Chapter 381 Didn't call a respectable person?

He felt that tomorrow afternoon would be his glorious moment to completely turn things around and shed his "unreliable" label.

But his plan to gather people had just begun.

After successfully securing Old General and Old Qian, these two pillars of stability.

Liu Jianguo sat behind his large desk, feeling a surge of power throughout his body.

His previous grievances and anxieties were swept away.

Next.

The head of the Military Industry Department was full of vigor.

His gaze once again fell on the internal directory beside him.

His fingertips gently glided over the familiar surnames.

He then used the landline on his desk to call people he knew in the military.

The reason for creating such a grand spectacle and frantically inviting people to watch this live broadcast.

There was also a more private reason hidden within.

Because for some time now.

The young Li he was supervising, Li Jiajun, who was far away in Baishui City.

The official requisitioning of his various outrageous inventions, like a house raid, had already caused a stir in the internal circles.

From the express twin-tailed scorpion that could serve as an unmanned bomber, to the Carbon Fiber Fishing Rod whose performance surpassed new-generation materials.

The emergence of each item was accompanied by a flurry of chaos.

And Liu Jianguo, as Li Jiajun's direct liaison, naturally became the one at the center of the storm.

His old friends in the military, those powerful figures in various military regions.

They often used this matter to tease him when they went to headquarters for meetings or met privately.

This group of old fellows would gather, holding their teacups, pointing at his nose and joking.

Saying that Liu Jianguo was old but still unreliable in his work.

Some even patted their chests and boasted that if they were in charge of that Factory Director Li, they would surely keep him in line.

There definitely wouldn't be so many troublesome issues arising.

...

Recalling the smug faces of these old comrades-in-arms who spoke without feeling the pain.

Liu Jianguo felt a wave of speechlessness.

'What do you know!'

'Can that kid's way of thinking be controlled by a normal person?' This thought popped into his mind.

In order to redeem himself in front of these old comrades-in-arms.

To prove that he could not only keep an eye on that troublemaker but also guide him to create livelihood projects that benefited society.

He dialed the numbers in the directory one by one.

The call connected.

Liu Jianguo leaned back in his chair, his tone relaxed, telling them to make sure to spare time tomorrow to watch the online live broadcast about fire-fighting equipment.

He proudly stated on the phone that the high-end fire-fighting equipment he cooperated on with young Li was all ready.

The first few calls went smoothly.

Just when he called a certain high-ranking military official stationed elsewhere.

A hearty laugh came from the receiver.

Immediately after.

One of his old military friends directly teased him mercilessly on the phone:

"Old Liu, this time it won't crash again, will it?"

This jab at his sore spot made the smile on Liu Jianguo's face freeze.

Facing his old friend's skepticism, he immediately straightened up.

Liu Jianguo loudly retorted, saying:

"You jinx, how could my fire-fighting equipment crash?"

"That's purely for spraying water to extinguish fires, it has nothing to do with war!"

"Just relax and watch the show on time tomorrow afternoon!"

After speaking.

Without waiting for the other party to retort, he decisively hung up the phone.

...

And at this moment.

Inside a military command building.

That old military friend with a golden star on his shoulder, listening to the busy tone from the landline.

Slowly put down the receiver.

He picked up the thermos cup on his desk, took a sip of water, shook his head, and smiled.

Regarding the extravagant exhibition Old Liu had boasted about on the phone.

This old military friend was actually not very interested.

In the eyes of a senior general like him, who commanded heavy armored group army exercises year-round.

A bunch of ordinary fire-fighting equipment for civilian rescue simply held no appeal.

After all, there wasn't much to see in ordinary fire-fighting equipment.

In his stereotypical impression.

The so-called fire-fighting upgrade would at most involve increasing the capacity of water tankers or making the aerial ladders taller.

The most significant breakthrough would be a high-pressure water cannon spraying further.

This kind of thing should be left to the local emergency departments to worry about; it wasn't their turn, people who fought wars, to come and watch.

If it weren't to see what the legendary Factory Director Li looked like.

He wouldn't even want to waste a minute on such a boring live broadcast.

However.

They were all old comrades-in-arms with decades of friendship.

Out of respect for Liu Jianguo's solemn personal invitation.

He still decided that by tomorrow afternoon.

He would have his orderly open a webpage on the office computer, and he would casually watch it while handling documents.

Just to show support for his old buddy.

...

The camera cuts back to the Ministry of Military Industry building in the Imperial Capital.

The sun had moved from the east side of the window to the center.

Then, after continuously dialing for over an hour.

After inviting all those military personnel in the directory who usually liked to laugh at him.

Liu Jianguo felt that everything was finally complete.

He believed that tomorrow afternoon, these old fellows would be utterly impressed by his vision and control.

The Old Minister picked up the already cold enamel teacup from his desk with great satisfaction.

Brought it to his lips.

Just as he took a sip.

Liu Jianguo suddenly stopped, his eyes widening instantly.

He forcefully slapped his head.

With a crisp "Pah" sound.

The enamel teacup in his hand shook violently, and tea almost spilled, splashing onto the edge of the documents on his desk.

He just remembered an important matter.

What he was making a big fuss about this time was proper fire-fighting equipment.

Why did he call the Old General, Old Qian, and people from various military regions?

He had only notified people who made and used weapons.

He had forgotten the most crucial figures for this exhibition!

The major purchasers of fire-fighting equipment, who actually paid the bills, hadn't been called at all!

'I'm really getting old and confused!'

'If no one from the emergency departments comes to see it, no matter how good the demonstration is tomorrow, who will buy it?' This thought popped into his mind.

...

Thinking of this.

Liu Jianguo didn't bother to wipe the tea off his desk.

He quickly went back to flip through that thick internal directory.

Anxiously searching for numbers in the local Government department category.

He called the emergency management departments responsible for fire-fighting equipment procurement in several economically developed provinces that usually had ample budgets.

After continuously communicating with the heads of seven or eight provinces and cities.

He finally finished the last call.

After confirming that the comrades in charge of fire-fighting procurement departments in various provinces would all be in their offices tomorrow afternoon, organizing dedicated personnel to watch Li Jiajun's live broadcast.

He finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He put down the receiver.

Raised his wrist and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Liu Jianguo leaned back in his chair, looking at the landline on his desk, and couldn't help but mutter:

"Fortunately, I thought of this and promptly called the fire-fighting procurement side to communicate."

"Otherwise, tomorrow young Li would perform strenuously in the live broadcast for half a day, and the main audience wouldn't be there."

"How would young Li think of me then?"

"He would definitely think I'm unreliable, and that he went to all that trouble making a bunch of calls, but none of them were to the right people."

In the spacious office.

Only the Old Minister's somewhat relieved soliloquy could be heard.

If these words were to get out.

Old Qian, the Old General, and all the powerful acquaintances in the military whom he had woken up from their beds or meetings early in the morning.

Would probably be so angry they'd spit blood on the spot.

So, we're not 'the right people'?

At this moment.

Liu Jianguo casually flipped a page of the old desk calendar on his desk.

His gaze stopped on the time slot for 1:30 PM the next day.