Chapter 301 What a fine old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes!

In this suffocating atmosphere.

After confirming that he had indeed not misheard that terrifying answer just now.

The last trace of a smile that Li Jiajun had been barely maintaining completely collapsed.

He could no longer keep his expression together.

He sat dazed in his chair, staring straight at Liu Jianguo, who was standing at the door.

He tried to find even a tiny bit of playfulness, teasing, or a seriousness deliberately put on to scare him from the pitch-black face of this old acquaintance.

But.

There was nothing.

Liu Jianguo's gaze was somewhat cold, without any element of joking, containing only an extremely deep resentment, as if he had just experienced some great catastrophe.

This made Li Jiajun feel his heart sinking.

'Impossible.'

'I did my homework thoroughly this time; it really is just an ordinary Fishing Rod!'

'No electronic components installed, no classified systems used, and even the packaging box was made by an ordinary printing factory.'

'Where exactly could this trigger the conditions for requisition?'

Li Jiajun screamed frantically in his heart, feeling even more wronged than Dou E.

He felt that Liu Jianguo must be deliberately messing with him, retaliating for him secretly moving to a new factory area.

*Gulp.*

Li Jiajun swallowed hard with difficulty.

He looked at the serious Liu Jianguo, leaning forward slightly, his tone carrying a trace of pleading that he couldn't hide no matter what:

"Uncle Liu, you..."

"Stop joking, this is just an ordinary Fishing Rod of mine, right?"

His voice trembled slightly; it was an instinctive resistance when a person faces an unknown and extremely absurd fate.

However.

Faced with Li Jiajun's almost fawning and pleading tone.

Liu Jianguo stood where he was, without even blinking his eyelids.

He had no intention of paying attention to the other party's pleading, let alone explaining anything following the other party's words.

He just fixed his gaze on Li Jiajun.

Subsequently.

Liu Jianguo expressionlessly reached out and pulled his phone from the inner pocket of his gray jacket.

He skillfully swiped the screen twice, seemingly opening a webpage or a saved message.

Then.

He strode forward and handed the phone directly to Li Jiajun, hovering it right under the other's eyelids.

It was a news story with both pictures and text.

Because the screen brightness was turned up high, it still appeared very dazzling in this well-lit office.

The layout of the news looked very formal, using bold red characters.

Li Jiajun blinked.

He looked at the phone screen suddenly shoved in front of him, speechless, completely unable to understand what the old man was up to.

Weren't they talking about the requisition?

Why was he suddenly showing him the news?

But he still reached out dubiously and took the phone, which still carried Liu Jianguo's body heat.

...

Li Jiajun lowered his head and focused his gaze on the screen.

The first thing that caught his eye was a high-definition on-site photo that occupied more than half of the screen.

The background of the photo was the interior of a building that looked very spacious, bright, and extremely modern; looking at the special signboards and turnstiles, it was clearly an airport.

But at this moment, this place that should have been orderly appeared extremely chaotic.

The scene was quite large.

And right at the visual center of the photo.

There was a person.

A middle-aged man from Eastern Country, dressed in ordinary casual clothes and pushing a huge suitcase, was being forcibly taken away from a place with a "Special Channel" sign by two strong agents holding his arms on both sides.

The middle-aged man being taken away did not show his full face due to the camera angle and the obstruction of the surrounding security personnel.

In the photo, only a slightly panicked profile could be seen, along with his somewhat messy, slicked-back hair.

But.

Just with this one profile.

Li Jiajun's gaze instantly froze.

He sucked in a breath of cold air.

In the news photo, the person arrested was none other than Liu Jianguo himself!

Although the photo was a bit blurry and only showed half a face, for Li Jiajun, this figure was simply too familiar.

The two of them had been in a love-hate relationship for so long, having fought countless rounds of wits; Li Jiajun felt that even if Liu Jianguo were turned into ashes, he could taste his flavor from the saltiness of the ashes.

Moreover, the person in the photo, that slightly protruding belly, that iconic hairline, and that unique micro-expression that maintained an old cadre's aura even in panic.

How could he not recognize him?

This was the Uncle Liu standing in front of him right now!

With great confusion, Li Jiajun slid his finger to continue reading the main text of the news.

He browsed quickly.

The article used a large portion to analyze that the man taken away in the Special Channel of the airport was discovered by detection equipment while attempting to carry unknown high-tech items out of the country.

The article stated with certainty that this man's identity was suspected to be extremely sensitive.

He might be suspected of extremely serious espionage activities and was engaged in the theft of top-secret intelligence that endangered national security.

And at the end of the article, it even cited the speculation of a so-called "legal Expert," claiming that if the man's espionage charges were proven.

According to harsh laws, he might even be sent directly to court and eventually face the maximum penalty of being shot!

...

After finishing this news report full of the smell of gunpowder and death.

Li Jiajun's eyes widened.

His mouth opened slightly, and both hands holding the phone were unconsciously applying force.

At this moment, his brain began to operate frantically.

However.

Driven by his frequently off-track and incredibly peculiar brain circuits.

He completely failed to grasp the connection between this news and the "Fishing Rod" discussed just now.

He didn't even think about it: since Liu Jianguo had been arrested and was even about to be shot, who was this person standing in front of him now? How did he get back?

All his attention was attracted by the extremely stimulating keywords like "sensitive identity," "spy," and "shot."

'So that's how it is!'

'I was wondering why Uncle Liu usually brings a bunch of military people to take my things at every turn.'

'I thought he was just a high-ranking official in charge of procurement or logistics.'

'After all this time, his real identity is actually a high-level spy?!'

Such a thought emerged in Li Jiajun's mind.

It was as if he had discovered some shocking secret.

He suddenly raised his head, moved his gaze away from the phone screen, and looked straight at Liu Jianguo standing opposite him.

At this time, the pleading and guilt on Li Jiajun's face had long since disappeared, replaced by an extreme shock as if he had discovered a new world.

"What a thick-eyebrowed, big-eyed old fellow..."

Li Jiajun looked at Liu Jianguo, and without thinking at all, he blurted out with a look of shock:

"You're actually a spy!"

...

As soon as these words came out.

The air in the office instantly froze.

Hearing this, Liu Jianguo's whole body suddenly stiffened.

His face, which was already black with extreme anger, instantly turned purple-red after hearing the word "spy."

The muscles on his face began to tremble violently.

The corners of Liu Jianguo's mouth twitched frantically at an alarming frequency.

He felt as if ten thousand wild horses were galloping in his chest, and an extremely strong urge to vomit blood rushed straight to his throat.

He almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and died right there.

'What the hell kind of spy!'

'Which eye of yours sees me looking like a spy?!'

Liu Jianguo let out a desperate roar in his heart.

'I took out this news, I let you look at the photo.'

'I wanted you to see that I was harmed so miserably by that broken Fishing Rod of yours!'

'I wanted you to know what kind of inhuman social death and fright I experienced at the airport because of that perverted material you made!'

'And as a result, after you finished reading, you came to the conclusion that I am a spy?!'

'Is your head filled with bean dregs?!'

Liu Jianguo felt that his sanity was frantically testing the edge of collapse; he almost didn't even have the strength to take out his quick-acting heart-saving pills.

He stared fixedly at Li Jiajun, his chest heaving violently.

Finally.

He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

Liu Jianguo stepped up to the desk, his hands heavily supporting himself on the tabletop as he looked down at the young man who was still in a daze.

He said through gritted teeth, his voice almost squeezed out from between them:

"Is that the damn point?"

"Look carefully at what the point is!"

Accompanied by this roar.

Li Jiajun was so scared that he shrank his neck, his back pressed tightly against the executive chair.

He looked at the furious Liu Jianguo, seemingly not yet realizing where he was wrong.

He looked down at the news on the phone again, thinking that this was the point; the foreign media had already analyzed it very clearly.

So.

Li Jiajun raised his head again, looked at Liu Jianguo, and blinked those innocent big eyes.

His expression became extremely serious, even carrying a trace of heavy concern for an elder.

Then, he looked at Liu Jianguo sincerely and said in a tone full of helplessness and regret:

"Uncle Liu, you've become a spy and are even going to be shot..."

At this point, he sighed and spread his hands, appearing as if he really wanted to help but was powerless.

"But about this being shot thing, you have to discuss it with the executioner."

"To have him delay shooting you by two minutes, I really can't do that."

"I... I don't have those connections."

Li Jiajun paused, seemingly assessing his influence in this matter very seriously.

Then, he added somewhat apologetically:

"Besides, I don't smoke, so I haven't contributed any bullets."

"I don't even have a shred of a relationship with the executioner."

"Of course, the most important thing is, I also hate spies."

By the end, a look of deep distress had already appeared on his face.