Chapter 15 has one flaw: it doesn't have a crooked mouth!

After a day and night of non-stop "crazy modifications," that Frankenstein-like production line finally completed its final assembly in the first light of dawn.

The entire workshop was silent. Over a hundred workers had all retreated to the corners, gazing at the steel behemoth in the center of the workshop. They had built this monster with their own hands, yet they had no idea what it actually was.

Li Jiajun's face also carried a hint of fatigue, with a few bloodshot streaks in his eyes, but his spirit was excited to the extreme.

He looked around, seeing the nervous workers and the bullet chat on the screen still scrolling with "waiting for the crash" and "how is the Streamer going to wrap this up." He took a deep breath.

He didn't offer much explanation, instead walking to the main control console of the production line. It was a console he had temporarily cobbled together, featuring only a single, large, red, ritualistic circular button.

He started the live stream again, aimed the camera at the bizarre production line, and solemnly announced:

"Fellow workers, family in the live stream! I know that over the past day and night, you have been full of confusion."

"You don't understand why I dismantled those expensive new machines. You even think I've gone mad, wasting God's gifts."

He paused, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.

"Now, the moment to witness a miracle has arrived!"

"Next, please enjoy a unique industrial art show I've prepared for everyone!"

Having said that, he no longer hesitated. Under the gaze of everyone present and the thousands of viewers in the live stream, he reached out his finger and pressed the red master switch with force!

*Click—*

The sound of the button being pressed was crisp and loud.

However, the expected roar did not come immediately.

The entire workshop fell into a suffocating silence for three long seconds. That Frankenstein-like production line lay there quietly, motionless, like a pile of expensive scrap metal.

The bullet chat in the live stream instantly turned gleeful.

"Hahaha, it's a crash! It's a crash! No response after pressing it!"

"I told you! Messing around with millions in equipment like that, it'd be a miracle if it even turned on!"

"Awkward, I'm cringing so hard my toes are digging a three-bedroom apartment. Streamer, better start thinking about how to explain this to the Top Supporter."

"Art show? I only see performance art titled 'Five Million Dollars of Silence'."

The workers' faces turned pale, and Wang Defa's heart sank to the bottom. 'It's over, Little Factory Director Li has completely messed up this time.'

Just when everyone thought this was a complete farce...

*Hum—*

A low hum of electric current broke the silence.

Immediately after, the entire production line was like a waking dragon. From beginning to end, countless indicator lights lit up in sequence, emitting a faint blue glow.

The next second, the symphony began!

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*Whoosh!*

A piece of Carbon Fiber raw material, precisely grabbed by a robotic arm, was fed into the start of the production line. The laser cutting machine suspended in mid-air activated instantly, a red laser beam flashed by, and the sheet was already cut into several complex parts with perfect precision.

Next, these parts were sent to different "workstations" by the conveyor belt.

The robotic arm inside that German-imported five-axis machining center began to operate. A perfectly streamlined drone shell was integrated and molded within seconds.

In the Ugly Country's industrial-grade 3D printer, the laser beam scanned at high speed in the powder chamber. Complex internal skeletons were "printed" layer by layer and automatically sent to the next station via the hard-connected track.

Most scalp-tingling was the domestic fully automatic SMT machine. The freshly printed motherboard substrate coming from the track was firmly picked up, and countless electronic components smaller than grains of rice were precisely soldered onto the motherboard by the placement head!

The entire production line, with different equipment, different processes, and different brands, now functioned like a precision team trained a thousand times over—fluid and seamless. Robotic arms danced rapidly, conveyor belts transported precisely, and laser cutting collaborated perfectly with 3D printing...

There wasn't a single redundant noise or a hint of a stutter. There was only the cold, efficient mechanical sound of operation, filled with an absolute sense of order.

Raw materials entered from one end, and precisely structured drone parts with a metallic luster were continuously produced and assembled from the other end of the production line, like flowing water.

Its production efficiency and processing precision far exceeded the lifelong understanding of all the Old Workers on site!

The workshop was dead silent.

The workers stood with their mouths agape, staring blankly at the scene before them, unaware that the wrenches and tools in their hands had dropped to the floor.

In the live stream, the bullet chat that had been mockingly frantic just moments ago also vanished instantly.

The screen was empty; a deathly silence lasted for a full ten-plus seconds.

It was as if everyone had been stunned into losing their ability to speak by this image that transcended their imagination.

Ten-plus seconds later, the bullet chat erupted like a bursting dam, completely flooding the entire screen with unprecedented frenzy!

"Holy sh*t!!!!!!"

"Holy sh*t holy sh*t holy sh*t holy sh*t holy sh*t!!!"

"What am I seeing?! My God! Is this real?!"

"An industrial miracle!!! This is a f*cking industrial miracle!!!"

"I'm kneeling! Streamer, I'm kneeling to you! I take back everything I said yesterday! You're not a madman, you're a god!!!"

"My face hurts so much! I feel like the Main Streamer used this machine to slap me three hundred times! But... it feels so good!"

"This efficiency is too terrifying! This isn't a toy factory anymore; it's a munitions factory, right?!"

However, amidst the worship and amazement, some rational—or rather, contrarian—Netizens still voiced different opinions.

"Wait a minute, brothers! Don't be so quick to kneel! The production line is indeed impressive, I admit! But this only proves the Streamer knows how to assemble machines!"

"Exactly, I still have my reservations. That 'toy swarm drone' blueprint he designed earlier was too sci-fi, with redundant power and coordination algorithms. What this line produces might just be for show, looking good but useless!"

"Makes sense! An impressive production line doesn't mean the product is impressive! After all, this is just a toy factory; how could he possibly produce something of that level?"

"Exactly! I still think he's doing abstract art. This production line itself is the 'artwork' he wants to show off. As for the drones themselves, they definitely won't fly."

"Special effects! It must be special effects! How can there be such an incredible production line? I don't believe it!"

These scattered doubts were quickly drowned out by more "Holy sh*ts," but they also represented the thoughts of some people.

Li Jiajun looked at the boiling bullet chat and then at the completely petrified workers, a smile appearing on his face as expected. The only fly in the ointment was that when he smiled, he didn't have a crooked smirk.