Chapter 299 Meeting Poor Relatives Again

"family, listen to me explain it to you slowly."

Li Jiajun picked up the black rod tip next to him and shook it in front of the camera, his tone filled with the pride of a serious businessman.

"This jiajun brand super Fishing Rod is something I put a lot of effort into."

"It uses the most mature, stable, and common carbon fiber cloth that I developed myself."

Li Jiajun said solemnly.

He felt his words were absolutely impeccable, completely distancing himself from the word 'requisition'.

However.

The atmosphere in the live stream room did not develop toward praising the product quality as he had expected.

While some anglers were indeed marveling at the Fishing Rod's backbone, more people flooding into the live stream were those bored old viewers who came specifically to see him pull some stunts.

These old fans were witnesses who had watched Li Jiajun go from drones to elderly joy, and then all the way to Starlink.

Seeing him now seriously promoting an ordinary Fishing Rod in front of the camera, they were immediately displeased.

...

On the screen, the scrolling speed of the bullet chat suddenly accelerated.

The previous discussions about fishing were instantly submerged.

"What's so good about a Fishing Rod? We want to see a requisition!"

"Main Streamer, when are you going to pull some hardcore stunts again?"

"You're making serious toys; that doesn't fit your persona as a Militia General."

"Exactly! We're here to see you battle wits with Liu Jianguo, Director Liu, not to watch you sell stuff!"

"Hurry up and show off your Pangu Engine; this civilian junk is unworthy of your status as Your Excellency, the General!"

...

Looking at these bullet comments that wanted nothing more than to see the world in chaos.

Li Jiajun's hand, holding a bottle of happy water, stopped in mid-air.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

'These guys are truly a bunch of living ancestors.'

He was speechless to the extreme.

He had finally managed to earn some clean money peacefully and finally got rid of that Uncle Liu who always wanted to requisition his things.

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But these Netizens were something else, hoping every day that something would happen to him!

Hoping he'd get his water meter checked!

The more Li Jiajun looked, the more he felt this batch of Netizens was hard to manage; they just couldn't stand seeing others do well.

He put down the happy water and looked at the screen, appearing quite helpless.

Then.

As if he were talking to himself at home, he voiced his inner complaints directly into the microphone:

"These wicked Netizens actually don't want me to do well."

"I think they're just jealous of my eighteen, while they only have ten."

He said this extremely naturally.

His tone was as flat as if he were stating a scientific truth.

He didn't even realize he was live; he just simply broadcasted his inner monologue.

...

As soon as these words came out.

The live stream room, which was still noisy and demanding to see stunts.

Went silent for a second.

A momentary gap appeared in the bullet chat on the screen.

Immediately after.

The entire live stream room instantly exploded!

The screen-filling bullet chat scrolled rapidly, instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The Netizens were first stunned by his complaint, then erupted into a screen full of 'hahaha's and started making memes.

"Holy crap! Main Streamer, you said your inner thoughts out loud again!"

"What the hell, 'wicked Netizens'! Who says we don't want you to do well!"

"18? Are you talking about height? Wouldn't that be a dwarf? (Funny face)"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, he's talking about the length of that thing!"

"Damn! Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"Hahaha, Your Excellency, the General, you started driving so unexpectedly that the wheels ran over my face!"

...

Looking at the constant teasing from these silly Netizens on the screen.

Li Jiajun didn't feel embarrassed at all.

On the contrary, he was in a good mood and even adjusted his sitting posture, preparing to have an in-depth discussion with these Netizens about length, to completely solidify his persona as a People's Toymaker.

However.

Just as he cleared his throat, ready to continue showing off his sharp tongue.

The bullet chat in the live stream.

Suddenly changed.

The comments that were constantly spamming '18cm' and funny emojis seemed to be cleared in an instant.

In their place.

Was a dense series of white symbols.

"?????"

"?????"

"?????"

Countless question marks instantly covered the entire screen.

This scene made Li Jiajun daze for a moment.

At first, he didn't care, thinking it was network lag or some big spender spamming the screen with something weird.

"What's up, family? Why is the screen full of question marks?"

"Could it be that you're shocked by my eighteen-centimeter big Fishing Rod? Surely not? No way, no way, there can't really be someone who doesn't have eighteen, right?"

Li Jiajun was still joking heartlessly.

But.

As the question marks increased, not only was there no sign of stopping, but the scrolling speed became faster and faster.

And among those question marks, some exclamations began to be mixed in.

"Holy crap! Main Streamer, behind you!"

"Don't look back!"

"It's over, it's over; this time it's really going to be requisitioned!"

"There's a mole! Abort the deal!"

Looking at these bullet comments, the smile on Li Jiajun's face slowly faded.

He also sensed something was wrong.

His heart skipped a beat.

A sense of crisis, familiar to his very core, surged up his spine.

He was all too familiar with this feeling.

Li Jiajun swallowed hard.

He didn't look back immediately but subconsciously moved his gaze to the small window on the phone screen showing his live stream.

In the frame, there was not only himself.

But also the background behind him.

There, it should have been a tightly closed office door.

But now.

That door had been pushed open at some unknown time.

And in that open doorway.

Stood a person.

When Li Jiajun saw the face of that figure clearly.

He felt a buzzing in his head, and countless Grass Mud Horses galloped through his heart.

His expression changed instantly.

From the previous ruddy complexion, it turned deathly pale in an instant.

He actually saw the face he guarded against day and night in the camera!

Liu Jianguo!

Uncle Liu!

At this moment, Liu Jianguo, wearing a gray jacket, was standing at the door with a face as grim as water.

That old face was as black as if he had just crawled out of a coal kiln, and his eyes were staring straight at the back of Li Jiajun's head, emitting a murderous intent.

Li Jiajun stared blankly at Liu Jianguo on the screen.

His brain completely stalled at this moment.

'How did he get here?'

'How did he know I was here?'

'Didn't I already change to a new factory? I kept it strictly confidential!'

Various questions exploded in his head.

In extreme panic, his offline brain circuits once again took the high ground.

His face instantly went blank, looking at the screen with his mouth hanging open unconsciously.

"No, is this... the poor relative visiting again?"

Subconsciously, he spoke his inner thoughts aloud.

This sentence echoed in the quiet office and was simultaneously transmitted to the ears of the Netizens.

Then,

He slowly turned back.

A hallucination, it must be a hallucination.