Chapter 143 Li Jiajun Discovers the Blind Spot!

Watching the backs of Liu Jianguo and his group as they walked away, Li Jiajun sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Wang Dachui looked at his boss, who was panting heavily, and recalled the scene of lighthearted conversation just moments ago.

What was going on? Was he having an intracranial orgasm? Is chatting happily with a big shot that satisfying? Surely not?

He stepped forward and asked cautiously, "Boss, are you okay? Would you like some water?"

Li Jiajun waved his hand feebly, "Don't bother me, let me have some peace and quiet alone."

"Alright then." Wang Dachui tactfully retreated, not forgetting to thoughtfully close the office door behind him.

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In the massive office, only Li Jiajun remained.

He sat there blankly, the roar of the military trucks departing still seemingly echoing in his ears. Wherever his gaze landed, the warehouse, which had once been piled high with jia an no. 1, was now empty. Only a few specks of dust danced in the light, telling the story of the bustle that had once been here.

It was like this again. Every single time, it was like this.

A massive sense of loss enveloped him, and he couldn't help but feel that this whole thing was absurd.

He fished out the check from his pocket, which was slightly damp from his sweaty palm. Looking at the long string of zeros on it, he couldn't bring himself to be happy.

This money was just compensation for the emotional distress he suffered after being passive-aggressively dragged into trouble time and time again.

He slumped dejectedly in his chair, his gaze unfocused, his mind uncontrollably reviewing his criminal journey since taking over the toy factory.

The first time, it was the Swarm Drone.

He had clearly just wanted to make a piece of performance art, and the client was a wealthy tycoon from Middle East whose screen name was A White Cloth on the Head. Yet, the other party turned around and took it to the battlefield, wiping out Israel's ace armored brigade, directly creating an international incident that alarmed Liu Jianguo.

'Where did the problem lie?' A thought surfaced in his mind, 'The client was from Middle East, from overseas.'

The second time, it was the toy car.

He wanted to build a toy car for a brat who was meeting his online crush in person, so he could avoid his parents' surveillance. As it turned out, that Little Rascal drove the car, which was equipped with optical stealth, straight onto the highway, crashing the entire traffic police system of Baishui City. That brat treated the traffic police like fools.

The third time, it was the elderly joy.

He learned from his mistakes and decided to make something absolutely safe for civilian use. As it turned out, a Punk Elder with no sense of direction drove his black tortoise—which had been retrofitted with composite armor and Van der Waals force tires—straight to Sanbianpo. He even accidentally became a warlord's military advisor and unified the local area. In the end, he attracted Liu Jianguo again.

Li Jiajun's mouth twitched. 'Where did the problem lie? Even though the client was domestic, the final place where the trouble started was Sanbianpo, which is still overseas.'

The fourth time, it was the aircraft carrier Arresting Cable.

He didn't even know what that batch of giant jump ropes he exported to the unscrupulous merchants in the Ugly Country was used for. As it turned out, the other party turned the tables, accusing him of commercial fraud and suing him. In the end, it was Liu Jianguo who brought people over, only to discover that the thing was a major national strategic asset, and it was requisitioned once again.

'This time it was even more direct. The client was from the Ugly Country, the market was overseas, and the lawsuit was international.'

The fifth time, it was the special steel balls.

He was just annoyed by internet trolls and wanted to livestream forging steel balls by hand to bring glory to the country. As it turned out, he accidentally went too far; one furnace of steel balls crashed the global precision bearing market, attracting joint lawsuits and legal letters from dozens of countries. In the end, it was still Liu Jianguo who came to clean up the mess.

'The market was global, still overseas.'

Finally, there was this time with the gas canisters.

He was tricked again by that grandson named A White Cloth on the Head using a burner account. The "Dangerous Operation Manual" he had painstakingly written became the guy's martial arts secret manual, once again stirring up storms on the Middle East battlefield.

'The client, once again, was overseas.' Reviewing to this point, Li Jiajun froze.

He slowly sat up straight, the confusion and frustration in his eyes gradually replaced by a flash of realization.

A clear logical chain connected all of his unlucky incidents.

Swarm Drone... overseas. Toy car... overseas. Uh, this one wasn't overseas, but that brat treated the police officers like fools, so it was basically the same. elderly joy... overseas. Arresting Cable... overseas. Steel balls... overseas. gas canisters... still, for heaven's sake, overseas!

"I get it now!" Li Jiajun slapped his thigh hard and jumped up from his chair, his face full of ecstasy.

"I completely get it now!" He had found it! He had finally found the root cause of why he was requisitioned time and time again!

The key to the problem was not what he had built at all! Whether it was drones or elderly joy, jump ropes or gas canisters, these things themselves were innocent!

The root of the problem lay in the fact that these things all ended up being related to overseas!

It was those foreigners who didn't play by the rules, taking his pure civilian products to do those unspeakable things! It was those profit-seeking merchants who took his products to choke others! It was those bored international organizations that sued him just because he sold things cheaply! And the unreliable old man who drove his car overseas.

'I really am a genius!' A thought surfaced in his mind, 'Such a simple logic, why did I only just figure it out now?'

He felt he should publish this to clear his name.

He fumbled to take out his phone, set it up, and without even having time to think of a title, he immediately started the livestream.

As soon as he started the stream, countless Netizens who smelled the scent rushed into the livestream room. Looking at Li Jiajun's face, which was flushed with excitement, the bullet comments were instantly filled with question marks.

Li Jiajun ignored all this. He cleared his throat, faced the camera, and with a serious expression, solemnly began his signature voice-over rant mode:

"family, I get it now! I completely get it now! The problem is not at all about what I built, but that these things all ended up being related to overseas! The clients are overseas, or they run off to overseas, the markets are overseas, and in the end, even the lawsuits are international! These foreigners don't play by the rules, taking my civilian products to fight and kill, and then turning around to sue me. It's simply outrageous!"

After saying this, he felt a sense of clarity and refreshment.

Then, under the stunned gaze of hundreds of thousands of Netizens, with an expression on his face that said the matter had been explained clearly and they should understand it themselves, he said crisply and neatly: "Alright, that's all, ending the stream."

The screen went black instantly. In the livestream room, all the Netizens were dumbfounded.

"??????"

"WTF? Is the Streamer crazy? Streaming for thirty seconds just to say this?"

"I took my pants off, and this is what you show me?"

"I don't believe a word of it! How is your theory any different from 'The reason I'm poor is because I have no money'?"

"Am I the only one who thinks the Streamer is pitiful? He's so confident again this time, he's going to get slapped in the face again next time."

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Li Jiajun certainly didn't know about the Netizens' roasting.

At this moment, he felt he had finally found the key to open the door to absolute safety.

A brand new business model formed clearly in his mind. He believed this model was logically perfect and absolutely foolproof.

As long as the scope of business was completely limited to domestic, as long as the clients were red-blooded Eastern Country enterprises, as long as the market was a purely internal cycle... then, all problems would be solved!

He clenched his fists, his eyes reignited with fighting spirit.

"That's right! That's it! Based domestically, serving the people!"

"This time, no one can requisition the toys I make, not even God!!!!" This time, he would beat heaven by half a move!!!

(Asking for a small gift, all you big shots, free support is fine too)