Chapter 280 Is the technological accumulation among the common people really that high?

Liu Jianguo's office.

The light from the computer screen shone upon Liu Jianguo's face.

He had set the short, ten-second production video to loop continuously.

Once. Twice. Three times...

Liu Jianguo was like an Expert appraising an antique, wishing he could press a magnifying glass right against the screen to get a better look.

In the video, the black carbon fiber filaments, woven by the machine, took shape rapidly like flowing black liquid.

That unique texture, that eerie, cold luster.

Even through the screen, he could feel the industrial aesthetic rushing toward him.

"Gulp..."

Liu Jianguo swallowed, feeling his throat go a bit dry.

"This... this thing..."

"It looks a bit too professional, doesn't it?"

He muttered to himself.

Although he had been denying it in his heart, telling himself that this was definitely just for show, an effect created by paint.

However, as someone who had spent his whole life dealing with the military industry, there were some things—a kind of intuition, a certain spirit that one could discern at a single glance.

The feeling this Fishing Rod gave him was too similar to the cutting-edge prototypes he had seen in top-secret laboratories!

Even... more refined than those prototypes!

"T1100 grade strength..." "300 GPa modulus..." "200-degree heat resistance..."

The data he had spouted while bragging earlier echoed in Liu Jianguo's mind.

Each of these figures, taken individually, was the Mount Everest of the current field of materials science.

They were the difficult problems that Old Qian and his team of top-tier national scientists had turned their hair white over, losing countless strands, and were still struggling to overcome to this day!

If... if he had unfortunately hit the nail on the head, and this small manufacturer had really achieved these figures...

What would that mean? It would mean the national scientific research system was being crushed by a small, private workshop!

It would mean that all the hard work Old Qian and his team put into their research wasn't as effective as just coming to this QQ group to recruit people!

"Impossible!" "This is absolutely impossible!" "How could the accumulated technology among the populace be this awesome?"

Liu Jianguo shook his head violently, trying to drive this outrageous thought out of his mind.

This was simply an insult to the laws of science!

However, that highly automated production line in the video made him feel uncertain.

That conflict, that suspicion, felt like a hundred cats scratching at his heart.

"No, I have to ask clearly." "Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Liu Jianguo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable panic in his heart.

He placed his hands on the keyboard, hesitated for a moment, and finally typed out a line of text.

He had to confirm it.

【Seasoned Old Angler: Little brother, I've watched the video; it's truly shocking.】

【Seasoned Old Angler: However, I want to confirm, is this Fishing Rod of yours really made completely according to the requirements I mentioned before?】

Click send.

After sending it, Liu Jianguo stared intently at the screen, not even daring to blink, for fear of missing a single punctuation mark from the other party.

Meanwhile. Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory.

Li Jiajun was leaning back in his chair, holding a bottle of soda in his hand, looking at the message sent by the Seasoned Old Angler on the screen.

"Made completely according to the requirements you mentioned?"

Looking at this sentence, Li Jiajun was taken aback.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

He recalled those so-called Air Force standards that the old angler had mentioned before.

Strength of 6000 MPa? Modulus of 300 GPa? Temperature resistance of 200 degrees?

"Tsk..." Li Jiajun was speechless.

'This guy is really persistent.' 'However, to be honest...'

Li Jiajun glanced at the finished Fishing Rod that had just come off the line, placed on the table next to him.

This Fishing Rod was the culmination of all the insights he had gained over the past few days.

The ultra-high strength brought by the spider-web biomimetic spiral weaving technology was definitely more than 6000 MPa, at the very least...

The ultra-high modulus brought by the antelope-horn-style lattice support technology was truly rigid; never mind 300 GPa, it was likely even higher.

As for heat resistance? With the wok-hei biomimetic ceramic coating, it could really be used as a fire poker.

Not to mention the polar bear fur biomimetic temperature locking, lotus effect biomimetic nano-coating...

With this whole set of black technologies stacked on top, the performance of this Fishing Rod had long since left the indicators proposed by that old angler in the dust.

If one had to say whether it was made completely according to the requirements... that was definitely not the case!

This was a serious over-compliance! This was a serious performance overflow!

"If I said it was made completely according to your requirements, wouldn't I be lying?" "I, Li Jiajun, prioritize honesty in my business."

Li Jiajun thought about it and felt that one should be decent and not tell lies.

Since his product's performance far exceeded the other party's requirements, he couldn't say it was made according to the requirements.

Therefore, very honestly, he typed a few words on the keyboard:

【Fishing Rod Manufacturer: Of course not.】

Imperial Capital, Liu Jianguo's office.

"Ding-dong." The message notification sound rang out.

Liu Jianguo, with trembling hands, clicked on the dialog box.

What met his eyes were those five simple words: 【Of course not.】

The moment he saw this sentence, Liu Jianguo felt like a drowning person who had suddenly been pulled ashore.

"Whew—" He let out a long, long sigh of relief.

The muscles on his face, previously tense, relaxed, revealing a smile that said, "As expected, I knew it."

"Scared the hell out of me..." Liu Jianguo patted his chest and muttered to himself.

"I knew it!" "How could it be made completely according to that perverted standard?"

"That's T1100! That's a difficult problem that the entire nation is struggling to overcome!"

"How could someone making a Fishing Rod possibly handle that?"

In his view, the other party's "Of course not" was an admission that they couldn't do it, an admission that they had been bragging before, or an admission that this product was just a reduced-spec imitation.

"It seems he only achieved a part of it, for example, the appearance looks very similar, or he improved the strength a little bit."

"But compared to the true Air Force standard, there must still be a difference of a hundred thousand miles."

"This is reasonable." "This is in line with the scientific outlook on development!"

Liu Jianguo felt his intelligence had reclaimed the high ground.

His previous worries now seemed completely like worrying about the sky falling, just scaring himself.

"Oh my, at my age, why am I still so impatient?"

"I almost got broken by a Netizen."

Liu Jianguo laughed at himself, picked up the tea that had long since gone cold, and took a sip, but found it exceptionally sweet.

Since it wasn't military-grade material, it was just a proper civilian Fishing Rod.

Then there was nothing to worry about.

In fact, because of the other party's honesty, Liu Jianguo felt even more favorably toward this Netizen.

"Not bad, this young man is quite honest."

"If he can't do it, he can't do it; he doesn't pretend to be a fat man by slapping his face until it's swollen."

"Although the performance might not have reached that perverted standard, looking at the appearance in the video, the workmanship should still be quite good."

"It'll definitely be enough for fishing and showing off."

Thinking of this, Liu Jianguo's mind completely relaxed.

"Alright, since it's a proper Fishing Rod, I can rest assured and receive the goods."

Liu Jianguo happily closed the dialog box.

He had even started looking forward to the scene where, after the Fishing Rod arrived, he would take it to the riverbank and dominate in front of a crowd of fellow anglers.

"Hehe, I'll let Old Zhang and the others open their eyes then."

"I can also be a gear-head for once."

The office was once again filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Only, how long this cheerfulness could last... that was something only heaven knew.