Chapter 385 A Triumphant Li Jiajun: He Must Have Been Shocked

He pushed aside those distant memories.

After clearing his throat,

Li Jiajun didn't waste any time, nor did he intend to do any more interactive warm-ups.

He cut straight to the point.

Under the watchful eyes of over forty thousand Netizens who hadn't left,

the young factory director began to introduce today's first product.

That was the so-called individual man-portable shoulder-fired rocket fire extinguisher.

Li Jiajun took the device off its stand.

Holding his phone,

with the livestream running,

he strode out of the spacious office.

He headed down the stairs, through a hallway stacked with cardboard boxes, and out to an open area of the factory.

...

The sunlight outside was intense, reflecting off the concrete ground with a white glare.

In a corner of the clearing, several large items were covered with heavy dust cloths.

Li Jiajun walked up to one of the relatively smaller dust cloths.

The livestream frame shook a few times as he moved.

Impatient comments were still floating across the bullet chat.

"Are you really going to sell fire extinguishers?"

"It's over, this Streamer has run out of talent."

"Let's go, let's go. Under that cloth is probably just a few red dry powder canisters."

Various pessimistic comments scrolled slowly across the screen.

Li Jiajun watched the screen but didn't argue.

He switched the phone to his left hand and aimed the camera at the dust cloth.

Then,

he reached out with his right hand and yanked off the coarse fabric.

He bent down.

Applying force with both hands, he gripped the two ergonomic rough handles underneath.

The muscles on his arms bulged slightly.

Li Jiajun pulled the thing out.

This thing was certainly not light.

He struggled to level it.

Taking a half-step back, he adjusted the angle.

He aimed this "Firefighting God-tier Tool" that he had poured his heart and soul into directly at the high-definition camera.

...

Then,

unobstructed sunlight poured onto this freshly minted product.

As the equipment was exposed to the view of tens of thousands of people,

its entire body emitted a cold, hard metallic luster.

The dark gray paint job had no unnecessary decorations, exuding an industrial minimalist aura of lethal intent.

Occupying the main part of the frame was a thick launch tube.

The caliber was terrifyingly large, the pitch-black muzzle looking as if it could swallow everything.

Above the launch tube sat a complex optical scope.

The lens of the sight reflected the sunlight with a cold glint, and it even featured precise crosshair reticles for rangefinding.

At the rear of the launch tube,

a conical warhead with half of its tail fins exposed was visible.

The curve of that warhead was full of aerodynamic beauty designed to tear through the air.

This ferocious piece of equipment was displayed without reservation.

...

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

The Netizens in the livestream who had just been clamoring about how boring it was,

the instant they saw the outline of this thing,

were all dumbfounded on the other side of their screens.

Inside a certain university men's dormitory.

A fat guy in boxers was sitting cross-legged on a chair, staring listlessly at the computer screen, his right hand clutching a handful of original-flavor potato chips ready to be shoved into his mouth.

When that thick tube with a scope and a conical warhead occupied the entire livestream frame,

in front of the screen,

the fat guy's eyes, which weren't big to begin with, instantly bulged wide.

His eyeballs almost hit his glasses.

He subconsciously opened his mouth.

His hand loosened.

The snacks in his hand fell to the floor, and potato chip crumbs scattered all over one of his slippers.

But he couldn't be bothered to brush off the crumbs.

He just stared blankly at that launch tube that looked like it could spit out destructive fire.

...

The same scene was playing out in different corners across the country.

Office workers on the subway who had been drowsy were so startled they almost dropped their phones on their faces.

A young man sitting on the toilet was so shocked he forgot to pull up his pants.

After a brief moment of being dazed,

the brains of these forty thousand-plus people began to process.

You have to understand,

even if they hadn't eaten pork, they had seen a pig run.

Images from various movies, news, and even shooting games flooded into their memories like a tide.

They looked at this iconic hydrodynamic shape.

They looked at that classic shoulder-fired structure and the exaggerated conical warhead.

Everyone was roaring in their hearts.

'What the hell is this?!'

'This cylindrical launch tube!'

'This precise crosshair sight!'

'This is something that can directly load high-explosive anti-tank rounds!' This thought surfaced in his mind.

Countless people were thinking the same thing:

You call this an individual man-portable shoulder-fired rocket fire extinguisher?

Since when do your fire extinguishers have rangefinding scopes?!

Since when do your fire extinguisher warheads have folding tail fins?!

Isn't this the famous anti-tank rocket launcher—the RPG?!

...

This extremely destructive visual impact

directly stunned everyone into silence.

Even through the thin phone screens, the cold murderous intent emanating from the dark gray tube body almost overflowed.

Then,

the Netizens in the livestream who knew a bit about military industry or frequently played shooting games,

even the keyboard warriors who usually loved to argue about everything online,

were completely suppressed by the killing aura radiating from this thing.

They were so shocked their scalps went numb.

This was a genuine weapon of war!

It was a man-portable ultimate weapon capable of flipping main battle tanks and leveling fire bunkers in local conflicts!

Now, it was actually appearing so nonchalantly in a toy-selling livestream?

And the Streamer insisted it was "firefighting equipment"?

Because of the extreme shock,

they even forgot to tap their keyboards.

The fingers that were originally prepared to type "Refund" or "Boring" hovered over the screens, trembling slightly, unable to press down.

The number of people sending bullet comments instantly plummeted.

The online count in the top right corner was clearly still over forty thousand,

but an abnormal blank period appeared on the public screen that should have been scrolling rapidly.

For a full ten seconds, not a single new line of text popped up.

It was as if there had been a collective mute.

The entire livestream was so quiet it made one's heart go numb.

...

On the other end of the screen,

Li Jiajun, standing in the Baishui City factory clearing,

held this heavy "long-range fire extinguisher" with one hand with some effort while holding his phone with the other.

He looked at the screen.

He saw that the bullet chat, which hadn't been very lively to begin with, had actually stopped scrolling completely.

There wasn't a single new message.

Li Jiajun stood before the camera, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

'Is it lagging?'

'Or is the network signal bad?' This thought surfaced in his mind.

He glanced at the network icon in the top right corner; it was full.

That ruled out network issues.

Since the network was fine, why was nobody talking?

Li Jiajun lowered the hand holding the phone and rubbed his chin.

Relying on his understanding of this group of fans, his brain quickly provided a perfect explanation.

'They must be stunned!'

'I knew it, the streamlined appearance I designed absolutely fits the public aesthetic.'

'Even though it's a firefighting tool, this look is so cool!'

He had no idea that the people on the other side of the screen were scared witless because they recognized the ultimate weapon.

He thought his domineeringly styled firefighting product was so cool it had stunned them.

After all, for a bunch of amateurs who had only ever seen red dry powder canisters,

suddenly seeing this kind of shoulder-fired device full of heavy industrial mechanical beauty,

it was a very normal reaction to be momentarily entranced and forget to send bullet comments.

Thinking of this,

the speechless frustration in Li Jiajun's heart vanished.

Instead, he felt an unspeakably comfortable sensation.

He aimed the camera at the thick launch tube once more.

A very satisfied and proud smile appeared on his face.