Chapter 332 The Whole Country

Elder Qian stared intently at Li Jiajun.

His rapid breathing finally managed to calm down with great difficulty.

He recovered from the grand vision that was enough to change the destiny of mankind.

Elder Qian glanced down at his phone screen.

He looked back at the young man opposite him.

"When you just sent me this document, you clearly said it was just an immature idea about the future."

Elder Qian's voice rose an octave, his tone filled with deep confusion.

He vigorously waved his right hand, which was holding the phone.

"But all the parameters and process flows are right here!"

"This can clearly be put directly into production!"

"Is this still 'immature'?"

...

Facing the repeated questioning from this national-treasure-level scientist,

Li Jiajun simply blinked innocently.

He spread his hands and began to explain in a very self-assured tone.

"Of course it's immature."

"The process requirements in this plan are too high; it's impossible to carry out mass production."

Li Jiajun curled his lip.

"One could only spend a huge cost to carry out that kind of small-scale production."

"For a mature civilian product, if you can't control the costs for mass production,"

"then isn't it just immature?"

After saying this, Li Jiajun sighed silently in his heart.

'It seems Elder Qian really is a poor relative.'

'It's clearly an immature thing that can't be mass-produced, yet he's making such a fuss,' he thought to himself.

...

And off to the side,

Liu Jianguo stood there, looking completely speechless.

He knew Li Jiajun all too well.

The constant antics over the past few months had given him a near-intuitive sensitivity to the kid's micro-expressions.

Liu Jianguo only needed one look at Li Jiajun's darting eyes and shifting expressions.

He instantly saw through what the kid was plotting in his heart.

'This brat must be thinking about that "poor relative" nonsense again,' Liu Jianguo thought.

Inevitably, the corner of his mouth twitched again.

He felt his blood pressure starting to rise once more.

Just as Liu Jianguo was feeling depressed because he had seen through Li Jiajun's thoughts,

suddenly,

*Smack!*

A crisp sound echoed in the office.

Without warning, Elder Qian raised his hand and landed a solid smack on Liu Jianguo's head.

Liu Jianguo stumbled forward from the smack and turned his head in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?"

Elder Qian glared at Liu Jianguo, his tone somewhat annoyed.

In fact, Elder Qian hadn't directly seen through the little schemes Li Jiajun hid behind his innocent expression.

However,

by observing Liu Jianguo's colorful facial changes, he had accurately deduced what Liu Jianguo was thinking regarding "what Li Jiajun was thinking."

Elder Qian felt that Liu Jianguo's constipated expression was clearly meant to annoy him.

This old fellow must have noticed something and was following Li Jiajun's train of thought, also wanting to call him a fussy poor relative.

After all,

in his youth, Liu Jianguo was a famously unorthodox figure within the Military-industrial system.

Of course,

Liu Jianguo hadn't been as bizarrely talented as Li Jiajun when he was young.

If one had to find a reference point, one could say Liu Jianguo was a watered-down version of Li Jiajun.

However,

because Elder Qian had a very good friendship with Liu Jianguo's father, he had stepped in several times during the early years to clean up the messes Liu Jianguo had caused.

It was precisely because of this long-term "battle of wits."

Elder Qian's level of understanding of Liu Jianguo was exactly the same as Liu Jianguo's current understanding of Li Jiajun.

It was a perfect matryoshka doll of a food chain.

Liu Jianguo clutched his aching head.

He was speechless to the extreme.

He felt this whole situation was simply ridiculous.

Although Elder Qian had seen through Li Jiajun's thoughts by looking at his expression,

still!

If he was going to smack someone, he should have smacked Li Jiajun, the real culprit!

What was the point of smacking him for no reason?

...

Elder Qian ignored the aggrieved Liu Jianguo.

After delivering the smack, his mood actually calmed down quite a bit.

Elder Qian turned his head and looked back at Li Jiajun, who was sitting behind the desk.

He reflected on Li Jiajun's infuriating cost logic from a moment ago.

Elder Qian couldn't help but raise his hand and point vaguely in Li Jiajun's direction.

He didn't even have the energy to argue.

'This kid.'

'He simply doesn't understand.'

'For a material of this caliber that can change the course of human progress, what does it matter if it can't be mass-produced?'

'In the context of a country as massive as our Eastern Country...'

'...even if we have to spend a huge cost for small-scale production, it's more than enough for certain core and cutting-edge fields!'

'After all, when necessary, our Eastern Country can activate a Whole-of-nation system,' Elder Qian thought to himself.

In the face of a Whole-of-nation system, what does a little bit of cost matter?

Elder Qian couldn't be bothered to explain these strategic-level matters to a factory director whose head was only filled with how to sell toys at a low cost.

He only wanted results.

After this discussion, which was absurd yet definitive,

the matters in the office finally settled completely.

...

Without any suspense,

Li Jiajun's super Fishing Rod was completely requisitioned.

Late that night,

outside Li Jiajun's new factory area, which he had specifically acquired to avoid Liu Jianguo,

one olive-drab heavy truck after another drove through the factory gates under the cover of darkness.

The headlights lit up the workshop as bright as day.

Under the rapid operation of a group of fully armed logistics personnel,

the production line Li Jiajun had personally modified specifically for producing high-end Carbon Fiber Fishing Rods was dismantled and packed overnight.

Then, it was all hauled away.

Looking at the now-empty workshop,

Li Jiajun's heart was bleeding.

However,

the state didn't let its greatest contributor suffer a loss for nothing this time.

The higher-ups gave Li Jiajun very generous compensation.

One afternoon a few days later,

Li Jiajun sat in the executive chair in his office.

He picked up his phone and logged into his mobile banking app.

As the page finished loading,

he checked his account balance.

Looking at the string of numbers on the screen,

there was indeed a long string of extra zeros in his bank account.

It was a massive fortune that an ordinary person couldn't earn in several lifetimes.

Furthermore, the state provided a long-term commitment.

Every year from now on, a special fund nominally for technical guidance would be deposited into his card on time.

He could truly be said to have a guaranteed income for life.

'But this isn't the life I wanted, is it?'

Li Jiajun let out a long breath.

He put away his phone and turned his head.

He looked out the window at the factory area, which had become quiet once again.

He had made a fortune.

It's just...

...when will these days of having my things requisitioned like a house raid every other day finally come to an end?