Chapter 307 Ding-dong! Your Uncle Liu is online.

At this moment, under everyone's watchful eyes, Li Jiajun had no time to worry about what the fat man in the corner was thinking.

His mind was filled with only one thought: proving his innocence!

He had to completely shake off this black pot that had fallen from the sky!

Li Jiajun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Holding his phone in both hands, his thumbs danced across the screen like they were doing a tap dance, quickly editing a message in the QQ chat box.

He wanted this "Seasoned Old Angler" to clear his name.

He wanted to prove it to everyone present, to Elder Qian, and to that Liu Jianguo who was always pitting him!

The technical specifications they had discussed back and forth online were absolutely not some freak materials for fighter jets.

It was just an ordinary fishing product, full of civilian entertainment spirit, that couldn't possibly be requisitioned!

As Li Jiajun edited, he frowned, quickly turning over the wording in his mind.

He strove to express his "grievance" and "innocence" to the fullest, making sure that when that "Seasoned Old Angler" saw the message, he would speak up for justice and give Liu Jianguo a harsh slap in the face.

'Brother, it's an absolute emergency!'

'Quick, testify for me. All those strength requirements we talked about before were for catching big fish, right?'

'Now someone is actually slandering me, saying the material for this Fishing Rod is something the Air Force can use!'

'Reply to me quickly and help me clear this monumental injustice!'

Li Jiajun tapped away at the input box, his eyes as focused as if he were drafting an IPO prospectus that would determine the life or death of his company.

...

Meanwhile.

Wang Dachui, who had been shrinking in the corner.

Seeing his boss's rapt attention and his vow to bring in outside help for a comeback.

He was so excited he was rubbing his hands together, his eyes shining.

He felt that his factory director's move was simply playing the art of posturing to the extreme!

Others might not know who the "Seasoned Old Angler" on the other side of QQ was, but how could he, Wang Dachui, not know?

Those were chat records he had confirmed with his own eyes!

Wasn't that Minister Liu Jianguo, who was currently standing opposite the boss with a dark face?

'My goodness!'

'The factory director's move is brilliant!'

'Summoning the man himself to prove his innocence right in front of him?'

'What kind of god-tier posturing routine is this?!'

Wang Dachui shouted wildly in his heart, so excited he even forgot to spit out the sunflower seed shell in his mouth.

He felt his blood burning at this moment.

This was simply a textbook example of posturing!

He looked at Liu Jianguo standing opposite, then at Li Jiajun, who was looking down and furiously tapping his phone.

'Director, oh Director, it's a waste of talent for you not to be an Oscar-winning actor.'

'Knowing full well that the guy standing opposite you is the brother you've been chatting with, you can still act completely oblivious and look like you're asking him for help.'

'How do you manage not to break character at all?'

Such a thought surfaced in his mind.

Wang Dachui only felt that in the business of posturing, he still had much to learn; compared to his factory director's level, he was simply worlds apart!

He held his breath, not even daring to blink, for fear of missing any subtle change in expression in this great drama.

...

Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment.

In the office, ever since that expressionless official cut off the live stream, no one had spoken.

Elder Qian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Li Jiajun with deep eyes.

Liu Jianguo's face was as grim as water, still as black as the bottom of a pot, standing there without a word like a malevolent deity suppressing his anger.

A few seconds later.

Li Jiajun finally finished editing.

He carefully checked the words he had typed, confirming there were no grammatical errors and that they fully expressed his sense of being wronged.

He suddenly looked up.

Meeting Elder Qian's scrutinizing gaze and Liu Jianguo's cold eyes.

The corners of Li Jiajun's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an extremely confident and somewhat provocative smile.

"Uncle Liu, just you wait for the good news."

"My innocence will be proven in a moment."

After saying this.

He used his thumb to press the send button on the screen heavily and without hesitation.

"Whoosh!"

A slight system notification sound came from his phone's earpiece.

The message was sent successfully.

Li Jiajun had even rehearsed the following scene in his mind.

In a few seconds, that "Seasoned Old Angler" brother far away in the Imperial Capital would reply.

Then, he would shove the phone screen into Liu Jianguo's face and let him take a good look at the evidence in black and white.

Let him know what real civilian demand looked like!

However.

The plot did not proceed according to the script written by this toy factory director.

Almost at the same time he pressed the send button.

In this office that had become quiet to the extreme.

A crisp, extremely classic QQ message notification sound, familiar to every netizen of the Eastern Country.

Rang out abruptly.

"Ding-dong!"

...

Although the sound was not loud.

In this tense environment, it was like a bolt from the blue, exploding directly in mid-air.

The office instantly fell into an absolute, suffocating silence.

Even the air seemed to stop flowing.

The half-sunflower seed shell in Wang Dachui's mouth fell straight from the corner of his lips.

Elder Qian frowned slightly, seemingly feeling that it was inappropriate for someone's phone not to be on silent in such a serious investigation setting.

And Li Jiajun, standing behind the desk.

The moment he heard the sound.

The confident smile on his face seemed to have its pause button pressed, instantly freezing.

At this moment, his brain went blank for a fraction of a second.

Then his neck began to turn slowly, out of his brain's control.

His gaze followed the exact direction from which the sound had just come.

Slowly.

Moving inch by inch.

He passed over that black super Fishing Rod.

Passed over Elder Qian's deep gaze.

Finally.

His gaze landed, fixed and in disbelief, on the figure standing opposite him.

The one who had just claimed he was here to requisition his Fishing Rod.

Liu Jianguo, Uncle Liu.

That extremely crisp "Ding-dong" sound had clearly come from the inner pocket of Liu Jianguo's gray jacket!

Li Jiajun stared blankly at Liu Jianguo's expressionless face.

His mouth hung slightly open, his eyeballs nearly bulging out.

A powerful wave of disbelief, like a tsunami, completely submerged him.

He was utterly dumbfounded.

How...

How did the QQ message he just sent ring out from Uncle Liu?