Chapter 242 No, even you need nitroglycerin?

It was unknown how much time had passed before Liu Jianguo finally snapped out of his shock and speechlessness.

Looking at this pretentious, sharp-tongued brat.

Liu Jianguo took a deep breath.

He knew very well that he could not stay here any longer.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he would really kick the bucket right here today.

Even with quick-acting heart-saving pills in his pocket, he figured it would not be enough.

Therefore.

He used all his strength and exhaustedly squeezed out a few words:

"Requisitioned!"

"This Starlink Technology is also requisitioned!"

After saying that, he walked quickly toward the outside of the warehouse without looking back, his pace so fast it stirred up a breeze.

It was as if staying one second longer would cause his cardiovascular system to completely shut down and explode right on the spot.

He was truly scared.

Before, he was afraid this kid would cause trouble.

Now, he was afraid this kid was too capable.

This kind of psychological gap, this kind of roller coaster, who could handle it?

At this moment.

Expert Qian, who had been in a daze and had not fully recovered, finally reacted as he watched Liu Jianguo's frantic departure.

The old man subconsciously reached out his hand and could not help but shout:

"Little Liu, why are you walking so fast?"

Liu Jianguo, who was walking quickly ahead, heard this and paused slightly.

He thought the other party wanted to call him back to give a few more instructions, or perhaps to console Li Jiajun.

After all, if you are going to requisition someone's property, you have to console them a little.

Liu Jianguo was just about to turn around and say that this kid was already used to it, thick-skinned, and did not need consolation.

However.

Before he could speak.

He heard Expert Qian, in a tone that was both urgent and sympathetic, add the second half of the sentence:

"...You left me a quick-acting heart-saving pill!"

Gasp.

Liu Jianguo's steps came to a complete halt.

Li Jiajun was also stunned.

As it turned out, after Expert Qian's short time in contact with Li Jiajun, having experienced a series of blows from semi-finished products, real Experts, borrowing chickens to lay eggs, and poor relatives.

He also felt that his little heart was about to give out.

The stimulation was too great.

Li Jiajun stood there, listening to this conversation, his mouth twitching wildly.

He looked at the two big shots conducting their drug handover not far away, feeling speechless in his heart.

'Seriously...'

'Is it really that necessary?'

'I just made Starlink, did I not? I just borrowed a rocket, did I not?'

'Why do you make it sound like I am a biological weapon?'

He felt these two were ganging up to mock him, finding roundabout ways to belittle him.

But he had no evidence.

And looking at Expert Qian, clutching his chest, taking the medicine bottle and pouring it into his mouth, it seemed... it really was not an act.

Li Jiajun was speechless, feeling a bit wronged.

Not long after.

At the warehouse entrance.

Liu Jianguo was already gone, no one knew where he had hidden to calm down.

After taking his medicine, Expert Qian was also helped to the side lounge by several staff members.

At this moment, a young man in a suit and glasses ran over in a hurry.

It was Liu Jianguo's personal secretary, Little Zhao.

Little Zhao was holding a thick document, trotted all the way to Li Jiajun, and said breathlessly:

"Factory Director... Factory Director Li."

"This is what Director Liu asked me to give you."

"This is the supplementary requisition contract regarding that batch... um, regarding that Starlink Technology."

"There are also relevant compensation clauses. You... you take a look, if there are no problems, please sign it."

When Little Zhao spoke, his eyes were a bit shifty, and he did not dare to look Li Jiajun in the eye.

It was as if standing in front of him was not a person, but a human-shaped nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment.

Li Jiajun took the contract, and his mouth twitched again.

He looked up at the distance.

Through the warehouse window, he could see Uncle Liu, Liu Jianguo, sitting in the car outside.

The car windows were tightly closed, not even a crack left.

It was only a few dozen meters away, just a few steps, yet the other party would not come over in person?

Instead, he made his secretary, Little Zhao, run the errand to deliver the contract?

'How much does he not want to deal with me?'

'How scared is he of seeing me again?'

'Am I really that annoying?'

Li Jiajun complained frantically in his heart.

He felt he was being shunned by Uncle Liu, and it was the kind of shunning where one tries to avoid contact at all costs.

"Fine."

Li Jiajun sighed, picked up a pen, and did not look at it too closely.

Anyway, they were old acquaintances; he had signed such requisition contracts many times, and he was intimately familiar with the process.

"Swish, swish, swish."

He signed his name with a flourish.

"Here."

Li Jiajun handed the contract back to Little Zhao.

Little Zhao took the contract with both hands, as if receiving an imperial edict, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Factory Director Li, thank you, Factory Director Li."

Little Zhao thanked him repeatedly, then turned to leave.

The speed of his movement was exactly the same as Liu Jianguo's just now.

However.

Just as Little Zhao turned around and took a step.

Perhaps he was too nervous, or perhaps the movement was too wide.

"Clatter."

A crisp sound.

Something slid out of his suit pocket, fell onto the concrete floor, rolled a few times, and stopped right at Li Jiajun's feet.

Li Jiajun looked down.

Instantly.

His mouth began to twitch wildly again.

It was clearly a bottle of—

quick-acting heart-saving pills.

And it was a big bottle, the family value pack.

The air went quiet at that moment.

Little Zhao's body stiffened. He turned his head, looked at the medicine bottle on the ground, then looked at Li Jiajun, revealing an awkward but polite smile.

"That... spare, it is a spare."

Little Zhao explained with a dry laugh, scrambled to pick up the medicine bottle, shoved it back into his pocket, and ran off without looking back.

Watching Little Zhao's frantic fleeing figure.

Li Jiajun stood there, messed up in the wind.

'Uncle Liu taking them is one thing.'

'I can understand Expert Qian taking them.'

'Why does even a secretary carry this stuff around?'

'Damn it, has preparing a bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pills become the standard equipment for dealing with me now?'

Such a thought emerged in Li Jiajun's mind, and he felt his personality had been greatly insulted.

So my Li Family Toy Factory is just a heart attack manufacturing factory, right?

Talking to me for a few sentences is enough to make your hearts unable to take it, right?

"Sigh..."

Li Jiajun sighed deeply and shook his head.

Everyone else is drunk, while I alone am sober.

He looked down at the copy of the contract he kept in his hand.

When his gaze swept over one of the clauses, his originally depressed mood finally improved a little.

Party B, which is Li Family Toy Factory, on the premise of not involving national security secrets, has joint development rights and commercial usage rights for this technology...

Looking at this line, Li Jiajun felt a little comforted.

Although this time it was a requisition.

But it was not a complete requisition.

Because for this Starlink, in the contract, he had joint development rights with the national side.

That is to say.

He could still continue to use this Starlink.

As long as he did not leak those overly sensitive data, he could still use this network to do other things.

For example...

Provide online classes for children in remote mountainous areas?

Or provide a global positioning service for his next toy that has not even been conceived yet?

Thinking of this, Li Jiajun's mood became happy again.

Anyway, no matter what, this time, although he was shunned by Uncle Liu and the others, and although he was stamped as a poor relative again.

But at least, the thing was still his.

And, he also earned a considerable amount of patent fees, and there would be money every year in the future.

This wave was not a loss.

Li Jiajun closed the contract and looked outside the door.

The sky outside had already darkened.

This requisition turmoil, although the process was full of ups and downs and tasted like quick-acting heart-saving pills, could be considered settled.

At least, that is what he thought.

And he had already turned off the live stream, so the Starlink matter had not been leaked either.