Chapter 200 Speak slowly, I'm still loading my gun.

"He cannot scam an honest man like this!"

"He must pay me compensation for emotional distress!"

Li Jiajun said these few sentences with resonance and force, as if he were truly the long-term laborer exploited by the landlord, standing on the moral high ground and making a tearful accusation.

He felt he was completely in the right.

"It's true, isn't it? You sent the parameters, you pointed out the direction, and now that something has gone wrong, everyone is blaming me. On what grounds?"

"Not only do I want compensation for emotional distress, but I also want compensation for lost wages!"

Li Jiajun was still indignantly accusing Liu Jianguo of being a "scammer" in the livestream room, completely unaware of how "treasonous" his remarks were.

However.

Listening to these increasingly outrageous and bold remarks, which had even begun to involve "extorting" high-ranking officials.

The Netizens in the livestream room completely broke down.

They felt their phones becoming hot to the touch, as if special police would burst through their doors the next second, dragging them and their phones away to be locked in that dark room where it is said not even a fly can fly into.

The livestream's chat completely exploded.

After the initial shock, the Netizens began frantically using various ways to express their "desire to survive."

The screen, which was originally filled with "666" and "hahaha," was instantly flooded with a uniform message filled with an aura of fear.

"I declare, this is only the Streamer's personal behavior and has nothing to do with us fans!"

"I declare, this is only the Streamer's personal behavior and has nothing to do with us fans!"

"I declare, this is only the Streamer's personal behavior and has nothing to do with us fans!"

Countless identical comments poured down like a waterfall, covering Li Jiajun's face.

Everyone was desperately trying to distance themselves, fearing that if they were a second too late, the cyber police uncle would crawl along the internet cable to check their water meter.

Following that, more creative life-saving comments poured out.

"Who is it? Who shoved this livestream into my phone?"

"I stumbled in by mistake! I didn't hear anything! My phone has a virus; it jumped to this livestream by itself!"

"Officer, I'm a law-abiding citizen. I just came to look at toys. I didn't expect this place to be a bandit's den!"

Li Jiajun looked at these dense declarations on the screen and frowned.

He didn't understand.

"What is wrong with this group of people?"

"Weren't they just quite lively? Why, as soon as we talk about serious business, do they all act like shrinking turtles?"

He felt a bit unhappy inside.

He felt that he was currently exposing the truth, pleading for the people, and resisting power (although this power was his Uncle Liu), and everyone should be supporting him.

"No, family, stop flooding the screen."

Li Jiajun said to the camera with a look of exasperation, "We have to be reasonable, right? Even though Uncle Liu is a leader, if he does something wrong, he has to take responsibility."

The Netizens in the chat were almost scared to death.

"Streamer, stop talking. Huh, why is there a red dot on my head?"

"That wouldn't be a laser sight from a sniper scope, would it? (Squinting smile)"

"Above, that red dot might not be a mosquito bite; it's a sniper measuring the wind speed."

"Someone just asked me if I wanted to eat a free bullet. May I ask what 'bullet' means?"

"Bullet? It seems the executioner responsible for shooting you has an accent."

Li Jiajun looked at the full screen of comments, seeing that everyone was not only not helping him speak but also playing with memes, and a huge sense of grievance welled up in his heart.

That feeling was just like him charging into battle in the front, only to turn around and find that his teammates hadn't just all run away, but had also closed the city gates, and were even shouting at the enemy from the city wall, "Sir, the person is over there!"

It was too hurtful.

It was too heartbreaking.

Li Jiajun took a deep breath, his eye sockets slightly red, both from anger and grievance.

He looked at the camera, his voice even trembling:

"No, you guys..."

"Why aren't you standing on my side?!"

"Do you have any sympathy left?"

"Who am I doing this for? Isn't it for our factory, to bring everyone more useful products?"

"Now that I've been scammed by Uncle Liu, it's one thing that you don't help me speak, but you also want to draw a line between us?"

"Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Li Jiajun's words were sincere and heartfelt, enough to make listeners sad and viewers shed tears... as if!

His "finishing blow" brought the joyful atmosphere in the livestream room to its peak.

Everyone laughed out loud.

"Hahaha! I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts from laughing! What the hell with the sympathy!"

"Streamer: Why won't you die with me? Netizens: Because we want to live!"

"Stand on your side? "Your Excellency, the General", do you have some misunderstanding of the word 'accomplice'?"

"Stand on your side to queue up for execution?"

"Militia General, it's fine if you want to rebel, but don't drag us common folks into it!"

"Exactly, exactly! You are the 'Militia General' who shakes Middle East and gives the Ugly Country Department of Defense a headache. How dare we stand by your side? We're afraid of being caught in the crossfire!"

Looking at the title "Militia General" being spammed in the chat again, along with the jokes about "queuing for execution."

Li Jiajun felt completely hopeless.

He slumped into that large boss chair, staring blankly at the camera. The exhaustion and helplessness that seeped from his bones caused the atmosphere in the livestream room to calm down just a little.

But he still felt very wronged.

"I'm having such a hard time."

"In this life, will I never be able to clear my name?"

Such a thought emerged in his heart.

He discovered that he seemed to be truly isolated.

The authorities ignored him, treating him like a troublemaker.

Now, even this group of Netizens who usually called him "family" every other sentence were frantically trying to draw a line between themselves and him.

This livestream, it's impossible to continue!

"Sigh..."

Li Jiajun let out a long sigh.

He didn't want to speak anymore.

He also didn't want to look at these comments that were giving him high blood pressure.

Since you don't believe me, and since you all think I'm guilty, then I will... I will end the stream!

I'm not playing with you anymore!

I'm going to find a place to draw circles by myself!

Thinking of this, Li Jiajun looked at the camera for the last time, and with an extremely hopeless but still slightly stubborn tone, emphasized once more:

"I'll say it again!"

"I am just an ordinary toy factory director!"

"This matter has nothing to do with me!"

"It's all the fault of that scammer Liu Jianguo!"

After speaking, like a wronged little wife, he reached out in a huff and pressed the "End Livestream" button heavily.

"Snap!"

The screen instantly turned black.

The livestream had ended.

However, the popularity in the livestream room did not dissipate because of the black screen.

On the contrary, because of Li Jiajun's final "tough" buck-passing declaration, the chat ushered in one last wave of climax.

Even facing the black screen, millions of Netizens were still frantically flooding the chat, as if conducting a grand farewell ceremony.

"Safe travels, "Your Excellency, the General"!"

"Thank you for your hard work, "Your Excellency, the General"! Remember to take your medicine on time!"

"Respectfully send the Militia General back to camp to rest!"

Right in the middle of this screen full of "Safe travels, General," suddenly, a seemingly naive new comment floated by:

"Huh, I'm late. I just heard that the Militia General was criticizing Uncle Liu's logistics department for being incompetent?"

"Ah, this, one dare not say that, my friend."

"Friend, open the door, we're checking the water meter. Also, tell me, who told you that the Militia General was just criticizing Uncle Liu's logistics department for being incompetent? Speak slowly, my bullet is still in the chamber."