Chapter 335 Let's Be Firefighters!

Li Jiajun released his right hand from the mouse.

The fan in the computer case was still spinning tirelessly, making a monotonous buzzing sound.

The faint reflection from the monitor screen mirrored his slightly helpless face.

Li Jiajun sat in that large executive chair.

He let out a long, heavy sigh of frustration from his chest.

...

After going offline.

When the entire office fell silent once again.

A sense of emptiness quietly welled up.

...

His current location was not the Fishing Rod factory where the core production line had been hauled away overnight by the military.

Instead, he had returned to the old factory.

That is, the Li Family Toy Factory he had initially taken over.

Sitting alone at his desk, Li Jiajun looked around.

There were no high-precision testing instruments around anymore.

Nor were there those national-treasure-level scientists and serious-faced Special Agents.

And certainly no Liu Jianguo, who always managed to give him a fright.

Everywhere his gaze fell, there were only old desks and the slightly dilapidated factory buildings outside the window.

He felt very unhappy.

Standing up and walking to the window, Li Jiajun looked out at the buildings of the Li Family Toy Factory.

...

In the courtyard stood a few rusty iron gates, next to several old locust trees covered in dust.

Although it was run-down, it carried his original dreams.

He sighed deeply in his heart.

'I just wanted to sell some ordinary things.'

'I still want to be a pure toy maker for the people, completely unrelated to being requisitioned.'

'Why does it turn out like this every time?' This thought surfaced in his mind.

...

Turning around to pace back and forth in the office, Li Jiajun began to replay his recent experiences frame by frame in his mind.

He tried to figure out where exactly he had gone wrong.

He remembered the first children's toy drone he had made.

At the time, he just felt that the toy drones on the market flew unstable and would crash at the slightest provocation.

He had just watched bees for a while and had a sudden epiphany about a flight algorithm in his head.

And the result?

That thing crossed half the globe and appeared in the skies over the Middle East battlefield.

Not only did it become a capable asset for a certain armed organization, but it also left the underlings of the Ugly Country dazed and confused.

How did the Netizens tease him in the bullet comments back then?

"The military came knocking in the morning, and the person was executed in the afternoon."

"He passed away peacefully. I heard he even twitched during cremation, shouting repeatedly: 'I'm a toy factory, aren't I?'"

These bullet comments were indeed teasing him, but his original intention was just to make toys.

But somehow, the title of Militia General was welded onto him.

He then thought of the later elderly joy mobility scooter.

The original intention was clearly to make travel safer for the elderly.

But as it turned out.

It was used by others as an all-terrain assault vehicle, moving over rugged mountain terrain as if it were flat ground.

Once the firepower configuration was added, even regular armored vehicles had to take a detour when they saw it.

Then, it was exported directly to the Sanbianpo.

And...

One by one, dead memories began to attack him.

The corners of Li Jiajun's mouth twitched violently.

He felt these past lessons were already ridiculous enough.

Until this time.

To completely avoid the gaze of Uncle Liu, Liu Jianguo, and to guard against this curse.

He had specifically gone to take over a brand-new factory area.

He even kept it from his closest workers.

He used an alias to ask veteran fishing enthusiasts in QQ groups for advice.

He thought he had done everything seamlessly this time.

And the result?

The Fishing Rod he produced.

Not only did its strength and modulus far exceed the level of the world-leading Toray Industries.

It even directly used the top-tier Carbon Fiber materials intended for the Air Force's next-generation fighter jets.

It even directly attracted national-treasure-level scientists like Old Qian.

Then, the production line was once again hauled away by military-green heavy trucks.

Li Jiajun was speechless to the extreme.

He just felt waves of mental exhaustion.

He felt that his heart, which only wanted to be an ordinary factory director, was being ruthlessly trampled by reality time and time again.

...

Li Jiajun sat back in his executive chair.

He rubbed his cheeks hard with both hands.

He was full of gloom.

He felt he couldn't keep drifting with the tide like this.

If he kept being requisitioned like this, he felt that sooner or later, he would be completely kept like some kind of strategic resource.

He began to think seriously.

Thinking about how to truly break this curse of being requisitioned every time he manufactured something.

'No.'

'I must find an absolutely niche field that could never possibly have any connection with the authorities.'

Sitting in his chair, Li Jiajun shook his head repeatedly.

He was quite frightened by his own deductions.

Because he found that now, whatever he looked at seemed like potential weaponry.

Looking at a plastic basin, he could associate it with the curvature of a special bulletproof helmet.

Looking at an ordinary jump rope, he could think of the high-strength Arresting Cable on an aircraft carrier deck.

Staring fretfully at the teacup on the desk, his brain had completely stalled.

He sat there in a daze.

He really didn't know what to manufacture anymore.

...

Time passed second by second.

Just as he was full of gloom, thinking about how to truly break this curse of being requisitioned every time he manufactured something.

In the quiet office.

The phone on the desk suddenly vibrated.

The vibration sounded exceptionally clear in the silent room.

Li Jiajun's train of thought was instantly interrupted.

Lowering his head, his gaze fell on the phone.

He reached out, picked up the phone, and tapped the screen with his thumb.

The light from the screen illuminated his face.

And at that moment, a message from Liu Jianguo appeared on his WeChat.

...

Li Jiajun's brow furrowed slightly.

Seeing the name Liu Jianguo, a hint of wariness instinctively arose in his heart.

After all, he had just fallen for the other man's schemes.

But he still tapped on the chat dialog box.

A sentence was clearly displayed on the screen:

"Xiao Li, I've reflected deeply and thought of a direction for you. Make firefighting toys—that is, firefighting equipment. This definitely won't be requisitioned."

Li Jiajun sat there.

He looked at the message.

His gaze lingered on the word "firefighting."

Wait, how does this Red Egg still dare to...