Chapter 336 Murphy's Law

Immediately after.

In the quiet office, a sudden burst of rapid and heavy breathing rang out.

Li Jiajun's teeth were instantly gnashed in anger.

This Old Red Egg actually dared to take the initiative to send him a WeChat message to 'point him in the right direction'?

At the thought of those two extremely ridiculous previous encounters, the feeling of frustration from being utterly screwed over erupted like a volcano in his heart.

Those two times.

Just look at what they did to him!

The first time was that robot dog.

The other party said they had found him a great job that definitely wouldn't land him in prison.

At the time, he had joyfully opened that technical parameter document, foolishly interpreting it with the mindset of making civilian toys.

Seeing the requirement for an instantaneous three-meter jump, he understood it as helping elderly people with mobility issues carry bags of rice upstairs.

Seeing the Carbon Fiber and ceramic composite armor designed to withstand bullets, he was moved, thinking it was to protect against highly destructive 'bratty kids'.

Even that reserved Picatinny rail was treated by him as a buckle for hanging shopping baskets when going to the supermarket for groceries.

And what happened after it was built?

That thing directly turned into a four-legged intelligent combat platform capable of traversing battlefields as if they were level ground!

The second time was this Fishing Rod whose core production line had just been hauled away.

In order to completely avoid that pit-ing old bastard.

He had specifically and sneakily gone to take over a brand-new factory area, keeping even the workers in the factory in the dark.

Then, he put on a pseudonym to ask for advice from old fishing enthusiasts in online fishing groups.

Who could have imagined that the 'Seasoned Old Angler' who chatted so enthusiastically with him and proposed Carbon Fiber indicators on par with Air Force fighter jets was actually an alternate account used by this Old Red Egg!

He had worked so hard watching documentaries about spider webs, Bharal, and Polar Bears.

He had finally gained an epiphany regarding six top-tier bionic technologies.

As a result, as soon as it was built, this Old Red Egg brought a large group of people to raid his place again.

The more Li Jiajun thought about it, the angrier he became.

His chest heaved violently.

His fingers tapped rapidly and loudly on the phone screen.

In the WeChat chat box, he typed out many 'greetings' to the other party's ancestors going back eighteen generations.

Words like having no bottom line.

Words like not acting with the dignity befitting his age.

Words about specifically picking on one sheep to shear until it was dead.

All sorts of words full of resentment filled the long input area.

However.

He typed and then deleted.

Deleted and then typed again.

Don't misunderstand; it wasn't that Li Jiajun was so well-mannered that he felt he couldn't curse out this bastard Liu Jianguo.

Rather, as he looked at these pale words on the screen, he felt that what he had written was insufficient to vent about the other party's deceptive behavior.

No matter what kind of vicious language he used.

None of it could vent the feelings of his broken heart, which wanted to be a pure toy maker but had been repeatedly and ruthlessly trampled upon.

So, he hesitated to press the send button.

...

Meanwhile.

In a high-level office far away in the Imperial Capital.

Liu Jianguo was sitting upright at his desk, his eyes fixed on the phone lying flat on the table.

He saw that at the top of the chat box with Li Jiajun, it had been showing 'Typing...' the whole time.

Ten seconds.

Half a minute.

A minute passed.

Yet nothing was sent for a long time.

The corners of Liu Jianguo's mouth began to twitch.

Even though the other party hadn't sent the words over.

Looking at that long-flickering prompt.

He felt as if eight generations of his ancestors had already been 'greeted' thoroughly.

That kid was definitely organizing the most vicious language in the world right now, preparing to give him a devastating mental blow.

In order to appease Li Jiajun's anger and avoid enduring the impending storm.

Liu Jianguo took a deep breath and hurriedly typed text onto the keyboard.

He tried to use the most perfect logic to do his best to clear himself of responsibility.

...

In the quiet office of the Li Family Toy Factory.

Li Jiajun was fretting over a pile of gibberish in the input box.

"Ding-dong."

The WeChat notification sound rang out abruptly.

A long paragraph of text appeared in the chat box.

Liu Jianguo sent a message saying:

"Little Li, think about it. These two times—the robot dog and the Fishing Rod—it's not like I made them get requisitioned. For the first one, I sent the wrong file. For this latter one, I did indeed point you in a direction, but the problem is that you were hiding from me."

"Don't you know Murphy's Law? With some things, the more you try to avoid them, the easier it is for things to go off track."

Seeing this message.

Li Jiajun was left completely stunned.

His original surge of anger actually experienced a pause in the face of this bizarre perspective.

He sat in his executive chair, brow slightly furrowed, and thought about it carefully.

Eh?

Was it really like that?

Previously, Uncle Liu, Liu Jianguo, said he wanted to point him in the right direction.

But these two times where the other party had 'pointed him in the right direction,' there had indeed been all sorts of blunders involved.

That time with the robot dog.

If the other party hadn't sent that highly classified parameter file by mistake.

How could he have possibly built a robotic pet for walking with old men and women according to military standards?

That time with the Fishing Rod.

If he hadn't insisted on switching to a new factory area to guard against this Old Red Egg, and hadn't gone online to consult an unknown old angler.

How could he have been fooled into the deep pit of Air Force fighter jet materials by the other party using an alternate account?

'Maybe it's because these blunders existed that things went completely off track.' This thought emerged in his mind.

...

In the office in the Imperial Capital.

Liu Jianguo stared intently at the screen.

Seeing that the 'Typing...' at the top of the chat box had disappeared and the other party hadn't exploded with a rebuttal for a long time.

He immediately realized that Li Jiajun seemed to have bought into this logic of his.

This was an excellent opportunity to press the advantage.

Liu Jianguo's fingers flew as he struck while the iron was hot, giving a penetrating analysis:

"Moreover, when you were making toys, you were always thinking in the direction of not being requisitioned; this instead caused things to go in the opposite direction."

This message was sent successfully.

Li Jiajun looked at this message, also completely dazed.

He leaned back against the chair, looking up at the ceiling.

He felt that what the other party said seemed right.

Yet it also seemed wrong.

He always felt like something wasn't quite right.

But looking into it carefully, every time he started a new project, the tightest string in his mind was indeed 'it absolutely cannot be treated as a weapon'.

Just as Li Jiajun fell into deep thought following this logic.

On the other end of the line.

Looking at the chat box, it still didn't show that the other party was typing.

This indicated that Li Jiajun had been persuaded a little bit more and was no longer organizing sentences to curse him.

Liu Jianguo raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

He felt as if he had just been dancing in a minefield.

He immediately sent another message to summarize:

"So this time when you make fire-fighting toys, just let go of the restrictions in your heart and do it; that way, it won't be requisitioned. Besides, making fire-fighting equipment is just putting out fires; how could it possibly be requisitioned?"

Click, send.

This perfectly closed-loop psychological counseling was finally complete.

After sending these few sentences.

Liu Jianguo put down his phone and let out a long breath of turbid air from his chest.

Logically, having successfully pacified this eerie genius, he should feel relieved.

But.

When silence returned to the office.

Sitting in that large office chair, he himself felt somewhat uneasy for no reason.