Chapter 191 Is your strength enough to defend against a kid wielding a rocket launcher?

The Old Expert's fingers were trembling. His fingernail lightly scraped across the cold metal slot, emitting a faint sound.

In the dead silence of the office, that sound seemed exceptionally jarring.

"This is a standard Picatinny rail!"

The Old Expert was highly agitated, his spittle almost spraying onto Li Jiajun's face. "This tooth spacing, this slot width, and the depth of this cross-locking slot—this was designed specifically for mounting tactical accessories!"

"Young Factory Director Li, don't tell me this is also for teasing cats?"

"If cats don't need to use guns, then who is this thing for? Is it for mice?!"

Facing the Old Expert's rapid-fire questioning and the surrounding gazes that seemed ready to devour him, Li Jiajun appeared exceptionally calm.

He even scanned the top military industry Experts present with a look one might give an illiterate person.

In that gaze, there was even a hint of disdain, as if to say, 'How can you tech guys lack even the most basic common sense?'

Li Jiajun sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Sigh, I knew it."

He spread his hands, his tone filled with the melancholy of a lonely genius: "I knew you great Experts spend all day in the lab and have lost touch with reality."

"Your thinking is too rigid, too disconnected from the ground! You see weapons in everything, and you think everything is about going to war."

Having said that, Li Jiajun stepped forward and tapped the rail that the Old Expert viewed as evidence of a crime, producing a crisp metallic sound.

"Is this a Picatinny rail?"

"No! This is just an ordinary, universal mounting interface designed to make life easier for the common people!"

Li Jiajun said loudly and righteously: "This is a shopping basket slot!"

"I thought of this when I was studying the parameters—it's for carrying goods when the owner goes grocery shopping!"

Silence. The office fell into an eerie silence once again.

"A... a shopping basket slot?"

The Old Expert opened his mouth wide, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

He had spent his whole life in the military industry and his whole life studying firearm mounting systems; he never dreamed that one day someone would point at a standard tactical rail and tell him it was for hanging a vegetable basket.

This was simply an insult to his professional knowledge.

"You... you're spouting nonsense!" The Old Expert's face turned red and his neck thickened with anger. "Whose shopping basket uses this kind of slot? This is clearly..."

"Why can't it hang a shopping basket?"

Li Jiajun interrupted him directly and began his performance.

His face was full of righteousness, as if he were expounding some universal truth: "Comrade Expert, you need to get close to the masses."

"Just think about it, this robot dog of ours is designed for ordinary families. Think about how strong the fighting power of grandpas and grandmas is when they go to the morning market! They buy dozens of pounds of cabbage, potatoes, and green onions at a time."

"If you let the dog carry it in its mouth, wouldn't that be unhygienic? And it wouldn't be stable either."

While Li Jiajun spoke, he gestured with his hands: "That's why I specifically designed this slot!"

"For this, I even specially developed a matching Li family smart shopping basket. You just push the buckle at the bottom of the basket onto this, click, and it's locked tight!"

"Stable as Mount Tai! It won't budge at all!"

"No matter how fast the dog runs, even with sharp turns or jumping down stairs, the eggs in the basket won't break, and the tofu won't get smashed!"

"And!"

Li Jiajun held up a finger, emphasizing with a serious expression: "Considering that grandpas and grandmas sometimes buy a few barrels of soybean oil or a few bags of rice, the load is quite heavy."

"So I specifically reinforced the structural strength of this slot, using high-strength alloy steel to ensure it can withstand an impact of at least fifty kilograms without breaking."

"This is called craftsmanship! This is called being responsible to the user!"

Listening to Li Jiajun's logically tight and emotionally sincere defense, the Experts present looked at each other. Everyone's expressions became very interesting.

'Is this the legendary straight-faced nonsense?'

'What the hell kind of craftsmanship is that!'

'You used milling technology to make a tactical rail just to hang a vegetable basket? And you used high-strength alloy steel?'

'Is your vegetable basket made of gold?'

Liu Jianguo stood to the side, not wanting to speak anymore. He felt his temples throbbing, and that familiar urge to take some quick-acting heart-saving pills came over him again.

He looked at Li Jiajun's aggrieved expression—the 'I did a good deed and you're still wronging me' look—and felt utterly speechless.

Is this kid's mouth rented? How can he make things up so well? The key is, although these words are outrageous, if you follow his logic, it actually... makes some damn sense?

After all, no one has ever decreed that a Picatinny rail can only hold a gun and not a vegetable basket. It's like someone insisting on using the butt of a submachine gun to crack walnuts; you can't say it's illegal, you can only say they're sick.

"Whew..."

Liu Jianguo exhaled a long breath of stale air, feeling that he could no longer get entangled with this kid over definitions. If he continued to get tangled up, he was afraid he would be led into a ditch by this kid's logic and eventually believe that this thing really was just a grocery cart.

"Fine."

Liu Jianguo gritted his teeth and pointed at Li Jiajun. "Fine, you've got a silver tongue. A shopping basket slot, right? Fine, I won't hold that against you for now."

He turned his head and looked at the Experts, signaling them to continue the inspection. 'I don't believe it. This big lump of iron is built to military standards from head to toe; can you really spin a story for every single part?'

The Experts received the order and immediately surrounded the robot dog to conduct a comprehensive physical examination.

"This shell..." a materials science Expert tapped the robot dog's abdominal armor, "the sound is wrong. This isn't ordinary plastic or aluminum alloy."

He pulled out a portable hardness tester and pressed it against it. Looking at the values jumping on the screen, the Expert's eyelids twitched violently.

"This hardness... it's comparable to a tank's reactive armor! And it's a ceramic composite material!"

The Expert looked up sharply, staring at Li Jiajun: "Young Factory Director Li, this can't be for grocery shopping too, right? Who needs bulletproof armor to buy groceries?"

Li Jiajun had long since prepared his explanation. He shrugged unhurriedly: "This is even simpler."

"You have to consider the user's usage scenario."

"This robot dog is bought as a pet, so there must be children at home. Do you know how destructive unruly kids are these days? You have no idea!"

At this point, Li Jiajun looked fearful, as if he had suffered some trauma: "Those unruly kids take hammers to smash it, use firecrackers to blow it up, and can even kick the dog down the stairs."

"If I didn't make the shell sturdy, wouldn't it be dismantled in two days?"

"This is what I call anti-unruly-kid design! It's to improve the product's durability and help parents save money!"

The Expert rolled his eyes, choked by the response. 'Anti-unruly-kid?' 'With this strength, are you defending against unruly kids armed with hand-held rocket launchers?'

Subsequently, other Experts pointed out problems such as excessive motor power, excessive battery life, and absurd terrain adaptability. But without exception, Li Jiajun resolved them one by one with reasons like helping the elderly carry rice upstairs, accompanying marathon runners, and adapting to muddy rural roads.

No matter what hardcore military specifications the Experts pointed out, Li Jiajun could always find an extremely grounded, yet irrefutable corresponding scenario from everyday life.

After this debate, the Experts were sweating profusely, feeling more exhausted than after a day of scientific research. The way they looked at Li Jiajun had changed from initial anger to helplessness, and even a bit of admiration.

This kid's psychological fortitude was too strong. His ability to call a stag a horse with a straight face was too thick-skinned.

Liu Jianguo watched from the sidelines, looking at Li Jiajun's ability to debate everyone present without losing any ground, and felt a tightness in his chest. He knew that just by using words, there was no way to get this kid to admit anything today.

Li Jiajun looked at their bewildered expressions and felt secretly smug. 'Hmph, want to fight with me?'

'As long as I insist that this product is a civilian design intended to solve the pain points of the common people, what can you do to me?'

'So what if the technical parameters are high? That just shows our factory's strong technical capabilities!'

'As for how this thing ended up on the battlefield later, what does that have to do with me? I didn't sell it to armed militants.'

Li Jiajun calculated quickly in his heart. He made up his mind that as long as he stuck to the bottom line of being unaware, and as long as he insisted that this was just a toy, he would be innocent due to ignorance.

Anyway, Uncle Liu sent the wrong document first, and he followed the instructions later; with this combination of moves, the logic was closed and impeccable!

Thinking of this, the smile on Li Jiajun's face became even brighter, and he even took the initiative to pour a cup of water for Liu Jianguo: "Uncle Liu, calm down and have some water. You see, this really is just a misunderstanding."

Liu Jianguo didn't take the cup, just snorted coldly.

Just as the stalemate continued, and Li Jiajun felt he had victory in his grasp. Just as he was preparing to push a little harder to seal the 'civilian use' label once and for all. Suddenly, the solid wood door of the office was gently pushed open from the outside.

"Creeeeeak—"

Subconsciously, everyone looked over, and saw that the person arriving was none other than...