Chapter 217 Let the Bullets Fly for a While! Curry's Traditional Skills

Countless new ideas erupted in his mind like a spring.

He slowly turned around and walked quickly back to the workshop.

After two epiphanies, he suddenly had more ideas.

Then, he searched for the news from the Curry side.

...

Over the next few days.

The production line of the Li Family Toy Factory, after some "magic modification" by Li Jiajun, was once again in full swing.

In that cyberpunk-style automated workshop, robotic arms waved and sparks flew.

The Netizens in the livestream room watched every day like they were following a TV series, seeing those sci-fi-looking, exquisitely patterned toy sky rockets come off the assembly line one by one.

"I have to say, although the Main Streamer is usually quite unreliable, there's really nothing to criticize about this craftsmanship."

"Yeah, look at the dragon scale pattern on the casing; it looks like a work of art."

"Fifty thousand yuan each? Honestly, with this workmanship alone, I think it's worth the price."

Li Jiajun looked at the bullet chat and didn't say much.

Seven days later.

All one thousand toy sky rockets were produced and neatly packed into special shockproof boxes.

Looking at the mountain-like pile of goods, Li Jiajun wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Ship it!"

With a wave of his hand, several heavy trucks roared out of the factory area.

According to the contract, this batch of goods would be sent by land to a designated freight station at the border between the Eastern Country and the Curry Country.

As for the shipping costs?

That Rajesh, with the ID 'a curry person who loves to free ride', although his ID mentioned free riding, he was quite straightforward about the shipping costs, having already sent them along with the deposit.

This also gave Li Jiajun a slight, unrealistic fantasy about this international friend.

'Maybe, I really met a reliable Curry person this time?'

Such a thought emerged in his mind.

However, facts proved that in this world, some stereotypes exist because they are actually very accurate.

...

One day later.

The logistics information showed that the goods had arrived at the border freight station and had been successfully signed for by the buyer.

Li Jiajun sat in his office, holding his phone, preparing to contact Rajesh to remind him to pay the remaining balance of twenty-five million.

"Hello? Rajesh, my brother?"

He dialed the number he had contacted before.

"Sorry, the user you are calling is currently on another call..."

Li Jiajun raised an eyebrow.

'Busy receiving the goods? Fine, I'll wait a bit longer.'

Half an hour later, he called again.

"Sorry, the user you are calling is currently on another call..."

Li Jiajun's mouth twitched.

'Still busy?'

Not believing it, he switched to a landline and called.

"Sorry, the phone you are calling is powered off."

Good grief.

This is a full-service combo of blocking and powering off.

Li Jiajun wasn't angry; instead, he had a calm "as expected" feeling.

He skillfully opened TikTok and searched for the ID 'a curry person who loves to free ride'.

The results page showed—

【This user has been deleted】.

Looking at that gray avatar and the words "Deleted," Li Jiajun was stunned for about 0.1 seconds.

Then, he laughed.

"Pfft."

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ran away?"

"He really ran away?"

"As soon as the goods are in hand, he immediately blocks, turns off the phone, and deletes the account. This sequence of actions is so smooth; he must be a repeat offender."

Li Jiajun shook his head, picked up his thermos, and took a slow sip.

To be honest, if the other party had actually honestly paid the balance, he might have felt a bit guilty.

After all, the thousand sky rockets he sent over, although they looked exactly like the design drawings and even had better workmanship.

But in reality, they were only semi-finished products, missing half of the parts.

It's like you bought a top-tier computer with all top-level hardware, but after being taken apart and put back together, at least half of the components were missing; it could still run during testing.

But after running for a while, it would immediately show a blue screen and crash.

Originally, Li Jiajun thought that if the other party was decent and settled the balance... well, from the beginning, deep down, he never intended to truly give the other party such heaven-defying technology.

After all, this technology is too awesome; giving it to a Curry Stick? That's an insult to technology.

But he would have at least given a usable version to let them hear a bang.

But now, the other party directly played the "zero-dollar purchase" game, even defaulting on the balance.

"Well, then you can't blame me."

Li Jiajun put down his thermos and started the livestream.

...

As soon as the livestream started, tens of thousands of Netizens who had been following the follow-up flooded in.

Everyone was most concerned about the result of this transaction.

"Main Streamer, Main Streamer, how is it? Did the Curry brother pay?"

"I think it's unlikely; the credit of Curry people, everyone who knows, knows."

"The Streamer's face looks okay; did he actually receive the money?"

Li Jiajun looked at that balance that would never be recovered; instead of being angry, he showed an "as expected" smile.

Facing the livestream camera, he pointed at that "Deleted" user interface and started his voice-over roasting mode:

"family, did you see that? A classic that lasts forever. The commercial credit of our Curry brother is just that stable. Luckily, I was prepared; otherwise, I would have lost even my underwear this time."

...

This scene immediately set the livestream room on fire.

Netizens looked at that deleted account and then at Li Jiajun's "everything under control" expression, and they instantly went crazy with laughter.

"Hahaha! The Streamer's prediction!"

"I feel sorry for the Streamer for a second, and then I laugh out loud. I know this script!"

"You're still laughing? The other party also got a bargain! Bought fifty million worth of goods for twenty-five million! And still free-rode half of it!"

"The one upstairs is too naive; didn't you hear the Main Streamer say? 'Luckily, I was prepared'! I bet there's definitely something wrong with the goods sent over!"

"I think the Main Streamer has gone crazy because he doesn't want to be requisitioned; even if he's taken advantage of by a Curry Stick, as long as he's not requisitioned, the Main Streamer doesn't care."

Li Jiajun looked at the screen full of teasing and didn't explain what the specific "preparation" was.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Let the bullets fly for a while.

Anyway, once those thousand sky rockets are in the hands of the Curry people, whether they can go off and how they go off will be entirely a matter of metaphysics.

'If they really dare to use these semi-finished products for some big move... that scene will definitely be beautiful.'

Such a thought emerged in Li Jiajun's mind, and the smile on his lips grew even wider.

However, none of this is the focus right now.

Since the business is "done," although the balance wasn't received, the deposit was already enough to break even and make a big profit.

He stretched, feeling completely relaxed.

Li Jiajun couldn't be bothered to chat with the Netizens anymore.

"Sigh, I'm not chatting with these Netizens anymore; they're idle, but I'm not." Involuntarily, he also spoke his inner thoughts out loud. Amidst a wave of Netizens' resentful bullet chats like "If you keep being so outspoken, I'll sue you for slander," "Slander! He's slandering me!", and "I haven't even finished my 'business' today and you say I'm idle?", Li Jiajun turned off the livestream and turned his gaze back to the computer screen.

There, it was stuck on the appeal page of Twitter's little black X.

This was the top priority he cared about most now.

Because of that incident before, that idiot Ugly Country froze his overseas assets.

"I don't have any damn overseas assets!"

Li Jiajun grumbled indignantly while typing on the keyboard.

But he did have one important "asset" that was banned—his X account.

That was his only window for following art and cultivating his temperament.

"They banned my X; now I can't even watch those talented, big, and white Young ladies."

While filling out the reason for appeal, he recalled those bloggers he used to follow, his heart filled with infinite regret and strong indignation toward the hegemonism of a certain Western power.

This was simply more unforgivable than defaulting on his balance.

"No, I must appeal to get it back!"

He prepared to appeal for his X account, determined to take back this spiritual home.

Meanwhile, on the Curry side, the bullets were still flying.