Chapter 352 Why did this kid leave in such a hurry?

His gaze slowly shifted from the dense parameters in the manual to the dusty plastic pistol sitting on the desk.

Liu Jianguo's mouth hung open, his entire being trapped in a state of profound shock.

A full minute passed.

Only then did he swallow hard, finally snapping out of his brain-dead stupor.

Filled with extreme doubt, Liu Jianguo slowly flipped open the thick manual.

The paper quality was actually quite good, emitting a distinct scent of ink.

He wanted to see what kind of elaborate claims could be made for a plastic pistol that didn't even use metal components.

The entries in this manual were hardcore to an outrageous degree.

Liu Jianguo suppressed his impatience and began to read the detailed instructions on how to use this gun.

He flipped to the table of contents.

The title of the first chapter read: [Ignition Point Infrared Thermal Imaging Detection System].

The content wasn't about how to pull the trigger; instead, it provided detailed and tedious instructions on how to use the miniature sensors on the gun body to accurately lock onto the infrared heat of a fire source.

Not only that, but it was also accompanied by feedback charts for various frequency bands.

Liu Jianguo frowned and continued flipping through.

Chapter Two was: [Cluster Split Cruise System].

The contents of this chapter left Liu Jianguo's head spinning.

It clearly marked the air pressure parameters for when the mother bullet exploded and split mid-air, as well as the maximum target acquisition radius of the miniature sub-bullets after separation.

To achieve the optimal dispersion effect...

The manual actually used complex fluid dynamics formulas to derive cruise trajectories under different wind speeds.

He flipped further.

The title of Chapter Three was: [Self-Assembling Modular Firefighting Units].

This part left Liu Jianguo even more dumbfounded.

The manual stated that to deal with different types of fires, the interior of the bullets was designed as detachable miniature modules.

Users could fill the bullets with foam, dry powder, acid-base neutralizers, or carbon dioxide (CO2) according to the actual needs of the fire.

If encountering special electrical fires, it even required the user to personally fill them with various substances like the strictly controlled 1211 Halon fire extinguishing agent.

It also specifically noted that the mixing ratio of dry powder and gas must be accurate to two decimal places.

The table of contents alone listed over a dozen chapters.

The specific content of each chapter spanned many pages.

There wasn't a single simple cartoon illustration; it was all cold, professional cross-sectional diagrams of miniature machinery.

...

Looking at this manual filled with tactical terminology and fluid dynamics formulas...

Holding the heavy booklet, Liu Jianguo almost burst out laughing on the spot.

He tossed the manual onto the desk.

He recalled Li Jiajun's confident tone on the phone yesterday, as if he had discovered a peerless business opportunity.

That kid actually said he was going to sell this thing as a toy to children!

'Does this kid have some kind of misunderstanding about children?'

'Kids in kindergarten these days barely know a few words; they still need teachers to teach them pinyin.'

'When people get a toy gun, it's just to spray water for fun around the neighborhood.'

'And you expect a bunch of little brats to understand this hundred-page hardcore tactical manual before they can play with a water gun?'

'If a kid gets this gun, they'd probably be driven to tears just by looking at the manual,' he thought to himself.

Liu Jianguo was speechless to the extreme.

He felt that Li Jiajun's train of thought had simply drifted off into outer space.

Setting aside the technological content of this plastic gun, the tedious manual alone doomed it to be an utter failure of a product.

How is this making a toy?

Forget about children.

Even an old comrade like him, who had spent a lifetime in the military-industrial system dealing with all sorts of precision weapons every day...

...didn't want to look at these instructions that were so tedious they made his scalp tingle.

He certainly didn't want to try playing with it.

Liu Jianguo felt that if he really tried to mix some acid-base neutralizer according to the manual, he'd probably be burned by chemical reagents before the fire was even out.

...

Liu Jianguo shook his head and casually pushed the dusty plastic pistol aside.

He picked up his tea cup, which had already gone slightly cold, intending to moisten his throat.

Just then.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the half-closed office door.

A subordinate from their Ministry of Military Industry happened to pass by the door.

This person was taking huge strides, almost at a light run.

He was in a great rush, drenched in sweat, and didn't even have time to wipe the perspiration streaming down his cheeks.

The man was clutching several stamped documents tightly, seemingly on an urgent mission of the utmost importance.

Seeing him, Liu Jianguo put down his tea cup.

He beckoned toward the door.

"Xiao Wang, come in for a second."

Hearing his superior's call, the subordinate quickly stopped and turned into the office.

Liu Jianguo pointed to the ordinary-looking plastic pistol on the desk, along with the thick manual.

He handed the toy and the manual to the man.

Liu Jianguo casually instructed: "Take this away and have the people below put it in the Special Retention Area of the Armory."

...

One had to understand.

Every year, their Ministry of Military Industry had many new weapons that looked great on paper in the lab, but once developed...

...they were found to be completely impractical when taken to the field for combat testing.

Among these failed products, the valueless scraps would be sent directly to the furnace for destruction.

However, some unique weapons that were overall failures but had certain bright spots would be collected in the Special Retention Area.

These unique failures often contained some clever ideas.

Perhaps those clever ideas could be of great use later when developing other new equipment.

As for this defective product personally made by Li Jiajun...

While it was completely unqualified for firefighting...

...since it was made by Li Jiajun...

...it was certainly eligible to go to that area and gather dust.

...

The subordinate's mind was currently entirely occupied by the urgent task he had to perform.

He was in a hurry to get things done and had no time to care about what his superior was handing him.

He didn't even glance at what the gun looked like.

He just hurriedly said, "Okay."

He tucked the plastic pistol and the heavy manual into the pile of documents in his arms.

Then he left in a rush, his pace even faster than before, vanishing around the corner of the hallway in an instant.

Watching his frantic departing figure, Liu Jianguo picked up his tea cup again.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Why is this kid in such a hurry?"