Chapter 194 Wangcai Joins the Army? There's Big Goods in the Toilet?

Just as the Old Expert was so shattered by the security guard Old Zhang's "animal remarks" that his worldview crumbled, and he clutched his chest, wanting to flee back to the laboratory...

Wang Dachui's "suicide attack" style of "divine assist" was like a depth charge thrown into a dry latrine; it not only blew away all the Experts present but also blasted Li Jiajun's last line of psychological defense into nothingness.

Li Jiajun stood frozen on the spot, his eyes hollow and lifeless, his entire being like a husk from which the soul had been extracted.

He looked at Wang Dachui, who was still kneeling on the ground, sobbing and wearing an expression that said, "I have rendered meritorious service to the factory," and a deep sense of powerlessness surged within him.

"I don't want to explain anymore." This thought emerged in his mind.

What's the point of explaining?

It's like being caught by the police, and before they even ask a question, your teammate spills everything—from how old you were when you bed-wet to how you stole someone's hen last night—and even embellishes it, turning stealing a chicken into stealing a nuclear bomb.

Who the hell could handle that?

Meanwhile, the police officers who had been brought in were now standing with their mouths wide open, staring at the scene before them in stunned silence.

Especially the middle-aged police officer leading the team; his hat was almost crooked.

To be honest, they had indeed come over because they received that overseas report call.

However, they were actually skeptical about it internally.

After all, a scam call to the municipal bureau's command center claiming that a toy factory in Baishui City was selling arms to armed militants sounded as absurd as "Qin Shi Huang sending me a text message saying he'll flatten my house if I don't send money."

They came mostly as a matter of routine, thinking they would verify the situation and see if there were any leads.

Even before entering, they were thinking that if it were a misunderstanding, they would have to help clarify it for the enterprise, as it was, after all, a major local taxpayer.

But now? They had confessed without being asked!

And the content of the confession was even more explosive than what was said in the report call!

Things like "the armed leader is a friend," "fifty million ugly yuan," "repayment in kind"...

What kind of toy factory is this? This is practically a den of tigers and dragons!

"This..." The middle-aged police officer swallowed, looked at Wang Dachui kneeling on the ground, then at the ashen-faced Li Jiajun, and couldn't help but exclaim, "So it really is your Li Family Toy Factory?"

This exclamation sounded exceptionally jarring in the deathly silent room.

Wang Dachui, kneeling on the ground, was stunned when he heard this.

He stopped his fake crying, looked up, and a look of extreme astonishment appeared on his tear-stained, chubby face.

He blinked his mung bean-sized eyes, looked at the police officer, and a thought crossed his mind.

"So... you didn't know?" "So you were bluffing me?" "No, you didn't even bluff, I just blurted it all out myself?"

Wang Dachui was dumbfounded. He felt like a fool; they hadn't even used any interrogation methods yet, and he had already confessed his entire ancestral history.

"I... I..." Wang Dachui opened his mouth, wanting to take back what he had just said, but how could spilled water be gathered back up?

Liu Jianguo, who was standing to the side, had now recovered from that "subway grandpa looking at phone" expression.

But his expression now was a hundred times more complex than before.

He watched this grand drama unfolding before him, co-directed by a "military idiot," a "pig teammate," and an "armed organization leader" thousands of miles away, and was speechless to the extreme.

"What the hell kind of demons and monsters are these?" "Even TV dramas wouldn't dare film it like this, right?"

Liu Jianguo felt his temples throbbing, and that familiar urge to reach for the quick-acting heart-saving pills rose up again.

But he held it back. He was a leader, a big shot; at a time like this, he had to keep the situation under control.

"Whew..." Liu Jianguo exhaled a long breath of foul air and glanced at the few police officers who were still in shock.

Although this matter had blown up quite a bit, in Liu Jianguo's view, it was just a "minor interlude."

Since the matter was already clear, there was no need for the local comrades to get involved any further. After all, this involved national secrets and the military's subsequent requisition plans.

Consequently, Liu Jianguo composed himself, walked up to the few police officers, and a faint, slightly dignified smile appeared on his face.

"Comrade police officers, we have taken over the matters here; you don't need to worry about it anymore."

Liu Jianguo pointed to the officers and Experts behind him, and then to the soldiers standing guard outside the door, indicating his identity and stance.

Then, he paused and added, "About that, the matter you mentioned should be a misunderstanding."

The "matter" here naturally referred to the armed militants' report and the so-called "civilian organization selling arms."

Liu Jianguo's meaning was clear: the military has taken over this matter, it's classified as a "misunderstanding," so stop worrying about it and go back to rest.

...

The few police officers were not stupid. Looking at this room full of military bigwigs, looking at the gold stars on their shoulders, and looking at the scene, they had long understood that this was not something they could handle.

Since the big shot had spoken and said it was a misunderstanding, then it was a misunderstanding.

"Yes! Chief! Then we'll withdraw first!" The middle-aged police officer saluted, feeling as if granted amnesty, and hurried to lead his subordinates out.

This place was too oppressive, the aura was too strong; they didn't want to stay for even one more second.

However, just as they walked out of the office door, thinking the matter was over, a young police officer walking at the very back—perhaps someone who hadn't been on the job long, couldn't keep things to himself, and hadn't fully recovered from the shock—couldn't help but mutter quietly while walking out:

"Such a big matter, selling arms to armed organizations, yet the military isn't pursuing it at all..."

The young police officer's voice was very low, filled with the excitement and disbelief of having discovered a shocking secret: "It seems the online rumors are true; this Li Family Toy Factory really is the largest private arms factory."

Once these words were spoken, although the voice wasn't loud, in this moment where you could hear a pin drop, they clearly drilled into the ears of the few people present. Especially Li Jiajun, who was relatively close to the door.

"Pfft!" Li Jiajun seemed to hear the sound of his own heart being stabbed by a knife.

His face, which was already devoid of any desire to live, twisted in pain even more now.

"What do you mean by largest private arms factory?" "When did I become an arms factory?" "Heaven and earth be my witness!"

Li Jiajun screamed wildly in his heart, feeling so aggrieved that tears were about to fall.

"My Li Family Toy Factory is just a toy factory!" "We produce toys! Toys that bring joy to children... er, and adults!"

"When did it become the largest private arms factory?" "When did the Eastern Country allow private entities to run arms factories? Isn't this just spreading rumors?"

This was simply a huge insult to his character as a "legitimate businessman"!

Li Jiajun's stubbornness flared up again. He spun around, glared at the young police officer's back, shifted his feet, and almost wanted to grab the officer and argue with him.

He wanted to tell the other party that he was innocent, blameless, and misunderstood!

However, before he could take a step, a faint sigh came from the side.

Liu Jianguo also heard the young police officer's muttering. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and a trace of helplessness and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Largest private arms factory?" "This title... although it sounds absurd, when you think about it carefully, the things this kid has done seem, well, damn, quite fitting."

Liu Jianguo muttered to himself in his heart. Then, when he turned his head, he saw Li Jiajun's "I'm not convinced," "I want to debate" look and posture.

Suddenly, he felt a bit exhausted. Mentally tired. Really mentally tired. Dealing with this kid was more brain-draining than commanding a battle.

"Does this kid still not have a clue by now?" "Still want to go argue? What are you going to argue about? Argue about how your robot dog beat the regular army to a pulp?"

Liu Jianguo didn't want this farce to continue any longer. If it continued, he was afraid his heart would really have problems.

"Sigh..." Liu Jianguo rubbed his brow wearily and let out a long sigh. He felt it was better to wrap things up quickly.

Hurry up and haul the things away, hurry up and settle this matter, and hurry back to take his medicine and sleep.

Consequently, he stiffened his face again, restoring that high-ranking dignity. He turned around, facing away from Li Jiajun, so as not to look at that face of his that raised his blood pressure.

Then, he issued that order, which Li Jiajun was incredibly familiar with, to the guard behind him with frightening proficiency: "Come here."

These two short words. For Li Jiajun, they were no different from a death sentence. These two words again! This familiar recipe again!

"Rumble..." Following his order, the military transport team that had been waiting outside the door began to flood into the hangar. It was a well-trained, uniform-moving team.

They didn't waste words, didn't have any unnecessary movements, and rushed directly toward those brand-new "Wangcai" robot dogs that were stacked in the warehouse and hadn't been shipped yet.

"One, two! Lift!" "Handle with care! Watch the packaging!" The soldiers began to pack and move those brand-new "Wangcai" robot dogs with practiced movements.

That proficiency was as if it wasn't their first time coming here to move things; they even knew clearly which boxes were easy to move and which corners were easy to walk through. After all, this was already their Nth time coming here to "stock up."

Li Jiajun stood there blankly, watching this scene. Watching his "little Experts at guarding the house," which he had painstakingly produced by working overtime, being moved one by one onto those green military trucks.

His heart was icy cold. It was the feeling of his hard work being hollowed out.

"My Wangcai!" "Those are my heart and soul!" "I was counting on them to make money for me, counting on them to enter every household and become the national pet!"

Now it's all over. They've all been taken away to join the army. Watching those departing figures, Li Jiajun now had no heart to argue with those few police officers. Whatever innocence, whatever misunderstanding, all became unimportant at this moment.

He now felt heart-wrenching pain. This feeling was like an old farmer watching the pig he had painstakingly raised being snatched away by a group of robbers before he could even sell it for money.

Although this group of "robbers" wore military uniforms, and although they were doing it for the country, this could not soothe the pain he felt as a "private business owner."

Just as Li Jiajun was overwhelmed with grief, Liu Jianguo walked over. He watched this familiar scene—soldiers moving things, the boss in pain, Big Smart One kneeling. He looked at Li Jiajun's "dead parents" expression again, and in his heart, not only did he feel no sympathy, but he actually wanted to laugh a little.

However, as a regular army that emphasizes "fair buying and selling," Liu Jianguo certainly wouldn't take a single thread or needle from the masses for free. The necessary procedures still had to be followed.

Then, Liu Jianguo very skillfully took out a contract from the briefcase by his side. The movement was smooth and flowing, done in one go; clearly, he had been prepared for a long time. This was the requisition contract.

He handed the contract to Li Jiajun, his tone flat, even carrying a hint of "you're getting a good deal, kid," and said, "Alright, stop pulling such a long face." "Would the country treat you unfairly?" "This Wangcai technology has been requisitioned."

Liu Jianguo pointed to the terms on the contract, and although Li Jiajun was in no mood to look at them now, he still conscientiously explained them. "First, we've given a requisition fee of 1 billion." This price could be considered high, but also not high; after all, if they were to research it themselves, the money spent would be more than 1 billion.

"Then, every year, there will also be a technology patent fee of 10 million." Li Jiajun wasn't listening, because these words had already made his ears callous. Although the money given this time was higher than before.

But from the earliest Swarm Drone, to the later stealth coating, to the special steel, and then to... anyway, it was this process every time, and these same lines every time.

Even the money given, although increasingly more, at this moment, looking at the empty warehouse, looking at those "Wangcai"s that were supposed to be dominating the market and, incidentally, vindicating his Li Family Toy Factory, being hauled away truck by truck. His heart still felt spasms of pain.

"My Wangcai..." "That is my heart and blood; it's what I designed after staying up so many nights just to make it convenient for the uncles and aunties to go grocery shopping."

Li Jiajun was speechless in his heart, feeling that he was just a heartless OEM factory, specifically working for the country.

Although the money given was indeed not little, this 100 million buyout fee plus the 10 million per year was enough for him to lie flat and live for several lifetimes. But the problem was, he was a factory director with ideals!

What he wanted was to be famous worldwide, for the products of Li Family Toy Factory to enter every household, not like now, where the products joined the army before they even left the factory gate.

"Sigh..." Li Jiajun sighed, stuffed the contract into his pocket casually, and that air of treating money like dirt (actually, he was just numb) made the few young staff officers next to him click their tongues in amazement.

Liu Jianguo looked at his appearance, and although he felt a bit guilty in his heart, more of it was a kind of relief after completing the task. Finally, this hot potato had been handled well.

As long as these things were hauled back, his task would be considered successfully completed, and he could sleep soundly when he got back.

Just in this slightly dull atmosphere, also carrying a bit of parting sorrow. On the side, the Old Expert from the Ordnance Industry Group who had been following the team to do technical appraisal—the one who had just used the hardness tester to knock on the dog's head—suddenly changed his expression.

He furrowed his brows tightly, a layer of fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and one hand subconsciously clutched his stomach. "Hiss..."

The Old Expert sucked in a cold breath, feeling his stomach churning. It might have been that he drank a cup of cold water on the plane when he came earlier, or it might have been that he had stayed up too late these past few days, causing gastrointestinal dysfunction. In short, that feeling was coming on fiercely, completely giving him no time to react.

"That... little Factory Director Li." The Old Expert couldn't care about any demeanor, holding his legs together, and asked with a painful face, "Where is your... restroom here?"

Li Jiajun was feeling sad, and hearing these words, he didn't think much, and subconsciously pointed to a corner at the end of the corridor: "Over there, turn left and that's it."