Chapter 2 You want to take my toys to the Zhongdong battlefield?

"Can you make drone toys? I have relatively high requirements for efficiency and quantity."

The bullet chat message appeared.

Li Jiajun's flirtatious yet slightly reserved posture, which was all set for the benefactor's inspection, instantly froze in place.

He blinked, thinking he had misread it.

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Drones?

Just this?

He looked at that bullet chat message, then looked down at the pose he had specifically struck for the dance; a faint but incredibly real sense of disappointment welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He couldn't help but blurt out, "Ah? Just asking about this? You're not asking me to do fanservice?"

As soon as he spoke, the few viewers in the livestream room were stunned for a second, and then they instantly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Streamer, you're killing me! You really were prepared to do it!"

"What's with that tone of disappointment!"

"This is hilarious. The big boss is here to talk business; what on earth are you thinking, Streamer!"

"Hahaha, dying of laughter. The Main Streamer was ready to sell out, but it turns out a real order came in."

Li Jiaye pretended not to see the Netizens' teasing.

However, as a factory director on the brink of bankruptcy, his keen business sense immediately made him realize that this might be the real big fish!

"High efficiency? Large quantity?"

He stared at those words, and his eyes gradually lit up.

Although failing to "sell his looks" left him a bit disappointed, money was the bottom line!

"Yes! Of course we can!"

Li Jiajun immediately wiped the "ready to perform" expression off his face, regained his "professional factory director" look, and patted his chest toward the camera.

"Big brother, you've found the right person! To tell you the truth, our Li Family Toy Factory is best at this kind of fast and high-volume work!"

Li Jiajun thumped his chest loudly toward the camera, his face overflowing with the enthusiasm of receiving a big order. Although failing to successfully provide "fanservice" left him a bit lost in his pursuit of art, as a factory director, making money was the top priority.

'As long as the money is right, let alone drones, even if you want an assembly model of the Tiangong Space Station, I'll make it for you!' he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, the tycoon named A White Cloth on the Head didn't speak again, just quietly staying in the livestream room like a cold supervisor. This made Li Jiajun feel that this big brother was very professional.

To prove he wasn't boasting, Li Jiajun bent down and started pulling things out from under his worn-out desk.

"Look, big brother, we have a technical foundation in this area."

He first pulled out a Dajiang consumer-grade drone, the most common type on the market.

"This kind, the technology is too old, pass." He tossed it aside.

Next, he pulled out an Agricultural plant protection drone.

"This one is too big; it doesn't fit the 'toy' positioning, pass."

Then, he pulled out a palm-sized FPV drone.

"This one is fast, but it's unstable, and kids could easily hurt themselves, pass."

One... two... three...

Like Doraemon, he pulled out seven or eight drones of various designs from under the table before everyone's eyes and lined them up on the floor.

...

Meanwhile, ten thousand miles away, in the Middle East region.

Inside a heavily guarded underground headquarters somewhere in Middle East.

A man wearing local traditional clothing with a white headscarf wrapped around his head was staring intently at the screen in front of him. The screen displayed Li Jiajun's humble livestream room.

He was "A White Cloth on the Head", Hassan.

"Leader." His adjutant, a lean and vigorous young man, walked over with a cup of coffee. He glanced at the exuberant young man on the screen, his face full of confusion and bewilderment. Wasn't their leader constantly studying how to strike a major blow against Israel, the Ugly Country's bandit lackey? Why was he watching a livestream now? And a Chinese's livestream at that?

Hassan didn't look back; his gaze remained locked on the screen.

He had been to the Eastern Country before; it was a nation that was always creating miracles.

So, not knowing how to give that Israel a major blow, he had somehow ended up looking for an Eastern Country livestream to watch, and then he found this room.

At this moment, looking at the young man who showed genuine disappointment because he didn't have to do "fanservice," his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Then, watching the other party pull out seven or eight drones of various designs from under the table like Doraemon and line them up on the floor, a mysterious sense of anticipation welled up in his heart.