on a stern face and shouted at the guard beside him:

"Someone come here! Take this brat who keeps trafficking arms and drag him out to be shot!"

"Whoa! Uncle Liu, don't!"

Li Jiajun instantly channeled his inner actor, hugging Liu Jianguo's thigh and crying out, "I was wrong, Uncle Liu! I'll never dare to do it again! Whatever you want to say is fine, whatever you say is right!"

The others watched the scene of the two singing in harmony, their mouths twitching.

Are you two performing a crosstalk act here?

As for Wang Dachui, watching Liu Jianguo, who remained calm even while his thigh was being hugged by the boss, his eyes revealed infinite envy and admiration.

'The boss and Liu Jianguo have such a good relationship, they can even joke around like this.'

'When will I be able to joke around with such a big shot at this level?'

Li Jiajun, who was busy wailing while hugging the thigh, seemed to sense that envious gaze. He secretly glanced up at Wang Dachui and cursed inwardly.

'Joking around? Which damn eye of yours saw this as joking around? I'm about to be shot, for f***'s sake!'