Chapter 25 Shipment! Go and amaze (bombard) Zhong Dong, my work of art!

The packing work was completely finished, and it was already afternoon.

The fleet from the international logistics company that Li Jiajun had contacted appeared at the factory gate right on time.

Leading the way was a fierce-looking red heavy-duty truck with a gleaming cabin, followed by several equally massive flatbed trailers.

As these steel beasts, accompanied by the low rumble of their engines, slowly drove into the dilapidated toy factory filled with the atmosphere of the 1980s, the stark visual contrast between modern industry and the backward factory building made the viewers in the live stream room exclaim in wonder once again.

"Holy cow! This logistics company looks very professional! The truck is so well-maintained and shiny!"

"That cabin is insanely cool! I feel like one step on the gas could send me and my house deed flying."

"Class! This is the class of an artist! Even the logistics have to be top-tier!"

The person in charge of the fleet was a dark-skinned, sturdy middle-aged man. He jumped down from the lead truck, first handed Li Jiajun a cigarette, and then began to direct his crew and the factory workers to work together.

Under the director's instructions, the workers began using the factory's old but still sturdy crane to hoist the containers, each printed with the massive Li Family Toy Factory logo, one by one onto the trailers.

Each hoist was accompanied by the strained roar of the crane's engine and the "creak" of the steel cables tightening. The workers' faces were filled with pride and joy. This was no longer just a simple batch of goods; it was the hope they had created with their own hands, the hope that would allow their families to live a good life.

Li Jiajun did not continue streaming the loading process; instead, he stood at the factory gate with his hands in his pockets, watching it all quietly.

He felt that at this moment, he was not like a factory director, but more like an old father, watching with reluctance and pride as his daughter, about to be married far away, put on her wedding dress and prepared to embark on a new journey.

'Sigh, the feeling of marrying off a daughter must be just like this,' a thought surfaced in his mind, 'a little empty inside, but even more anticipation—anticipation that she can carve out her own world out there.'

The loading process lasted nearly an hour.

When the last container was securely fixed to the trailer, the fleet leader trotted up to Li Jiajun and handed him a thick shipping manifest.

"Factory Director Li, the goods are all loaded. There are X containers in total. Please check them, and if there are no problems, sign here, and we will set off."

Li Jiajun took the manifest, glanced at it casually, and then with a flourish, signed his name on the receipt line with sweeping strokes.

He handed the manifest back, then patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, his expression suddenly becoming incredibly serious.

Seeing this expression, the fleet leader, whose surname was Liu, subconsciously straightened his body, thinking there was some important matter to be instructed.

Li Jiajun took a deep breath and instructed in an unprecedented, extremely solemn tone:

"Master Liu, I leave this job in your hands."

He paused, looking at the other person with sincere eyes.

"On the way, drive slowly and steadily. The things inside are all artworks, very precious. If they get damaged," Li Jiajun changed the subject, a hint of tragedy appearing on his face, "I'll have to dance suggestive dances to pay off the debt!"

Master Liu was stunned for a moment, not having reacted yet.

Li Jiajun pointed at him and added in an even more tragic tone: "Don't look at me with that look; when the time comes, you'll have to dance too!"

"Pfft—"

The corners of Master Liu's mouth twitched violently, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. He had been in this business for over a decade, and this was the first time he had heard such a threat.

The Netizens in the live stream room went instantly crazy with laughter.

"Hahahaha! 'You have to dance too,' what the hell! Master Liu looks completely bewildered!"

"Damn, Main Streamer, your train of thought is truly unique! Is this how you threaten people, so uniquely?"

"I think you just want to be a suggestive Streamer! You always have dancing suggestive dances on your lips!"

Master Liu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Looking at Li Jiajun's deadpan face, he finally could only nod heavily and squeeze out a sentence: "Don't worry, Factory Director Li! I promise not to dance! No, wait, I promise to deliver it safely and steadily!"

After saying that, he turned and fled back to the lead truck as if escaping.

With a deep, resonant blast of the horn, the massive fleet began to slowly start moving.

Li Jiajun and all the workers who had spontaneously gathered at the factory gate waved goodbye to the fleet. The scene didn't look like delivering goods; it looked more like sending off heroes going to war.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire factory in a warm golden hue, and also stretched Li Jiajun's shadow very, very long.

He watched the fleet disappear at the end of the road, then let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that all the burdens weighing on his heart had finally been lifted at this moment.

It was done.

From a toy factory on the verge of bankruptcy to taking on a multi-million order, and then to a successful delivery.

This short week had been more exciting than the first half of his life combined.

He turned around, picked up the live streaming phone again, and looking at the live stream room, which still had undiminished popularity, a look of relief appeared on his face.

"Alright family, this order is officially and successfully completed!"

He paused, watching the "Congratulations Main Streamer!" and "Main Streamer is awesome!" scrolling across the screen, and the smile on his lips gradually became a bit mischievous.

He started his signature narration-style roasting again.

He cleared his throat and, in a lighthearted yet slightly compassionate tone, began to mutter to the air:

"This time, the Streamer has reached the pinnacle of life. However, seeing everyone so happy for me, I feel a bit conflicted. After all, there wouldn't really be anyone who is still struggling, watching the Streamer make money while not earning a single penny themselves, right?"

These words, like a precise scalpel, ruthlessly, accurately, and deeply pierced into the fragile hearts of every worker in the live stream room.

The style of the bullet comments instantly shifted from congratulations to wailing.

"Damn! It's here, it's here! He's here! He's coming with his damn narration!"

"He's doing it on purpose! He's definitely doing it on purpose! I just wanted to praise you, and you start stabbing my heart, right?"

"Wuwuwu... stop scolding, stop scolding! I'm that struggling person who can't earn a single penny! I really have to go to work tomorrow! I'm that ox, I'm that horse!"

"Streamer, you're not human! How can you say the quiet part out loud! Don't we have any dignity!"

Amidst the wailing, a bullet comment full of resentment quietly floated by.

"I've seen through it! The Streamer is just a pure troll, taking pleasure in stabbing the hearts of us poor brothers! He's hopeless, everyone disperse, unless..."

Another bullet comment immediately picked up the topic: "Unless justice descends from the heavens! Brothers, I'm casting a vicious curse here: I curse the Main Streamer to be invited by the relevant authorities to check the water meter!"

This proposal seemed to ignite a powder keg, immediately causing countless Netizens to resonate and agree.

"Yes! Check his water meter! Let him know how deep the resentment of us workers is!"

"This curse is good! I second it! Must check! Let him taste the feeling of being clocked in at work too!"

"Hahaha, I like this! Check water meter plus one! Best if it's checked tomorrow!"

"It's a divine prophecy; waiting for the Main Streamer to be invited to drink tea! When that time comes, we will collectively visit him in prison and say one sentence to him: Main Streamer, look, happiness is just that simple!"

Li Jiajun looked at these gloating bullet comments on the screen, his mouth twitched, and he felt speechless.

'Check the water meter? What a joke,' a thought surfaced in his mind, 'I am an outstanding young entrepreneur who abides by the law and earns foreign exchange for the country, and you are actually cursing me to have my water meter checked? The mentality of this generation of Netizens is too dark.'

He shook his head, too lazy to argue with this group of poor brothers, and waved at the camera.

"Alright, I won't chat with you anymore. I, the Streamer, am going to enjoy my simple and unadorned life of a rich person. Everyone, goodbye until we meet again."

After saying this, amidst a flurry of "Don't go" and "Chat with us for another fifty cents," he decisively cut off the live stream.

Then, he couldn't help but think of the Netizens' words about checking the water meter.

"Strange, why do I care so much about this?"

He muttered strangely.