Chapter 382 The Far-sighted Li Jiajun

Time passed, and it was the next day. As noon approached, a few wisps of idle clouds drifted across the sky over Baishui City.

Inside the Li Family Toy Factory in the suburbs, however, the scene was bustling with activity, with machines roaring inside the tall factory buildings. Rhythmic sounds of metal colliding with molds echoed from the production workshop.

Li Jiajun sat in his spacious office on the second floor. He called Wang Dachui to his side.

Wang Dachui had just run over from the assembly line, a white towel for wiping sweat hanging around his neck, panting heavily.

Looking at this capable subordinate before him, Li Jiajun wore a serious expression and instructed Wang Dachui to continue expanding the production line. He demanded that all available resources in the factory be mobilized to frantically produce those profitable Firefighting Parent-Child Pistols.

To emphasize the seriousness of the matter, Li Jiajun slammed his hand onto the solid wood desk, creating a loud slapping sound.

He loudly told Wang Dachui that they must work overtime to capture this vast market as soon as possible.

"Big Hammer, we are currently in a race against time."

"These toy processing factories in the country don't have many skills, but their speed at jumping on the bandwagon and copying is top-notch!"

"Otherwise, if similar toy factories plagiarize our idea and churn out a bunch of shoddy imitations to start a price war, then all our initial R&D investment will have gone down the drain, and that wouldn't be good."

Shortly after, watching Wang Dachui's retreating figure, Li Jiajun picked up his teacup and took a sip after finishing his instructions, then sat back into his soft boss chair with great comfort.

He reached into his pocket and took out his phone. His fingertips slid skillfully across the screen, opening WeChat.

Among the list of messages set to "Do Not Disturb," he specifically checked a highly active group chat. The name of this group chat was "Eastern Country Toy Industry Exchange and Mutual Aid Group."

The group chat gathered owners and distributors of toy factories, both large and small, from various coastal provinces. Usually, this group of people liked to trade information on rock-bottom prices for raw materials or promote their inventory to each other.

Li Jiajun, in fact, had long been lurking in this toy factory group using a burner account. However, since the day he joined, he had never spoken. He only watched every day without saying a word, a complete non-entity in the group.

The others in the group had no idea that behind this account, which was named "Happy Every Day," was the director of the Li Family Toy Factory, who had been stirring up a storm recently.

He swiped his thumb up the screen to check the chat history. Sure enough, the atmosphere in the group today was unusually heated, and the messages were scrolling at an extremely fast speed.

Those toy manufacturers, usually calculating and keen-nosed, had no mind to discuss the purchase price of plastic pellets at this moment. They were all enthusiastically discussing the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol from his live stream yesterday.

In the group, all sorts of sentences filled with exclamation marks kept popping up.

An owner with the screen name "Chenghai Electric Toy King" sent a long voice message: "Brothers, did you all watch the Li Family Toy Factory live stream yesterday? That shopping cart emptied way too fast! I originally wanted to grab one to study, but I didn't even get to touch a single hair!"

Someone immediately chimed in below. They were exchanging intelligence they had gathered from all over in the group. Between the lines, they all revealed an intention to jump on the bandwagon. This confirmed Li Jiajun's previous judgment, and it was the direct reason why he had just sternly lectured Wang Dachui and told him to expand production capacity immediately.

"I paid a scalper a high price to get one, but it hasn't arrived yet. However, watching the live stream replay, that bullet could instantly split open in mid-air and even turn to track the target. The effect is so cool; kids nowadays will definitely love this kind of flashy stuff."

In addition to enthusiastically discussing the sales potential of this new toy in the market, these bosses even discussed the technical details with great seriousness.

An owner whose profile picture was an injection molding machine confidently posted his analysis: "I pondered for a whole night and feel the principle is actually quite simple. It must be that inside that big bullet, they stuffed some high-elasticity micro-springs. Then, combined with a tiny amount of low-quality gunpowder as thrust. Once the bullet leaves the chamber, it loses pressure, the gunpowder ignites, and the springs instantly pop open, creating that 'scattering flowers' splitting effect! As for why it turns, it must be that the bullet casing was made asymmetrical, utilizing the aerodynamic principle of wind drift! As long as we test the molds a few more times, we can definitely copy it!"

Looking at these analyses on the screen, which could only be described as genius-level idiocy, Li Jiajun, sitting in his office, nearly spat out his tea. Springs? Low-quality gunpowder? Wind drift principle? The imagination of these guys was even more lacking than the shoddy Transformers they produced.

However, just as Li Jiajun was enjoying the joke, a message popped up on the screen that made his smile instantly vanish.

"I didn't expect that this Militia General, who is always being requisitioned, would actually come up with such a popular toy on the market."

In Li Jiajun's view, this was purely sour grapes. This was naked jealousy. Looking at this undisguised remark, Li Jiajun sat in his comfortable chair, speechless.

He was speechless in his heart. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, venting his inner dissatisfaction like a voiceover: "You guys are really interesting. You're clearly drooling with envy, wanting to jump on the bandwagon and make money yourselves. But since your technical skills aren't up to par, you're here getting angry and embarrassed, slandering me as some Militia General. I'm honestly making a toy gun for firefighting; who did I provoke or offend? Even this can be linked to military industry; it's simply unreasonable!"

Although he had been called this derogatory nickname that he hated most by his peers, after a while, Li Jiajun suddenly realized something. He also felt that this time, he had completely hit the right direction. As the saying goes, if you aren't envied, you're mediocre.

If the things he made were just a pile of waste plastic, these shrewd businessmen wouldn't even glance at them. It would be even more impossible for them to make a big fuss in the group studying springs and gunpowder. He felt quite pleased.

After all, he had made these people, who occupied these toy factories, all intend to jump on the bandwagon. This showed that this Parent-Child Pistol was flawless in its business logic and was a blockbuster that could absolutely sweep the children's toy market! This was also the highest recognition of his identity as the "People's Toymaker."

Looking at the messages in the group that were still guessing about the mold blueprints, Li Jiajun did not respond. Instead, he directly pressed the lock screen button on his phone. This further strengthened his determination to carry forward this "children's toy."

Since the market response was so enthusiastic that even his peers were crying with envy, he certainly couldn't slow down his pace.

Li Jiajun placed his phone securely on the desk. He picked up the transparent glass teacup from the table. Watching the few tender green tea leaves gently swaying on the surface of the water, a thick sense of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.