Chapter 3: Incredible Comprehension!

Meanwhile, on the other side, the few viewers in Li Jiajun's livestream were completely stunned.

After the bullet chat froze for a few seconds, a few sporadic messages finally drifted across.

"Holy crap! Main Streamer, is that a 4D pocket under your table?"

"I reasonably suspect this is a script. How could it be such a coincidence? Just as we're talking about drones, you have a pile of them under your table?"

"I just looked it up. The drones the Main Streamer pulled out are worth over ten thousand in total. How is a run-down toy factory so rich?"

Li Jiajun looked at the bullet chat, feeling speechless.

He was actually quite puzzled himself. He had found these things under a cabinet while cleaning his old man's office after taking over the factory. 'Did my deadbeat dad want to research drone toys back then too? Maybe he wanted to try something new, but before he could start...'

He couldn't explain this to the Netizens, so he simply ignored the question. As he organized the drones on the floor, he unconsciously muttered to himself, seemingly not caring about lowering his voice: "Sigh, the imagination of mortals is always so limited. A coincidence? No, this is called professionalism. While you are still doubting, I have already grasped the pulse of the entire market. Of course, expecting you to understand is indeed asking too much of you."

"??? That's enough out of you!"

"Don't we deserve some respect! How could you say what you're thinking out loud!"

"Damn, Main Streamer, are you sick in the head? Providing your own voiceover?"

Li Jiajun, whose personality was naturally erratic and whose mind would occasionally go off the rails, completely ignored the wails in the bullet chat. He picked up a screwdriver, squatted on the ground, and smoothly disassembled the drones one by one, laying out the flight controllers, motors, and batteries.

"Big Brother, look. These so-called drones on the market are essentially trash."

Pointing at a motor, he said, "This kind of brushed motor has a short lifespan and low efficiency. It can't meet your 'high efficiency' requirement at all."

Then he pointed at a flight control board: "And this flight controller—the algorithm is closed-source. Want to do secondary development? No way! The stability is also poor; a strong gust of wind would blow it away."

The more he disassembled, the more he shook his head. Finally, he tossed the screwdriver aside and spread his hands. The technical bottleneck was glaringly obvious.

He looked up at the camera, habitually wanting to find some fun with the audience, so he asked, "family, how do you think we should break through this technical dilemma?"

The response from the bullet chat was quite blunt.

"You're asking me? If I knew, I wouldn't be here watching a livestream; I'd be building rockets."

"Main Streamer, are you crowdsourcing design plans? Fine, one Super Rocket for one answer."

"You're a factory director, and you're asking us lowly workers? Are we even worthy?"

Looking at these messages, Li Jiajun sighed, his face full of disappointment. He propped up his chin, his gaze drifting as he began to mutter to himself again. His disappointed tone was accurately transmitted to everyone's ears through the microphone: "Sigh, forget it. It's useless to ask. It seems the Netizens are all useless; they can't provide a single constructive suggestion. I shouldn't have asked."

"Holy crap!!!"

"You dare to look down on us?!"

"Main Streamer, believe it or not, I'll climb through the network cable and hit you! I'll take back those tens of thousands in tips!"

"Refund! Refund!"

The livestream instantly exploded. Although there weren't many people, they were full of momentum.

Li Jiajun pretended not to see the protests of these "useless" Netizens; his attention had already been drawn to the scene outside the window.

Behind the factory was an abandoned small pond, the water reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun. A dragonfly was hovering over the water, its wings vibrating at high speed, while its body remained as steady as if it were nailed to the air, motionless.

'This dragonfly... how can it stay so steady?'

His mind began to race, his gaze locked firmly onto the dragonfly.

Just then, a soft "ding" sounded in his mind, and a high-tech blue translucent panel, existing only in his consciousness, appeared before his eyes.

[You watched a dragonfly hover and fell into deep thought...]

In the next second, Li Jiajun felt as if his comprehension had been maxed out! In an instant, countless inspirations and pieces of knowledge flooded his mind, like puzzle pieces finding each other, frantically connecting, reorganizing, and sublimating!

Aerodynamics, Multi-axis vector control, High-frequency energy compensation, Redundant backup algorithms, Bionic structural design... Countless concepts that were previously like gibberish to him were now automatically deduced and integrated in his mind, becoming as simple and natural as breathing.

So that's how it is!

A dragonfly's wings don't just flap up and down; there's a subtle difference in angle and frequency. The four wings serve as backups for each other. If any one wing experiences a disturbance, the other three immediately perform dynamic compensation! Isn't this the most perfect natural redundant power system?!

Li Jiajun's eyes instantly lit up, with a light brighter than the bulbs in the factory.

The technical bottleneck that had troubled him just a moment ago was now easily pierced like a layer of window paper.

"Haha! I get it!"

He shouted excitedly and suddenly sprang up from the ground, startling the few remaining viewers in the livestream.

"What's wrong with the Main Streamer? Has he gone crazy?"

"He attained enlightenment just by looking at a dragonfly? Are you practicing cultivation here?"

Li Jiajun had no time for the bullet chat now. Like a gust of wind, he rushed to the wall, grabbed a marker, turned around, and began drawing frantically on the oil-stained whiteboard behind him.

His movements were extremely fast, his lines precise and smooth.

A brand-new drone prototype with four sets of eight propellers and an extremely complex structure began to emerge on the whiteboard. Every part of its structure was full of industrial design beauty, and every line perfectly conformed to the principles of Aerodynamics. It was on a completely different level compared to the "trash" he had just disassembled.

In the livestream, everyone, including "", stared blankly at this scene.

The Streamer, who was joking with Netizens and complaining about them being useless just a minute ago, had suddenly changed into a different person and started drawing "heavenly scripts" on the whiteboard?

Although they didn't understand, they were deeply shocked.

Especially the man with the ID "A White Cloth on the Head". Looking at the young man frantically drawing blueprints on the screen, a look of unbelievable shock appeared in his eyes for the first time.

Eh?

This Main Streamer... it seems he's not joking?

He hadn't really held much hope when he posted that bullet chat message earlier, but now...