Chapter 298 Is this the sense of accomplishment from making proper toys?

He turned his already averted head back, bit by bit, with extreme stiffness.

Old Zhang's eyes widened in an instant.

He stared at the not-so-large surveillance screen on the wall without blinking.

Through the high-definition surveillance camera, he clearly saw the situation outside the main gate.

In the leading black sedan, the passenger side window was half-lowered.

It revealed a face that Old Zhang could recognize even if it were reduced to ashes.

That was Liu Jianguo, Minister Liu!

Moreover, behind that sedan, a long line of identical black cars followed.

Old Zhang only felt his heart go numb.

His whole body went numb.

The little tune that was playing on the radio just a second ago now sounded no different from a funeral dirge to his ears.

He sat blankly on the rocking chair, his hands and feet icy cold.

"Sigh..."

Old Zhang tremblingly reached out and pressed the gate-opening button on the console.

"Beep."

Accompanied by the sound of the motor running, the metal gates of the new factory opened to both sides.

Watching Minister Liu lead the large contingent, rushing hurriedly towards the depths of the factory area.

Old Zhang felt his already frail heart start thumping wildly again.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heartbeat was so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.

Old Zhang hurriedly reached out to feel his jacket pocket.

With trembling hands, he took out the bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pills he had prepared long ago.

Because his hands were shaking so severely, he spilled a few pills on the ground while pouring them out, but he couldn't bother to pick them up.

He poured a few straight into his mouth, not even drinking water, and chewed them up and swallowed them raw.

A medicinal taste diffused in his mouth.

Accompanied by the medicine taking effect, Old Zhang finally felt he could catch his breath slightly.

He leaned back in his chair, watching the distant taillights, feeling only helplessness in his heart.

'I've already hidden away in this godforsaken new factory area, but in the end, I still couldn't avoid it.'

'But what on earth is going on?'

Old Zhang was completely baffled.

He knew what the factory was producing recently.

Wasn't it just a Fishing Rod?

Previously, producing drones, elderly joy, and sky rocket—those things sounded and looked bizarre, so it was understandable that they attracted Director Liu.

Fine, those actually weren't that bizarre either.

But this time, he had seen it; it was just an ordinary Fishing Rod!

How could making a Fishing Rod alarm Director Liu?

And he even brought such a large convoy; this posture was even more terrifying than the previous few times.

Old Zhang sat in the chair, his brain spinning rapidly.

Suddenly.

'Could it be that this Fishing Rod comes with an electro-fishing function?'

This thought surfaced in his mind.

Once this idea popped up, Old Zhang immediately felt everything could be explained.

How strict is the country about environmental protection now? Electro-fishing is a serious illegal act! It's something you go to jail for!

Their Factory Director Li usually has abnormal neural pathways; to let customers catch a couple more fish, secretly stuffing a 100,000-volt high-voltage discharge module into a Fishing Rod is just too consistent with his style!

"What a sin..."

"I knew it, working under him, sooner or later I'll get heart disease."

Old Zhang felt it was very likely that this was the case; he sighed again, speechless in his heart.

...

Meanwhile.

In stark contrast to the tense atmosphere outside the main gate.

In Li Jiajun's office, the atmosphere was peaceful.

The afternoon sunlight shone into the room through the blinds.

Li Jiajun was sitting on a large boss chair.

In front of him was set up professional streaming equipment, and a ring light made his face very clear.

He had just started the live stream.

As for why he started streaming at this time.

It was mainly because of the rhythm on the internet before.

During this period, rumors about him, Li Jiajun, running out of ideas and having nothing left to offer, were overwhelming on various social platforms.

Netizens were all spreading rumors that this Militia General had developed psychological trauma from being repeatedly requisitioned and was completely finished.

Some even gave him the unpleasant nickname of "a fallen generation of requisition-attracting bloggers."

Actually, Li Jiajun starting this live stream was not to prove himself to the public.

He knew clearly in his heart.

Because having no work also meant his things would not be requisitioned again.

This meant he could make money steadily without having to deal with Uncle Liu and the Expert group with trepidation.

To him, this was actually a great thing.

However.

People live for face, trees live for bark.

Looking at those one-sided comments on the internet saying he was out of ideas and a fallen requisition-attracting blogger.

Seeing them made him feel uncomfortable.

Although Li Jiajun didn't want to be requisitioned, he was still a proud toy factory director at heart.

He felt it was necessary to come out and make an appearance, slightly show off his strength, and slap those keyboard warriors in the face.

Let everyone know that he wasn't finished; he was just making a fortune in silence.

As soon as the live stream started.

Relying on his accumulated massive fan base.

The number of online viewers multiplied geometrically.

Five thousand...

Twenty thousand...

Fifty thousand...

In just a few short minutes, one hundred thousand Netizens flooded into the live stream.

The barrage rolled instantly.

"He's back from the dead! The Main Streamer has finally come back from the dead!"

"My god, in my lifetime I can actually see the Militia General streaming again; I thought you had been recruited!"

Looking at those joking barrages on the screen.

Li Jiajun was not angry.

Instead, he leaned back in his chair, adjusting to an extremely comfortable sitting posture.

He picked up a can of iced happy water by his side and took a slow sip.

Then.

He smiled at the camera.

"family, good afternoon everyone."

"I started the stream today not for anything else, just to tell you something."

While speaking, Li Jiajun turned around and took a long rod box from the cabinet behind him.

He placed the rod box horizontally on the desk.

He tapped his fingers on it lightly.

"The jiajun brand super Fishing Rod that has been very popular on the market recently, I wonder if you have heard of it?"

"Actually... that was something I tinkered with when I had nothing to do."

His tone was very plain, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Just as casual as saying I ate a bowl of Zhajiang noodles for lunch today.

However.

As soon as he finished speaking.

The live stream, which was still joking, had a brief pause.

Immediately after.

The barrage boiled over.

"Holy crap, you are the one who produced it?"

"So you really went to make proper toys?"

"Holy crap! I just bought one, it's super easy to use!"

"Really? The sold-out Jiajun Fishing Rod was made by you?"

"My god, I don't believe it! Main Streamer, you actually betrayed the revolution and went to make such completely harmless things?"

"I thought you were brewing some big move, but you went off to earn money from fishermen?"

The atmosphere in the live stream was instantly ignited.

Looking at those shocked barrages in the camera.

Looking at the people who once questioned him now getting slapped in the face.

The smile on Li Jiajun's lips grew wider.

This feeling was simply fantastic.

No official pressure, no shackles of confidentiality agreements, only pure market recognition.

Li Jiajun was very satisfied.

'Is this the sense of achievement from making proper toys?'

This thought surfaced in his mind.

He leaned back comfortably in his chair, ready to continue popularizing how pure and safe this Fishing Rod was to the Netizens.