Chapter 241 Meeting Poor Relatives Again!

Faced with the absurd reality before him, where someone could derive the Starlink algorithm just by blowing on a Dandelion, all language seemed so pale.

So powerless.

Qian Zhengming could only stare blankly.

Looking at that young man who was wearing an expression begging for praise, his mind went blank.

He stood stiffly before the whiteboard; the dignity and composure that represented the nation's highest scientific achievements were now completely gone.

His mouth was slightly agape, his eyes fixed intently on those few simple formulas, as if they were some mysterious runes from outer space.

His whole being seemed to have been instantly drained of its soul.

At this moment, the old man who had propped up half of the Eastern Country's aerospace industry completely fell into a deep, soul-touching self-doubt.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What on earth have I been studying my whole life?"

"Why does my system engineering, which I am so proud of, and the control theory I hold as the gold standard, seem so clumsy in the face of this young man's Dandelion?"

This feeling was like a master who had practiced peerless swordsmanship his entire life and finally emerged from seclusion after mastering the ultimate technique.

But as soon as he stepped out, he saw a child playing with mud by the roadside, casually picking up a twig and unleashing a sword aura that surpassed human limits, splitting the clouds in the sky.

That disparity.

That feeling of absurdity.

Was enough to make any normal person's sanity snap.

And at this moment.

Watching Qian Zhengming's expression, as if he had been struck by lightning and his worldview had shattered all over the ground.

Li Jiajun did not feel the satisfaction of having intimidated a titan.

On the contrary.

He blinked, the smile on his face seeking praise gradually stiffened, then slowly faded, turning into a faint, barely perceptible disappointment.

Even a hint of sympathy.

Yes, sympathy.

Because he was too familiar with this expression.

Really too familiar.

It was the same expression those so-called Experts had when they saw his toys.

And this person before him, whom Uncle Liu had bragged about as being a god-like figure, a patriarch-level aerospace titan.

Without exception.

They would all show this expression when they saw his little inventions.

This daze, this shock, this reaction as if they had never seen the world before.

Sigh.

Li Jiajun sighed silently in his heart and gently capped the marker in his hand.

He had originally thought that the true god Uncle Liu brought this time would be able to engage in a higher-dimensional, deeper, soul-searching technical discussion with him.

He had originally thought this old gentleman would be able to point out the shortcomings in his algorithm or offer some constructive suggestions for modification.

After all, the previous discussion about materials and engines was quite high-level.

But now it seemed.

A simple distributed networking protocol was enough to silence the old gentleman?

This mental fortitude was not up to par.

Li Jiajun looked at the dumbfounded Qian Zhengming, and then at Liu Jianguo, who was equally bewildered beside him.

A strong sense of disparity arose spontaneously.

He originally thought he was a King, but it turned out he was just a Silver-rank player still studying basic theory.

Li Jiajun shook his head, a trace of helplessness appearing in his eyes.

He turned around, picked up his thermos, and took a sip of water to hide his inner disappointment.

But finally, his poisonous little mouth couldn't help itself.

"Damn it."

"This is also just a poor relative," he said.

Crack.

It was as if something in the air had shattered.

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, or like a nuclear bomb thrown into a latrine.

It completely crushed the sanity of everyone present.

Qian Zhengming, who was still in a state of shock, suddenly swayed upon hearing these words and almost lost his footing.

His cloudy eyes were instantly filled with disbelief and confusion.

"Poor, poor relative?"

"Me?"

"Qian Zhengming?"

"A titan of the Eastern Country's aerospace industry?"

"Called a poor relative by this kid?"

And Liu Jianguo, standing to the side.

At this very moment.

His facial muscles began to twitch crazily, at a frequency so fast it was like he had Parkinson's disease.

His old face swelled to the color of a pig's liver, then quickly turned pale, and finally settled on a kind of colorful black.

Really.

Liu Jianguo felt his blood pressure skyrocket to 380 in that instant.

He had originally thought!

He had originally thought with full confidence!

This time, having invited the great god Qian Zhengming, this national treasure, he would finally be able to suppress Li Jiajun's limelight.

He would finally be able to let this kid know what it meant to be humble and that there were people better than him.

When Qian Zhengming pointed out the semi-finished product earlier, he was secretly pleased, feeling that he had finally turned the tables.

But what happened?

It hadn't even been half an hour!

Qian Zhengming had been shown up to the point of autism by this kid's Dandelion algorithm!

Not only was he shown up to the point of doubting life.

In the end, he was also branded with the stamp of a poor relative by this kid in an extremely disappointed and disgusted tone!

"What kind of plot development is this?"

"Is this reasonable?"

Liu Jianguo looked at Li Jiajun's expression—that 'sigh, how boring, another person who hasn't seen the world'—and only felt speechless, even wanting to cry.

He felt he had been flexed on again.

And it was a flex in a way he couldn't predict or defend against at all!

"How is this inviting a god to suppress a demon?"

"This is clearly sending a god to be humiliated by a monster!"

"Poor relative."

Liu Jianguo chewed on these two words in his heart, feeling that each word was like a loud slap on his own face, and also on the face of the entire Eastern Country's scientific research community.

So, the technology that is unreachable in our eyes is just a sense of superiority of the rich looking at the poor in your eyes, Li Jiajun?

"Just how heaven-defying do you have to be, you brat!"

And in the corner of the office.

As a witness to all this.

As the loyal manager of Li Family Toy Factory and Li Jiajun's number one fan.

The one who looked like a bighead carp, Wang Dachui.

Was currently widening his not-so-large eyes, his mouth open wide enough to fit a fist.

He looked at his boss.

Watching his boss just casually draw a few pictures, say a few words about some Dandelion, and leave that old man who looked so impressive—and whom even Leader Liu had to respect—unable to speak.

And in the end, he even lightly threw out the phrase "poor relative."

Wang Dachui's eyes changed.

The adoration within them was already overflowing, like the surging river water, endless, and like the flooding Yellow River, unstoppable.

"Awesome!"

"Too awesome!"

"This is my boss!"

"If even such a super scientist is a 'poor relative' in front of him, wouldn't my boss be... rich enough to rival a nation?"

"No, it's intelligence enough to rival a nation!"

Wang Dachui straightened his back, feeling a sense of honor, wishing he could go out right now and set off two strings of firecrackers to celebrate his boss's successful dimensional reduction strike once again.

His boss's casual flex was a height he couldn't hope to reach in this lifetime!

This was the highest realm of flexing he had always pursued.

The entire office fell into an extremely bizarre atmosphere.

Qian Zhengming's daze, Liu Jianguo's breakdown, Wang Dachui's fanaticism, and Li Jiajun's 'invincibility is so lonely' humblebrag.

Constituted a world-famous painting.

It's unknown how much time had passed when Liu Jianguo spoke.