Chapter 302 What kind of new way of showing off is this?

By the time he finished speaking, a look of extreme distress and remorse had surfaced on his face.

After listening to Li Jiajun's speech about having "no connections, no way to save you, and no old ties to rely on."

Liu Jianguo stood before the office desk, his chest heaving violently.

He looked at the young man before him who was still coming up with ideas for his own "execution" and even expressing a willingness to sacrifice his kin for the sake of justice, and felt a surge of wicked fire rush straight to the crown of his head.

Liu Jianguo finally couldn't take it anymore.

He felt that if he let this kid keep improvising, he really would be treated like a traitor to the country, and might even be personally hauled off to the relevant authorities by this kid to claim a reward.

"Shut your mouth!"

He directly interrupted Li Jiajun's muttering and roared with bloodshot eyes:

"Who the hell told you to look for connections!"

The roar echoed through the spacious office, carrying a suppressed frenzy that reached its limit; the sound was so loud that even the water cup on the desk trembled.

Li Jiajun's neck shrank back from the roar, and he stared blankly at the exploding Liu Jianguo.

Liu Jianguo took a deep breath.

He knew he couldn't let himself be led astray by this kid's bizarre logic anymore.

He forcibly pulled the topic back on track, pointed at Li Jiajun's nose, and said through gritted teeth:

"You kid, prick up your ears and listen clearly!"

"I am not a spy at all!"

He explained that the reason he was detained at the airport was because of this Fishing Rod. During the security check, its manufacturing material—Carbon Fiber—was found to have performance indicators so high they were terrifying. Preliminary testing showed it had reached the strength of Carbon Fiber listed on the 'Red Name' document of prohibited exports!

Liu Jianguo grew more agitated as he spoke, his voice trembling as he poured out all the grievances he had suffered over the past few days.

"Just because of this broken rod of yours, all those security clearances I went through became a joke!"

"My daughter, who just started middle school, told the special agents to her face that she was a spy and that she leaked state secrets just to save me!"

"The way my wife looks at me is like her heart is deader than ash! I've lost all my dignity!"

...

After hearing this tearful explanation full of blood and tears.

Li Jiajun was completely dumbfounded.

The expression on his face froze in that instant, and his whole body went still as if a binding spell had been cast on him.

"No... what exactly is going on? There must be a mistake, it must be a misunderstanding."

He muttered to himself, his eyes full of confusion and disbelief.

He could not connect the "ordinary Fishing Rod" he made with the "prohibited export list of the Red Name document" at all.

'How is this possible?'

'I really just put a little extra thought into it to meet that Netizen customer's requirements.'

Li Jiajun felt like the world had simply gone mad.

Just as Li Jiajun and Liu Jianguo were "intensely clashing" and the atmosphere in the entire office had reached a breaking point.

In a corner of the office.

The sound of sunflower seeds being cracked, "crack, crack," suddenly rang out.

In the current tense environment, this sound seemed exceptionally crisp and abrupt.

It turned out to be Wang Dachui.

At some point, he had pulled up a small stool and was sitting in an inconspicuous corner.

Holding a handful of original-flavor sunflower seeds, he was cracking them while watching the "big show" before him with great interest.

He had already skillfully spat out a small pile of seed shells.

From his perspective, everything happening before him was an act.

He looked at his factory director's face full of "I'm innocent" expressions, then at Minister Liu's angry look of "you've ruined me."

Wang Dachui curled his lip, speechless in his heart.

He thought: 'Minister Liu clearly knew about Factory Director Li Jiajun making Fishing Rods. The two of them were chatting so passionately on QQ, and even the technical specs were personally provided by Minister Liu. Moreover, my own factory director definitely knew that the person on QQ was Director Liu.'

As the Big Smart One who had personally organized those chat logs and keenly seen through Liu Jianguo's alias.

Wang Dachui felt he had already seen through the entire truth.

He felt that since the two of them collaborated to create this Fishing Rod, they both knew it definitely wasn't a toy but something at a level that could be requisitioned. Yet now, Li Jiajun and Liu Jianguo were actually still acting here as if they didn't know what was going on, as if an information gap existed.

'Pretend, keep on pretending.'

'Those perverted military parameters were all agreed upon by the two of you online. Now that the thing is made, you're both playing dumb with each other?'

'One acting as the victim, the other acting as the naive sweetheart.'

'It's truly a waste of talent not to go get an Oscar.'

Wang Dachui's little brain whirred rapidly, and he "understood" in an instant.

'They must be putting on a show here!'

He recalled his previous conjecture.

He became increasingly certain that these two were studying a "new way to flex"!

'Brilliant, truly brilliant!'

'Director Liu first appears as the unlucky guy, throwing out the suspense of the Fishing Rod's heaven-defying performance triggering a top-secret alarm, rendering the terrifying destructive power to the extreme.'

'Then the Factory Director pretends to be innocent, desperately denying that he's making military supplies, creating a strong contrast of moe.'

'This strategy of suppressing before raising is played to perfection! Is this the unique hobby of the big shots?'

Wang Dachui stroked his chin, looking at his factory director and Minister Liu's "lifelike" acting, nodding inwardly and feeling heartfelt admiration for the coordination between the two.

But then, he looked at the livestreaming phone placed on the office desk.

Looking at the frantically scrolling bullet comments on the screen.

He curled his lip, feeling it was a bit lacking:

'Hmm, the buildup before the flex is done well, it's just... the weight of this audience isn't enough!'

'With just these tens of thousands of Netizens in the livestream watching, the scale is still a bit small.'

'This material is something that can even trigger the Red Name document. Showing it only to these Netizens who only know how to spam 666 is simply like wearing fine silk in the dark of night.'

'There needs to be an audience with enough weight appearing on the scene!'