Chapter 206 Holy crap! A success rate of 9999%? An ominous sign!

During the days waiting for Li Jiajun to start his stream, Rajesh, far away in Curry Country, had a very difficult time.

He felt like he was being roasted over a fire; every single minute and second was torture.

That deadly mission of launching sixteen satellites with one rocket was like a noose tightened around his neck, getting tighter by the moment.

His only lifesaver, the man he viewed as his last straw, had yet to show his face.

However, Rajesh was, after all, a technical bureaucrat who had survived for many years in an organization like ISRO; he hadn't placed all his hopes on someone else.

During these days of camping in the stream room, he hadn't given up on saving himself.

He pushed his group of scientists to optimize the existing rocket plan to the absolute limit.

Of course, optimization required time.

To get more time from The Director-General, who valued curry speed more than life itself, he had to pay a price.

So, once again, he braced himself and walked into the office of The Director-General, Singh, which was filled with the scent of luxurious spices.

There's no need to go into the specific details.

In short, when Rajesh emerged from that heavy mahogany door, he held a slip granting a one-month extension.

This small sacrifice was nothing compared to his life and career.

With this precious month, Rajesh immediately acted like a madman, keeping all the researchers pinned to their posts.

In the ISRO laboratory, that familiar scent wafted through the air again.

The smell of stale sweat, curry, and coffee mixed together—this was the scent of hard work.

Under immense pressure, the scientists began working tirelessly once more.

It was said that to keep their minds sharp, Rajesh specifically bought a new batch of Monitor Lizards from the black market. Unfortunately, within a few days, those lizards all died due to the extreme pressure.

In the words of one scientist: "The Monitor Lizards were being handled so much they almost developed a patina; they simply couldn't provide any more spiritual comfort."

After squeezing out the last drop of inspiration and pulling out every last hair, they finally came up with a brand-new technical improvement plan.

This was their last hope.

Since this new plan concerned the lives and careers of the entire team, Rajesh solemnly entered it into that supercomputer—the curry light.

He was going to perform another simulated launch.

...

ISRO, Central Control Hall.

On the large display screen, the blue bar representing the simulation progress was moving forward very slowly.

Rajesh stood before the console, staring intently at the screen, his eyes bloodshot.

He pressed his palms together against his forehead, chanting and praying to every deity he knew, especially some from the Eastern Country.

Like the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother of the West, and even the Jinx Star.

The scientists behind him were also holding their breath.

Time passed minute by minute.

The progress bar finally reached the end at a leisurely pace.

"Ding—"

A crisp notification sound rang out in the hall.

Simulation ended.

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on the center of the screen.

The next second, a row of giant green numbers suddenly jumped out.

[Simulation Ended]

[Estimated Launch Success Rate: 9999%]

Seeing this number, a soft cheer rang out in the silent hall, carrying the relief of having survived a disaster.

"We succeeded..."

"My God, it's a success!"

A few of the more emotional scientists even cried with joy and hugged each other.

To them, a success rate of 9999% was no different from 100%; it was practically a miracle!

However.

Amidst this faint celebration, Rajesh, standing at the very front, saw his face turn as dark as the bottom of a pot the moment he saw that number.

He spun around abruptly, looking at the team members who were still celebrating, his lips trembling as he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Idiots!"

"Are you guys idiots?!!!"

This curse caused the smiles of the Curry Country scientists to instantly freeze on their faces.

They looked at their superior in confusion, not understanding why he was angry.

What the hell was there to cheer about?

Rajesh felt his heart twitching.

He felt that working with these idiots would surely be the end of him.

9999%?

If it had been ten days ago, he might have been like these fools, thinking this was a sign of success.

But now, it was different.

After seven days and nights of high-intensity surfing on the Eastern Country's internet, neglecting sleep and food, Rajesh was no longer the simple tech geek he once was.

Now, he was half a meme king!

He knew better than any Curry person present what the number 9999 meant in the mysterious Eastern internet culture!

'9999... isn't that just another way of writing 6666?'

'And 9999 means 6 flipped over!'

The logic in Rajesh's mind suddenly clicked, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice hole.

'6 flipped... flipped... doesn't that mean "overturned"?!'

'An overturn, isn't that a launch failure?!'

As this thought surfaced, he felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet to his forehead, leaving him cold all over and his scalp tingling.

This was not a damn good omen.

"An ominous omen! The heavens want me dead!"

Rajesh looked at the glaring 9999% on the screen, feeling like his supercomputer was mocking him in a cruel way.

He was completely in despair.

He felt that even the heavens were using this method to hint that he was destined to fail.

He was utterly disheartened.

Dragging his heavy steps, he walked back to his office, his soul seemingly lost.

It was over.

Everything was over.

He couldn't count on Factory Director Li anymore.

Relying on his own side's technology was even more of a dead end.

Time to run.

This was the only choice.

He slumped powerlessly into his chair and reached out to pull open the bottom drawer of his desk.

Inside were the fake passport he had prepared long ago and some loose ugly yuan.

He prepared to pack his things and flee this country that had driven him to despair overnight.

However.

Just as his fingers were about to touch that fake passport.

"Ding-dong—"

A crisp and pleasant notification sound suddenly rang out from the phone on the desk.

The screen of the phone he had placed on the desk lit up.

Rajesh instinctively glanced at it.

On the lock screen of the phone, there lay a line of text he had been longing for for seven days and nights:

[The Streamer you follow, Little Factory Director Li, has started streaming!]