Chapter 316 You still say you two weren't in cahoots?

At this moment, Li Jiajun stood behind his desk, looking completely drained of the will to live.

He felt that the "humble toy factory director" persona he had worked so hard to build had been shattered by this sudden Old Worker with a cobweb-covered stick.

But.

While speechless, Li Jiajun had to admit one thing in his heart.

This Elder Qian, who was surrounded by everyone like a star among moons, really did have some serious skills!

From just a few words from the old security guard and a glance at the texture on the surface of the Fishing Rod...

...he could accurately deduce the key point of his micro-level "Spiderweb Bionic Spiral Weaving Technology" in such a short time.

This top-tier scientific intuition and knowledge base were truly shocking enough to make one's scalp tingle.

However.

Compared to Li Jiajun's despair...

...deep in Elder Qian's heart, a much more violent tide of shock was surging.

As a titan in the industry, Elder Qian was very aware of a cruel reality.

In the field of cutting-edge materials science, understanding the key points of a technology was only the first step of a ten-thousand-mile march.

It absolutely did not mean that their National Team could immediately replicate the technology perfectly in a laboratory!

From theoretical epiphany to micro-level process implementation, there was a technical barrier as vast as a celestial chasm.

Yet the young man before him had forced his way across that chasm!

Elder Qian looked up, his gaze locked firmly on Li Jiajun.

In his eyes as he looked at Li Jiajun, an indescribable fanaticism burned.

That look was like a pervert who had watched adult films all night suddenly seeing a naked beauty.

Extreme desire, completely undisguised.

...

And that Old Worker holding the stick.

He watched the room full of top Experts shouting over the Fishing Rod; although he didn't understand what they meant by "microstructure"...

...he felt that his task for today was successfully completed.

He believed he had successfully provided the factory director with a wave of excellent inspiration.

So, he gave a simple smile and walked out, satisfied.

However.

Just as the Old Worker stepped over the threshold, before the half-open wooden door of the office could even close...

Outside.

...another large head poked in.

The person who came this time was much broader than the Old Worker from before.

It was the Fat Master Chef from the factory's new cafeteria.

He had been waiting outside for a long time, with a few drops of sweat hanging from his forehead.

At this moment, over his round belly, he wore a greasy apron stained with various seasonings.

He even habitually held a large stainless steel stir-fry ladle in his hand.

These Old Workers in the new factory area all had a clear account in their hearts.

They knew the new Fat Master Chef was an excellent cook, and his dishes smelled delicious for miles.

They also knew their young Factory Director Li was an absolute foodie.

More importantly.

These old comrades who had followed him from the nearly bankrupt factory had witnessed a miracle.

Back then, it was because Factory Director Li had stared at the Fat Master Chef's superb wok-tossing skills in the cafeteria for a long time.

Not long after, the Fishing Rods produced by the factory miraculously solved the fatal problem of being afraid of fire!

Therefore.

In the simple logic of these honest workers...

...since looking at spiderwebs could make Fishing Rods strong, then watching the Fat Master Chef cook could naturally inspire the factory director to solve other problems!

So, they had discussed it privately and made "watching cooking" one of the regular programs to inspire the factory director.

...

The Fat Master Chef poked half his body in, originally planning to just shout out.

But when he looked up, he saw the small office was actually crowded with so many well-dressed, dignified big shots.

His hand holding the ladle couldn't help but pause.

He swallowed nervously.

But.

The Fat Master Chef secretly encouraged himself.

'No matter how big these people are, can they be bigger than our factory director's inspiration?'

'If I delay the factory director from coming up with good ideas, that would be a real sin!'

'Only if the factory director is well can our factory be well!'

Such a thought surfaced in his mind.

At this thought, the Fat Master Chef gritted his teeth and cast aside his worries.

He pushed the door open, strode in, and shouted loudly at Li Jiajun behind the desk in an excited tone that couldn't be missed:

"Factory Director!"

"It's time!"

"Time to come watch me cook!"

The Fat Master Chef even waved the stainless steel ladle in his hand, his face beaming with the pride of an artist:

"My feel for tossing the wok is especially good today. The fire is high, the oil is plenty, and the 'wok hei' is incredible!"

...

This sudden shout was like a clap of thunder exploding in the office that had just experienced a scientific storm.

The air went silent.

Elder Qian and the group of top Aerospace Experts had only just calmed down slightly from the shock brought by the spiderweb.

Hearing this...

...everyone fell into extreme confusion once again.

They stared blankly at this chef covered in cooking fumes.

Watch cooking?

Could something as mundane as cooking have some secret connection to this Fishing Rod embedded with cutting-edge technology?

Among the Expert group...

...a Balding Expert specializing in Aviation and Spacecraft Surface Coating Technology couldn't contain his curiosity.

He stepped forward and looked at the Fat Master Chef, asking with an incredible thirst for knowledge:

"Master."

"What problem can your factory director solve by watching you cook?"

Hearing the question from this top Expert...

...the Fat Master Chef didn't feel intimidated at all; instead, he felt his cooking skills were being praised.

He immediately stood up straight and, with a proud look, used his free hand to pat his broad chest hard.

He answered loudly and with certainty:

"That solved a huge problem!"

"Last time the factory director finished watching me toss the wok..."

"Our Fishing Rods became fireproof!"

...

"Fireproof?"

These four words, coming from a chef's mouth...

...once again sent all the Experts present into deep contemplation and utter bewilderment.

As insiders, they immediately performed a professional terminology translation in their minds.

They realized that what this chef called "fireproof" addressed another core indicator on that top-secret test report!

High-temperature resistance!

But!

High-temperature Resistant Materials?

And cooking?!

What on earth was the connection between the two?

This logical leap was too big!

Could it be that the wok was used to simulate the environment of a High-pressure Reactor?

Or that cooking oil was used to replace some special anti-oxidation coating?

The Experts felt their brain cells burning frantically, but they couldn't find the logical chain to connect the two.

...

Meanwhile, Li Jiajun...

...after hearing the Fat Master Chef's clear "fireproof"...

...he closed his eyes in despair and covered his face with both hands.

He felt that his "ordinary toy factory director" persona had, at this moment, completely shattered into pieces.

Not even a crumb was left.

And in the corner of the office...

...Wang Dachui, who had been sitting quietly on a small stool, was now so excited he almost jumped up.

He pulled out a small notebook and a ballpoint pen from somewhere and was taking notes frantically.

His hands were trembling slightly from overexcitement.

'Here it comes, here it comes!'

'Phase two!'

'This is the rhythm control of a top-tier flex!'

'First, throw out an unbelievable lead that no one can figure out, pulling the anticipation to the max.'

'The factory director's sequence of flexes is connected so smoothly!'

Wang Dachui shouted fanatically in his heart.

...

However.

In this room filled with various bizarre emotions...

...the one who felt the most panic and bewilderment wasn't Li Jiajun, who was covering his face.

It was Liu Jianguo, who had been standing to the side, not daring to interject.

When Liu Jianguo heard the word "cooking," he felt as if his heart skipped a beat.

A memory struck his brain like a bolt of lightning.

You see...

...a few hours ago, in the special car taking them from the capital to Baishui City...

...an Old Expert in materials sitting next to him had once posed a speculative question.

"Director Liu, do you think this preparation process might use some kind of new High-pressure Reactor?"

And at that time, Liu Jianguo...

...because his head was full of resentment toward Li Jiajun and he thought the other's guess was too ridiculous...

...he had answered with extreme impatience and even a touch of spite:

"How should I know?"

"Maybe it was stir-fried in a wok."

At the time, in the car, that sentence was just an extremely nonsensical remark made in anger.

But now!

In this bizarre office, when this chef in a greasy apron said with his own mouth that the factory director solved the high-temperature resistance problem by watching him cook...

...this became extremely terrifying!

Sure enough.

Just as Liu Jianguo was breaking into a cold sweat...

...the Expert who had questioned him in the car also seemed to have suddenly remembered this.

That Expert slowly turned his head and cast his gaze toward Liu Jianguo.

That look was extremely complex, filled with deep suspicion and questioning.

That gaze seemed to be shouting:

'Director Liu, it all matches up!'

'And you still say you two didn't collude?'

'You even knew in advance that the guy found inspiration from a stir-fry wok!'

'And you're still pretending with us that making that Fishing Rod was a complete accident?'

If the Expert's gaze made Liu Jianguo feel like he had thorns in his back...

...then the next thing made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The Special Agent who had been standing silently in the corner, responsible for protection and "surveillance"...

...at this moment, also keenly noticed this extremely unusual coincidence.

One of the most important tasks for this Special Agent coming along this time was to find out through field investigation whether Liu Jianguo's taking the Fishing Rod abroad was truly as innocent as the investigation appeared.

He needed to confirm if Liu Jianguo really didn't know that this Fishing Rod contained top-tier Carbon Fiber materials urgently needed by the Air Force.

And now...

The Special Agent expressionlessly took out a small black notebook from his pocket.

He uncapped his pen and began to record rustlingly on it.

Naturally, he had to record such an extremely noteworthy point word for word as an important reference for subsequent evaluation.

Seeing the Special Agent's action of bowing his head to record...

The corner of Liu Jianguo's mouth twitched violently and uncontrollably.