Chapter 270 Air Force Standards Belong to Yes!

Imperial Capital, Liu Jianguo's office.

Looking at the two lines of skeptical, even slightly 'are you an idiot' messages sent from the other side on the screen.

'Fishing Rod Manufacturer: Brother, aren't your requirements a bit too high? Is this even a Fishing Rod?'

'Fishing Rod Manufacturer: Let's just say, are you sure you didn't send the wrong data? Or are you playing a joke on me?'

Liu Jianguo's face, which had originally been beaming with the pride of 'pointing out the world's problems,' instantly turned the color of a pig's liver.

That feeling.

It was like a middle-aged man bragging excitedly at a dinner table, only to have a child at the next table loudly point out that his fly was unzipped.

His cheeks burned.

It felt like he had been slapped hard in public.

The teacup in Liu Jianguo's hand wobbled, and a few drops of hot tea splashed onto the back of his hand, making the corners of his mouth twitch violently from the burn.

'It's over...'

'I bragged too hard.'

Liu Jianguo's heart skipped a beat, and his scalp went numb.

He had just been following the train of thought of Elder Qian, dumping all the specs for the carbon fiber composite materials for the next generation of Air Force fighter jets out of his head.

That was T1000-grade carbon fiber!

That was for making the main load-bearing structures of fighter jets!

Used to make a Fishing Rod?

That was indeed a bit... too absurd.

'This is embarrassing.'

'I've exposed my ignorance.'

'Even though he runs a small business, he's an insider, and he saw right away that these data points were wrong.'

Liu Jianguo felt speechless. Looking at that dialog box, his fingers hovered over the keyboard, not knowing what to type for a long time.

Admit he was bragging?

Admit he was pretending to know something he didn't?

That was absolutely out of the question!

Brags made are like water spilled.

Especially in front of this Netizen with whom he had just established a feeling of 'high mountains and flowing water meeting a soulmate.'

Especially in front of this 'Fishing Rod Manufacturer' whom he greatly admired and felt had a lot of potential.

How could he admit defeat?

How could he say, 'Sorry, my brain just malfunctioned'?

Would he still be able to keep his persona as a 'Seasoned Old Angler'?

Would he still be able to keep his dignity as a 'knowledgeable big brother'?

You have to understand.

In middle age.

You can be broke, you can be bald, you can even have no physical strength.

But you absolutely cannot lose face!

Face is a middle-aged man's final line of defense!

'No!'

'I absolutely cannot admit that I was talking nonsense!'

'I have to find a way to smooth this over!'

Liu Jianguo took a deep breath, a flash of determination in his eyes.

He steeled his heart and decided to be stubborn to the end.

Since he had already boasted to the heavens, he might as well poke a hole in the sky!

He mobilized the linguistic arts he had honed over many years in the officialdom of making the dead sound alive, and his hands flew across the keyboard.

...

'Seasoned Old Angler: Brother, aren't you being an amateur here?'

He started with a rhetorical question to overpower the other party with momentum.

'Seasoned Old Angler: Why are these requirements high? Are these specs absurd? Not absurd at all!'

'Seasoned Old Angler: If you're going to build it, you have to build the best! Top-tier Fishing Rods these days are all about competing on materials and technology!'

'Seasoned Old Angler: Besides, the Air Force loves using this kind of Fishing Rod!'

He clicked send.

Looking at these few lines of forced explanation on the screen.

Liu Jianguo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling his heartbeat accelerate a little.

This damn thing...

This excuse was so far-fetched that even he felt it was a bit weak.

The Air Force uses this kind of Fishing Rod?

However, he immediately blinked.

'Wait, that's not right.'

'I didn't lie!'

'Think about it, what do Elder Qian and the others lack the most right now? Isn't it exactly this kind of high-performance carbon fiber composite material?'

'The Air Force dreams of having this kind of carbon fiber composite material; if they had it, their next-generation fighter jets would be set, and the wings could be lighter and stronger.'

'So, if this kid can really make a Fishing Rod with this carbon fiber material...'

'Then the technology represented by this Fishing Rod, wouldn't the Air Force love it?'

'Once the Air Force finds out, they would definitely be crying and begging to come buy it from you!'

'By then, forget about buying Fishing Rods, they'd probably even pack up the person who made the Fishing Rod and take them away!'

'So, is there anything wrong with me saying the Air Force likes to use them?'

'Absolutely nothing wrong!'

Although this Air Force is not that Air Force.

Thinking about it this way.

Liu Jianguo immediately felt his spine straighten.

The logic loop was closed!

He even felt a sense of pride in this perfectly logical 'lie,' feeling that he had both saved face and not technically lied.

'It still has to be me.'

Liu Jianguo picked up his teacup, took a blissful sip, and the previous embarrassment vanished.

Then, he sent another WeChat message to the other party.

'Seasoned Old Angler: If you can actually build it, it's definitely Air Force standard.'

The Air Force he was referring to here was actually just the Air Force, the branch of the military that flies in the sky.

...

Meanwhile.

Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory office.

Li Jiajun looked at the lines of text sent back on the screen, feeling a bit stunned.

'Seasoned Old Angler: The Air Force loves using this kind of Fishing Rod! If you can actually build it, it's definitely Air Force standard.'

Li Jiajun's mouth twitched.

'This brother...'

'Is he bullshitting me?'

'Air Force standard?'

'You say you're already in the Air Force, and you can't even catch a single fish, yet you still have such a high standard?'

Li Jiajun was speechless.

He felt the other party was trying to fool him, just making excuses for the bragging from before.

But.

Looking at the other party's firm tone, and recalling the professional competence the other party had shown before.

Li Jiajun began to have doubts.

'Could it be that I'm the one who is ignorant?'

'Or perhaps the Air Force are actually all super awesome anglers, but they just have bad luck so they can't catch anything, and Air Force standard is actually a super awesome standard?'

Li Jiajun rubbed his chin.

Although he felt this requirement was absurd, he had one advantage: he listened to advice.

Especially advice from a 'customer'.

Since this 'Seasoned Old Angler' said this was a top-tier standard and a future trend.

Then as a manufacturer aspiring to make a product that is 'absolutely safe' and 'absolutely easy to sell'.

Isn't it only natural to satisfy the customer's extreme demands?

'Fine.'

'Since you've said so.'

'Then I'll trust you this once.'

'It's just high parameters, right? It's just hard-to-get materials, right?'

'As long as you're not asking me to build an atomic bomb, anything is fine.'

Li Jiajun figured it out.

He felt that making the Fishing Rod stronger and bigger was better than being requisitioned.

Moreover, if he could really make a Fishing Rod with these parameters, wouldn't he be dominating this industry?

By then, he would be the Hermès of the Fishing Rod world, the Rolls-Royce of the Fishing Rod world!

Thinking of this, Li Jiajun didn't think the other party was bragging; instead, he felt the other party was offering guidance.

Therefore.

He typed a line on the keyboard and replied:

'Fishing Rod Manufacturer: Got it! Brother, since you've said so, I'll follow this standard!'

'Fishing Rod Manufacturer: Don't worry, I love challenging high-difficulty tasks. Once I make it, the first one will be yours to try out!'

After sending the message.

Li Jiajun felt full of energy.

He closed the QQ chat box and looked at the sky outside, which had already turned dark.

'Whew...'

'I have the direction, and I have the standard.'

'Next, it's just a matter of turning these absurd parameters into reality.'

He stretched, his joints popping with a crisp sound.

Then.

He turned his head and shouted at the door:

'Big Hammer!'

'You fat pig, get in here and get to work!'