Chapter 283: Fishing Rods on Sale!

Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory new production area, office.

Watching Wang Dachui's massive back disappear at the doorway, Li Jiajun stood up from his chair, walked to the window, and watched the Express Delivery Company truck drive out of the factory area.

"Phew..."

He stretched long and hard, feeling as if a heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart had finally fallen.

That super Fishing Rod, custom-made for fishing enthusiasts, had been sent off.

Uncle Liu, who always brought him misfortune and the curse of requisition, had also been doubly isolated from him, both physically and mentally.

"Now, the world is finally peaceful."

Li Jiajun returned to his computer and looked at the backend of the online store he had just set up on the screen.

【jiajun brand Powerful Fishing Rod — The First Heirloom for Young People】

This was the slogan he came up with for this Fishing Rod.

There were no flashy parameter introductions, nor were there any gimmicks about military-grade quality.

The main selling point was simply being unpretentious.

After all, he was determined to make civilian products this time, to be a good citizen.

"List it!"

Li Jiajun clicked the mouse.

Then, he bought some traffic and sent a message to the various fishing enthusiast groups he had joined.

You have to know that over these past few days, he had been posting test videos of the Fishing Rod in these groups, and these group members had been craving it to the point of tears, spontaneously helping him promote it.

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong!"

In less than ten minutes, the order notification sound in the backend started ringing non-stop.

Watching the constantly jumping numbers, the corners of Li Jiajun's mouth almost reached his ears.

"Hehe, this is what life is all about."

He happily picked up his happy water and took a sip.

"No national secrets, no secret agents or spies, and no Expert groups with dark faces."

"Only simple buying and selling, only the lovely sound of money entering the account."

"At this rate, it's only a matter of time before this Fishing Rod sells out."

"By then, I can safely be my wealthy man, counting money until my hands cramp every day, and never have to worry about someone knocking on my door to check the water meter in the middle of the night again."

Li Jiajun felt he had finally grasped the true meaning of life.

That is — Stay away from Liu Jianguo, and happiness will be yours, mine, and everyone's.

However.

What he didn't know was.

Just as he was immersed in the joy of having safely landed ashore.

On the other side of the internet, an undercurrent was brewing precisely because of his silence.

The internet world is a place that forgets quickly, but at the same time, is extremely nostalgic.

Since the last Starlink incident and the Twitter social death incident, Li Jiajun hadn't made any big moves for several days.

Although his live stream room would occasionally open, it was just to sell ordinary toys and chat about daily life.

No explosions.

No black technology.

And none of those hardcore justifications that made people's scalps tingle, like "Why doesn't this count as a toy?"

This unusual calm made many Netizens who were used to watching him "pull stunts" feel a bit uncomfortable.

On major social platforms, discussions about where the Militia General had gone began to heat up gradually.

In a well-known military enthusiast forum.

A popular post was pinned to the homepage:

【Rational discussion, is that Factory Director Li really out of ideas?】

Beneath the post, there were thousands of replies.

"I feel it too, recently the Factory Director has been too low-key, abnormally low-key."

"Yeah, before he would be requisitioned every few days, now there isn't even a sound."

"It's over, it's over, Factory Director Li really has no more tricks, he's out of ideas."

"Don't say that, upstairs, actually I feel quite sorry for the Factory Director. Such a talented person, forced into this state."

"Indeed, I think so too."

Soon, this discussion spread from military forums to Social Media Platform and TikTok.

The Netizens' guesses were all over the place.

Some said he was being secretly protected by the state.

Some said he was being targeted by foreign forces.

But more people leaned towards a rather pessimistic theory — he was scared.

"Actually, if you think about it, it makes sense."

A big V blogger posted an analysis:

"Who can keep doing such 'criminal' things? Think about it, you make one thing, it gets requisitioned; you make another, you get taken away."

"How much psychological pressure must that be?"

"If it were me, I probably would have collapsed long ago."

"Always being requisitioned, who could stand it?"

This comment resonated with countless people.

Everyone expressed understanding and sympathy.

"Yeah, the Factory Director isn't having it easy either."

"Probably has psychological trauma, now he only dares to make these ordinary toys to make a living."

A feeling called regret spread across the internet.

Everyone felt as if they were watching a once-dominant demon lord of a chaotic world suddenly wash his hands of the business, retire from the pugilistic world, and go sell roasted sweet potatoes on the street.

Although life continued, the legends of him in the martial arts world were fewer.

Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory.

Li Jiajun finished handling the orders on hand, and with nothing to do, he picked up his phone, preparing to scroll through internet jokes to relax.

As a result.

As soon as he opened the social software, he saw a pile of messages tagging him.

He curiously clicked to open them.

Good heavens.

The whole screen was full of mourning, regret, and "the end of my youth."

"Wait a minute..."

Li Jiajun's mouth twitched, looking at these comments, feeling a bit baffled.

"I'm living just fine, how is it that in your words, it's like I've already been buried?"

He continued to scroll down. The more he scrolled, the more outrageous it felt.

Stuff about him being tired, him being scared, him finally bowing his head to life.

"I'll bow my head, my foot!"

Li Jiajun couldn't help but retort.

"I'm making a fortune in silence! This is a strategic hibernation! Do you understand?"

Just as he was preparing to close the comment section, out of sight, out of mind.

A hot comment with an extremely high number of likes suddenly intruded into his vision.

The ID of that comment was "Watching the fun doesn't fear big trouble," and the content was only a short sentence, yet it was full of a strange sense of fatalism:

"Sigh, a generation of 'Requisition Stunt' bloggers has fallen just like that."

Seeing this sentence.

Especially seeing that special term.

Li Jiajun's fingers suddenly froze.

His eyes stared tightly at those two characters on the screen.

"Requisition... Stunt?"

The 'Requisition' from requisition? The 'Stunt' from pulling stunts?

Li Jiajun's mouth started to twitch uncontrollably.

An urge to crawl through the network cable and strangle this Netizen welled up in his heart.

"What the hell, 'Requisition Stunt' blogger!"

"Who is a 'Requisition Stunt' blogger?!"

"I am a legitimate toy factory director! I am a toy maker for the people!"

Li Jiajun just felt speechless, even a bit broken.

This term was simply too vicious.

It perfectly summarized Li Jiajun's past history of blood and tears that he didn't want to look back on — he was both pulling stunts and getting requisitioned.

It was simply the greatest slander against him, a good citizen!

'You'd better have made a typo.'

Li Jiajun gritted his teeth, silently retorting in his heart:

'You'd better have had a shaky hand, which is why you typed the 'Requisition' from requisition instead of the 'Stunt' from pulling stunts.'

'Otherwise...'

'Otherwise, I wish you never get seasoning packets when you buy instant noodles!'

He angrily threw his phone aside.

"Forget it, forget it."

"These Netizens, they just can't stand seeing me do well."

"Wait until my Fishing Rod sells out, wait until I'm counting money until my hands are soft, I'll slam the money on the table for you all to see."

"Let you know that even without pulling stunts, I can still live very comfortably!"

Li Jiajun forcibly comforted himself, trying hard to ignore that 'Requisition' character that made his scalp tingle.

But he didn't know.

That Netizen's comment was like a prophecy that had come true.

He thought he had already escaped the vicious cycle of 'Requisition Stunts'.

Little did he know.

That Fishing Rod that had just been sent out, carrying his dream of steady wealth.

Was, amidst the bumps of the delivery truck, step by step, dragging him back into that abyss of 'Requisition Stunts' that made him want to cry without tears.

Ready to strike!