Chapter 160 I really am delivering packages for SF Express!

A crisp cracking sound echoed in the quiet office, sounding particularly piercing.

That oversized lollipop that had accompanied Li Jiajun all afternoon had now turned into a pile of powder on the floor, manifesting its owner's internal collapse.

Inside the office.

Li Jiajun stared blankly at the uninvited guests at the door, his mind a complete blank.

Liu Jianguo's face, which looked as if he had just returned from the underworld, the Air Force Major General's half-smile, and the undisguised, hungry wolf-like burning gazes in the eyes of those Experts...

This formation, these looks, instantly reminded him of the unpleasant experiences of having his home raided several times before.

'Again?'

Such a thought surfaced in his mind.

'But this time... on what grounds?'

Unlike the guilty conscience of previous times, after the initial shock, a wave of immense confusion and grievance surged into his heart.

He quickly went over his recent actions in his mind.

To completely draw a line between himself and the military industry, he had sought out the Shunfeng Group this time! A top-tier domestic private enterprise giant!

The collaborative project was a large cargo drone, used for delivering packages—a purely civilian field!

There was a formal cooperation agreement, widespread media reports, and President Wang had even patted his chest and guaranteed in front of the whole nation at the press conference that this project would definitely not be requisitioned!

With such complete procedures and a clean background, this was practically the most upright and legitimate venture since he started his business!

But now, what did it mean for these people to show up like this again?

Thinking of this, Li Jiajun's confidence instantly bolstered.

He took a deep breath, the dull expression on his face quickly fading, replaced by a perfectly measured look of slight grievance and confusion at being disturbed.

He even bent down, picked up the bare plastic stick of the lollipop from the floor, and casually tossed it into the trash can. That's right, he was just that hygienic.

"Uncle Liu, Dear Leaders."

Li Jiajun stood up straight, squeezed out what he thought was his most sincere and innocent smile, and took the initiative to greet them.

"What are you all doing? Making such a big scene, I thought some international superstar had come to visit our factory. Why didn't you give me a heads-up? I could have arranged for people to meet you at the highway exit."

These words sounded like polite pleasantries, but were actually reminding them that his current project was in the public eye and they couldn't just mess around.

Liu Jianguo looked at his master-class acting, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, speechless in his heart.

This kid's mental fortitude was really damn good. Even at a time like this, he could still talk nonsense without batting an eye.

But he didn't speak, only quietly watching him with those weary eyes.

Liu Jianguo didn't speak, and the Air Force Experts behind him didn't speak either, just staring at him intently with eyes that seemed to want to see right through him.

This silent pressure made Li Jiajun feel a bit uncomfortable.

He felt these people must have misunderstood something.

And he hadn't done anything lately, right?

He had to explain clearly!

Thinking of this, Li Jiajun turned sideways and enthusiastically pointed to the huge photo on the wall of him and President Wang of the Express Delivery Company shaking hands and smiling at the press conference.

"Uncle Liu, leaders, you've really got the wrong person this time; you've gone to all this trouble for nothing."

He spread his hands, looking aggrieved and transparent.

"I'm building delivery planes for the Express Delivery Company this time. Delivery planes built for the Express Delivery Company, used for delivering packages! A purely civilian project, if you don't believe me, look! Here's the strategic cooperation agreement we signed with President Wang, witnessed by the national media! It's in black and white, protected by law!"

As he spoke, he unconsciously switched to his signature voice-over complaining mode, muttering to the air in a voice just loud enough for everyone present to hear:

"Sigh, why is it so hard to do some honest business these days? I finally found a reliable big client and was ready to contribute to the logistics industry of our Eastern Country, so why am I being treated like a prime suspect again? Do I really look that much like a bad guy?"

His defense, mixed with sincerity, grievance, and complaining, made the brows of several Air Force Experts furrow.

If they hadn't seen that heaven-defying radar data report before coming, they might have almost believed him.

Just then, an elegant Air Force technical Expert in his fifties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stepped out from behind Liu Jianguo.

He had no expression on his face, only holding up a military encrypted tablet, with the screen facing Li Jiajun.

"Factory Director Li, is it?"

The Expert's voice was calm, but beneath that calmness was an undeniable pressure.

"Since you say this is a civilian delivery plane, can you explain to us what this is?"

A video was playing on the tablet's screen.

The content of the video was the radar signal recording of the twin-tailed scorpion flying at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

In the footage, the signal dot representing the twin-tailed scorpion was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing within the radar's scanning sector, its flight path erratic, completely ignoring the basic logic of aerodynamics.

Beside the video, a column of striking red data was highlighted.

Real-time flight altitude: 15,800 meters

Cruising speed: 920 km/h

Radar cross-section: Less than 0.01 square meters

Theoretical maximum range: Greater than 8,000 kilometers

The Expert said no more; he just quietly looked at Li Jiajun, then lightly tapped the string of heart-pounding numbers on the screen with his finger.

Then, he gave a cold laugh and asked the soul-piercing question:

"Factory Director Li, you call this a delivery plane?"

"Which delivery plane needs a service ceiling of fifteen thousand meters and a range of eight thousand kilometers? Are you planning to deliver packages directly from Baishui City to the Ugly Country?"

The smile on Li Jiajun's face completely froze when he saw that string of data.

He stared blankly at the screen.

He knew this data better than anyone.

Every single number had been personally tuned by him.

But hearing it from someone else's mouth, especially from this group of Experts, why did it feel so much like it should be requisitioned?

Seeing Li Jiajun's speechless and embarrassed state, Liu Jianguo, who hadn't spoken, finally spoke slowly.

He took a step forward, stared at Li Jiajun, and delivered the final blow in an extremely weary tone:

"Little Li."

"Uncle Liu will ask you one last question."

"If you really have a clear conscience and have truly built an ordinary civilian delivery plane..."

He paused, pointed out the window toward the factory gate, his voice not loud but striking hard against Li Jiajun's heart.

"Then if you don't have a guilty conscience, why the hell did you install so many surveillance cameras at the gate?"

Boom!

If the technical data from the Air Force Expert was an armor-piercing shell that penetrated his defense, then Liu Jianguo's seemingly casual question was the final spark that ignited the ammunition depot.

Yeah.

If he didn't have a guilty conscience, why make the factory look like a military fortress?

Isn't this just a case of a guilty conscience giving itself away?

Li Jiajun opened his mouth, wanting to say something to refute, like it was to prevent thieves, or to protect trade secrets.

But under Liu Jianguo's gaze, which seemed to see through everything and was filled with an 'I understand you' look, he couldn't say a single word.

All explanations felt pale and powerless at this moment.

Of course, those were actually indeed to prevent Uncle Liu, Liu Jianguo.

But wasn't that because he was afraid of being requisitioned?

At this moment.

He was speechless, only able to stand there blankly, his mouth slightly open, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, yet unable to make any sound, completely falling into a state of aphasia.

Aba aba...