Chapter 201: Curry Version of the Little Elf Appears Online

Somewhere.

Inside an office of a certain military industrial unit, the atmospheric pressure was very low.

Liu Jianguo had a dark face, darker than the bottom of a pot.

He stared unblinkingly at the tablet computer on the desk in front of him.

Although the tablet's screen had gone black, lines of white bullet comments were still slowly drifting across that black background.

"This fellow netizen, open the door, water meter inspection. Also, tell me, who told you just now that the Militia General was condemning Uncle Liu's logistics department for being incompetent? Speak slowly, I'm still chambering my bullet."

After sending this line of text, Liu Jianguo still felt his temples throbbing violently.

And in his mind, that Little Rascal's energetic roar, full of grief and indignation, still echoed:

"This matter has nothing to do with me!"

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

...

Snap!

Liu Jianguo slammed the fountain pen in his hand onto the table.

The tip of that fountain pen stabbed directly into the solid wood tabletop, instantly bending at a bizarre angle.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing was heavy, and the hot air blowing out of his nostrils seemed capable of igniting the documents in front of him.

"Pitfall?"

"Me?"

Liu Jianguo pointed at his own nose and laughed out of anger, his laughter carrying a chill:

"That Little Rascal... he said I'm a pitfall?"

"And he wants me to pay for emotional distress?"

"And he wants to demand an explanation from me?"

Standing nearby organizing documents, the secretary Xiao Zhao was so frightened by his leader's murderous self-muttering that his hands trembled, nearly spilling the documents in his arms all over the floor.

He shrunk his neck, trying his best to reduce his presence, for fear of being burned by this nameless fire.

At this moment, Liu Jianguo felt incredibly wronged in his heart.

Who was he?

He was the top leader of a certain military industrial unit, a respected veteran senior!

For that troublemaker Li Jiajun, how much worry had he spent? How much hair had he lost? How many bottles of quick-acting heart-saving pills had he eaten?

And the result?

Now it's just great; in that kid's mouth, he had become a 'treacherous official' who sent the wrong parameters, pointed in the wrong direction, and even needed to be purged from the ruler's side?

*Huff... huff...*

Liu Jianguo panted heavily; he really wanted to refute it.

He wanted to rush into the livestream room, grab Li Jiajun by the ears, and tell the whole world loudly: This old man did it to save him!

But.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to call that kid who didn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth.

His hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His originally angry expression also froze on his face.

Because he suddenly realized something.

A fact that he couldn't refute, and even made him feel a bit in the wrong.

'Wait.'

'Tracing back to the root... this "robot dog" incident, it seems... it really was caused by my own slip of the hand when I mistakenly sent the file?'

Liu Jianguo blinked his eyes twice.

Back then, if he hadn't been overwhelmed by the difficult task of the four-legged robot, and if he hadn't been distracted by Li Jiajun's harassing phone calls.

He wouldn't have mistakenly sent that top-secret file containing core parameters to Li Jiajun.

If he hadn't sent that file, Li Jiajun wouldn't have built "Wangcai."

If "Wangcai" hadn't been built, there wouldn't have been the subsequent orders from armed organizations, let alone the current "Militia General" crying out about grievances.

The logic was a closed loop.

The corners of Liu Jianguo's mouth twitched frantically.

'So... I really have to take the blame for this?'

'What kind of mess is this!'

"It seems I must take action this time."

He turned off the livestream, and while muttering to himself, he walked to the windowsill and lit a cigarette.

At this moment, his thoughts were surging.

He felt that it was only because he hadn't taken action before that Little Li's toy factory was requisitioned again; if he took action, it would be the ultimate move.

At this time, it was dusk outside the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the office, stretching his figure by the windowsill very long, making him appear exceptionally tall.

The light outlined his broad shoulders and straight spine.

He stood there with a cigarette in one hand and the other hand behind his back, looking at the rolling mountains outside the window with an unfathomable expression on his face.

This was the posture of a lonely master.

It was also the overbearing aura of someone about to come out of seclusion and sweep through the martial arts world.

In fact, he was just posing.

But it was undeniable that at this moment, Liu Jianguo's aura had indeed changed.

He was no longer that elder who carried a thermos and ate heart-saving pills all day.

But a big shot who once commanded the winds and clouds and made countless technical problems bow their heads.

'This time, I'm going to get serious.'

Liu Jianguo said silently to himself in his heart.

If he didn't show some real skill, he really wouldn't be able to suppress that "Militia General."

He rapidly searched through various projects in his mind.

Projects that were for civilian use, safe, had technical barriers so high that Li Jiajun couldn't modify them recklessly, and could simultaneously utilize the kid's talent.

He was going to personally take charge and design a perfect "cage" for Li Jiajun.

A project that was truly, absolutely, and thoroughly safe to the point where it could not possibly have any connection to the military industry again.

He would use his decades of professional knowledge and deep understanding of technical paths to completely lock down all of Li Jiajun's "criminal paths."

He'd make it so he couldn't change it even if he wanted to, and couldn't find a place to install weapons even if he tried!

Regarding this, he was very confident.

Extremely confident.

Because, don't look at his current appearance as an old cadre who talks about principles and discipline all day.

But rewind thirty years.

He was actually a rascal who could cause trouble just as well as Li Jiajun, which was why the higher-ups handed Li Jiajun over to him for supervision.

Of course, in terms of research and development ability, he was at most a weakened version of Li Jiajun.

At this moment.

"Hmph."

Liu Jianguo looked at the setting sun outside the window, a confident and even somewhat "wicked" smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"Little Li, oh Little Li."

"Aren't you a genius of the unorthodox path? Fine, I'll let you see what it means to say the older ginger is spicier."

"I'll let you see... what a true ancestor of the unorthodox path is like."

...

At the same time.

A Curry Stick who was unwilling to reveal his name, after cramming up on Li Jiajun's relevant deeds, had a sudden flash of inspiration.