Chapter 207 New Account! Treating the Curry Man Like a Dog!

That crisp notification sound and the simple line of text on the screen were, at this moment, equivalent to a lifeline.

Rajesh's eyes, originally dull with despair, suddenly erupted with an astonishing brilliance the moment he saw the words "Factory Director Li has started streaming."

"He's streaming... He's streaming!"

He was like someone who had been electrocuted, springing up from his chair with such a violent motion that he even knocked over the chair behind him.

His hand, which had been preparing to grab a fake passport, was now trembling uncontrollably as it reached for the phone on the table.

Run away?

Run away, my ass!

The savior has arrived!

He grabbed the phone, his fingers too agitated to obey, inputting the wrong password several times before finally unlocking the screen.

He couldn't wait to open the TikTok app he had been staring at for seven days and seven nights, clicking into the livestream room he had set to "Special Attention."

He wanted to witness a miracle with his own eyes!

He wanted to learn from that Middle East man named Hassan and use money and sincerity to trade for the future of their Curry Country's aerospace industry!

...

Meanwhile, in Baishui City of the Eastern Country, Li Jiajun did not know that he was being treated as the final lifeline by a man far away on the South Asian subcontinent.

After shutting himself away for several days, he finally thought things through.

He felt that old guy Liu Jianguo was unreliable.

He promised to point out a bright path for him, but so many days had passed, and he hadn't done a damn thing.

'I still have to rely on myself.'

Li Jiajun sat up from his boss chair and perked up again.

He decided to start all over again!

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He wanted to completely cut ties with the title of Militia General. The name didn't sound like something a proper factory director should have; it was full of the stench of being requisitioned.

And to start over, the first step was to change his identity.

So, he opened the streaming software and skillfully switched to his small account that he had almost never used.

'Streaming with a small account means fewer fans, and it's peaceful.'

'This way, no one will be spamming Your Excellency, the General anymore.'

This thought popped into his mind, and he felt very satisfied with his good idea.

He discovered:

Huh, that's not right. How come I'm still on my main account?

"Bzzzz —"

The moment the stream started, the number of online viewers in the livestream room surged, skyrocketing from zero to hundreds of thousands in an instant.

Countless Netizens who smelled the scent rushed in like a tidal wave. The chat exploded instantly.

"Holy shit! He's alive!"

"Your Excellency, the General, you finally came online!"

"Militia General, you finally remembered us fans who were waiting hungrily?"

Looking at that familiar ID, looking at the screen full of "Militia General," Li Jiajun's face turned green.

'Damn it!'

He cursed in his heart.

Without even thinking, he pressed the end stream button heavily again.

"Snap!"

The livestream room, which had been lit for less than three seconds, went black again instantly.

This sudden operation completely baffled the hundreds of thousands of Netizens who had just rushed in.

Everyone stared at the pitch-black screen and the lone line of text floating on it, "Streamer has gone offline," and collectively fell silent.

A few seconds later.

The chat exploded with countless question marks like a geyser.

"???"

"I just got here, and it's already over?"

"What is the Streamer doing? Coming online just to prove he's still alive?"

"Something's not right, there's something fishy here! Is Your Excellency, the General conducting some kind of secret exercise?"

"Hahaha, I think I saw the Streamer's face turn green earlier. Did he slip and click the wrong thing?"

Just as the Netizens were discussing it, an old fan spoke the truth in one sentence.

"family, don't panic! I suspect the Streamer wanted to stream on his small account, but logged into the wrong one! Everyone, quickly go check the Main Streamer's small account!"

"Right, right, right! Let's go watch the small account!"

"Let's go! Let's go capture that factory director who wants to turn over a new leaf!"

...

A few seconds later.

Li Jiajun took a deep breath and started the stream again.

This time, he checked repeatedly to confirm that he was indeed logged into that small account with only two-digit followers.

Looking at the few lonely people in the livestream room, he nodded with satisfaction and let out a long sigh of relief.

'Finally, I can have some peace.'

This thought popped into his mind.

However.

Before he had even finished exhaling that breath, and before he could gather his emotions to say his first word.

The number of online viewers in the top left corner of the livestream room began to soar crazily at a terrifying speed.

One hundred...

One thousand...

Five thousand...

Ten thousand!

In just a few seconds, this small account livestream room, which originally only had single-digit viewers, instantly broke ten thousand, and was growing at an even faster speed.

Li Jiajun was stunned on the spot. He stared blankly at the constantly jumping numbers, feeling as if his brain had stopped working.

He opened his mouth and subconsciously asked the question he couldn't figure out the most:

"No... how did you guys find this small account of mine?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the chat gave a neat, uniform, and mocking answer.

"Streamer, your main account only has this one small account in its mutual follows, and the ID is called 'Factory Director Li Wants to Turn Over a New Leaf.' Who doesn't know that?"

"Hahahaha! Main Streamer, do you think you hid yourself very well?"

"Want to turn over a new leaf? Too late! Once a Militia General, always a Militia General!"

...

Looking at these comments, Li Jiajun completely lost it. He felt speechless, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

"Factory Director Li Wants to Turn Over a New Leaf," my ass! When he first came up with this name, he just thought about it casually and felt it was quite interesting.

Who could have thought that this would actually become evidence of his exposure!

He forcibly pulled himself together and silently comforted himself in his heart: 'It's okay, it's okay, changing accounts is a fresh start; it has nothing to do with whether they can find me or not.'

However, he still felt a little speechless about being found on his small account instantly by this group of omnipotent Netizens.

He sighed, and subconsciously read his inner monologue out loud as if it were a narration:

"Sigh, these stupid Netizens, they can find anything except a girlfriend!"

As soon as these words were out, the livestream room went silent for a second. Immediately after, the chat was flooded with massive amounts of question marks and angry roars.

"???"

"First of all, I didn't provoke you!"

"That's too much, Streamer!"

"Damn! I feel offended!"

"That hurts, buddy! You can insult my character, but you cannot insult the fact that I don't have a girlfriend!"

"Unfollowing, unfollowing."

"Wait, did you say your inner thoughts out loud again?"

The chat here was hot and lively. But this was miserable for Rajesh, who was far away in Curry Country.

He had just clicked into the livestream room. Then, before he could do anything, he discovered that Li Jiajun had gone offline.

'Wait? What's going on?' He refreshed it several times, unwilling to give up, but this Factory Director Li's livestream room remained offline.

'What's happening?'

'Where is he?'

Rajesh was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

After all, he wasn't an old fan of Li Jiajun, so he had no idea about the small account, let alone where to find it.

He just watched his lifeline flicker before his eyes and then disappear.

(PS: A bit stuck on writing, but I've cleared up the subsequent plot. Tomorrow, we officially enter the rhythm!!!!)