Chapter 265 Uncle Liu, who loves chatting on QQ, and Old Qian's phone call!

Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory, new factory office.

Looking at the WeChat message on his phone screen from "Shang Shan Ruo Shui (Uncle Liu)".

Li Jiajun's mouth twitched violently.

"Little Li, how have things been these past few days? Any progress on the fishing rod project? Surely it hasn't stalled, right?"

These words seemed like the concern of an elder.

But in Li Jiajun's eyes, this was clearly the "casting animation" for some mysterious power.

"This old guy..."

"Why is he at it again?"

Li Jiajun was speechless, even feeling a bit of scalp-tingling dread.

He was now terrified of Liu Jianguo, avoiding him like the plague.

After rigorous deduction by his brain and official certification from his Heaven-Defying Comprehension Panel.

He had reached an unshakeable truth:

Uncle Liu countered him!

As long as Uncle Liu knew his real progress, as long as Uncle Liu participated even slightly in his project.

Even if it was just asking a question in passing.

Then, this originally innocent and harmless project would likely run wild like an unbridled dog, hurtling towards some indescribable requisition.

For the sake of his peaceful life in the future, to be a happy, wealthy man.

He absolutely could not tell the truth!

He had to implement the strictest information blockade!

He even had to engage in strategic deception!

Li Jiajun tapped his fingers rapidly on the screen.

He didn't want to talk more with this weird guy; every extra word felt like planting a landmine in his own future.

So.

He replied with three words, very perfunctorily:

"No ideas."

After sending it, he threw the phone aside and continued staring at the "Fishermen Never Air Force" QQ group on his computer screen.

Chatting with these pure fishermen was so much more comfortable.

No scheming, no national affairs.

Just pure Air Force, and pure joy.

Meanwhile.

Imperial Capital, a certain military industry unit.

Liu Jianguo was sitting behind a large desk, holding a thermos, his eyes fixed on the phone placed on the table.

When the screen lit up, showing Li Jiajun's reply.

He immediately picked it up to look.

"No ideas."

Just three short words.

Simple, direct, even reeking of a "giving up" attitude.

If it were before, or if any other subordinate dared to reply to him like this, Liu Jianguo would have called them over for half an hour of ideological education.

But at this moment.

Looking at these three words.

Liu Jianguo felt like he had heard the most beautiful music in the world.

"Whew..."

He let out a long breath, his whole body slumped against the back of the chair as if his bones had been removed.

A look of relief appeared on his face.

"No ideas is good..."

"No ideas means no trouble."

"No trouble means no disasters."

"No disasters means I don't need to take quick-acting heart-saving pills."

Perfect!

Liu Jianguo felt every cell in his body relax.

At this moment, he felt the sky was so blue, the air so fresh, and even the bare branches outside the window looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

You know, he had been on pins and needles these past few days.

Fearing that kid would come up with some new trick. Of course, it wasn't that the tricks were bad—after all, they could promote national development—but his little heart couldn't take it.

Now it was fine.

That kid had finally hit a bottleneck, finally having no ideas like a normal person.

This also indirectly confirmed his previous judgment—the fishing rod project was indeed the right choice! Absolutely safe!

"It seems I can finally have a few days of peace for a while."

Liu Jianguo was in a great mood.

He stretched out widely, his joints popping with crisp sounds.

Then, he picked up his teacup, gently blew the tea leaves on top, and actually began humming an unknown tune.

"Ah..."

"Nothing to do today, time to hit the brothel for some tunes!"

He shook his head and sighed with emotion.

Of course.

This was just him talking, just satisfying his craving for words.

As an old cadre who had been educated by the Party for many years, discipline was carved into his bones.

Going to a place like a brothel?

That would be a serious violation of discipline!

Even if he had eight times the courage, he wouldn't dare go, not to mention he didn't have that kind of desire.

What he meant by "listening to music" was at most going home, turning on the radio, listening to a couple of Beijing opera segments, or listening to the news broadcast in his office.

But this didn't stop him from using this ancient, cheeky phrase to express the leisure and comfort in his heart at this moment.

And he had recently added a new activity: chatting on QQ.

Just as he was lost in thought.

"Ring, ring, ring—!!!"

A burst of phone ringing sounded in the quiet office without warning.

This ringtone was not for the phone he used for private matters.

It was the secure line!

It was an encrypted video call that only rang when a major emergency occurred or when extremely high-level leaders needed him!

The relaxed expression on Liu Jianguo's face froze instantly.

The atmosphere of "peaceful years" shattered into pieces instantly.

His heart skipped a beat.

"No way?"

"I just said nothing to do today, and now something comes up?"

"Is my mouth blessed or something?"

He swallowed his saliva, feeling his scalp tingle.

He took a deep breath.

He glanced at the name on the caller ID.

Liu Jianguo's pupils shrank violently.

It wasn't some supreme leader.

But the weight of this name, to some extent, was no less than that of a leader.

It was actually—Qian Zhengming!

Elder Qian!

The aerospace titan who had pointed at his nose and scolded him in the warehouse of the Li Family Toy Factory, making him afraid to talk back!

He was also the big shot who had been completely broken by Li Jiajun's single remark of "poor relative"!

"Why is he video calling me at this time?"

The call connected.

On the screen appeared Elder Qian's familiar, slightly aged face.

However.

At this moment, Elder Qian did not look as spirited as he did at the Li Family Toy Factory.

The background was his office.

But he wasn't sitting in a comfortable chair; instead, he was hunched over his desk, surrounded by piles of messy documents, blueprints, and experimental reports.

It was as if he were buried in a mountain of books.

Elder Qian's hair was messy, as if he had just been pulling at it, and his brows were tightly locked together, forming a deep "Chuan" shape.

His eyes revealed a deep sense of exhaustion and anxiety.

"Elder Qian, what is this..."

Liu Jianguo asked cautiously.

Elder Qian looked up, glanced at Liu Jianguo through his thick reading glasses, and sighed.

"Little Liu."

Elder Qian's voice was a bit hoarse.

"I am... worried."

It turned out.

Since returning from the Li Family Toy Factory last time, Elder Qian had devoted himself entirely to developing the high-strength carbon fiber composite materials for the Eastern Country's next-generation stealth fighter.

This was the skeleton of the fighter, the skin of the fighter, and the key that determined the upper limit of the fighter's performance.

Originally, they thought that with the material technology obtained from the robot dog from Li Jiajun, plus their previous accumulation, they should be able to make a breakthrough soon.

But reality hit them hard.

In the laboratory.

Report after report lay before them, all "not up to standard."

Not strong enough!

High-temperature resistance fluctuated too much in extreme environments!

Fatigue resistance tests failed!

This series of problems were like tigers blocking their path, firmly standing in front of Elder Qian and his team.

No matter how they adjusted the formula or optimized the process, several core indicators remained stuck at an awkward position, refusing to improve.

These past few days, Elder Qian couldn't eat well or sleep well, and his hair was falling out in handfuls.

He felt like he was groping in a pitch-black tunnel, with a thick wall in front of him.

Just a moment ago.

He had looked at the latest failure report again, his mood irritable to the extreme.

He rubbed his temples, thinking back and forth, and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

That young man in Baishui City who drew the "Dandelion Protocol" on the whiteboard.

That Militia General who could always solve the most cutting-edge problems in the most outrageous ways.

"That kid..."

"Although that kid has a sharp tongue and is a bit weird."

"But his brain is really good."

"And he can always come up with some strange things."

"What if..."

"What if that kid is also researching some new materials recently?"

"What if he has some new breakthroughs?"

Holding this mentality of desperation, or perhaps some subconscious intuition.

Elder Qian dialed Liu Jianguo's phone.

"Little Liu."

Elder Qian didn't waste any words and asked straight to the point:

"What is that Little Factory Director Li busy with lately?"

"Is he working on any new inventions?"