Chapter 387 There's a Judgement.

Meanwhile, in the backyard of the factory on the outskirts of Baishui City, the sun remained bright, and a breeze rustled the poplar trees along the factory wall.

Li Jiajun stood in the open space, carrying the thick, dark gray launch tube on his shoulder.

He stood tall and straight, facing the phone camera fixed on a stand, a bright smile on his face.

After waiting for quite a while, Li Jiajun checked the screen.

He saw that no one had posted any comments in the livestream for a long time.

Faced with such abnormal silence, other Streamers might have panicked, thinking their equipment had malfunctioned or the platform had restricted their traffic.

But Li Jiajun felt not the slightest bit of worry. On the contrary, he was full of satisfaction.

He held that big piece of equipment, even deliberately turning his body to let the diversion groove at the tail of the launch tube show a clearer outline under the sunlight.

He became even more certain in his heart.

"I knew it, no one can resist this kind of heavy industrial mechanical aesthetic."

"Boys are naturally powerless against such thick and long tubes."

"I bet this bunch of inexperienced Netizens must be completely stunned by this super cool design." This thought emerged in his mind.

He felt his design was simply perfect.

He even began to calculate in his mind whether this piece of firefighting equipment, if taken to an international rescue equipment exhibition in the future, might directly bring back a gold medal.

However, as time passed, while feeling proud, one thing struck him as strange.

Although there were very few comments in the livestream and the comment section seemed like a stagnant pool of water, a single glance at the top right corner of the screen revealed a puzzling phenomenon.

The number of viewers displayed in the background was skyrocketing.

The frequency of the movement was ridiculously fast.

Having dropped to just over forty thousand online viewers due to the boring introduction earlier, it was now surging upward like a burst dam, unstoppable.

Fifty thousand, seventy thousand, one hundred thousand, one hundred and twenty thousand...

With every refresh, thousands of new IP addresses squeezed into the livestream. The jumping numbers dazzled his eyes.

Li Jiajun rubbed his chin.

He really couldn't understand, since everyone was watching with such fascination that they weren't even typing, where were all these newcomers coming from?

Could it be that the platform saw the potential of this firefighting equipment and proactively pushed a huge amount of traffic to his homepage?

What he didn't know was that, within these few minutes, the truth behind this anomaly was far more exciting than platform traffic pushing.

On the other side of that invisible network data chain, those Netizens in the livestream who were shocked by his RPG, disguised as firefighting equipment, had experienced a long, tens-of-seconds-long stupor.

After coming to their senses, a large portion of these people were veteran gamer geeks or military enthusiasts.

They knew all too well what that big thing with an optical sight on the screen meant.

This damn thing was a real heavy-firepower assault weapon!

This sense of shock kept their brains in a state of extreme excitement. They didn't even have time to post comments.

Because typing complaints on the public screen was simply not enough to vent the shock in their hearts. They immediately switched software.

Their fingers slid rapidly across their phone screens, leaving trails. They were wildly calling their friends in various WeChat and QQ groups.

The names of these groups were varied. Some were called "Baishui City Mysterious Machinery Seminar," and others were called "Militia General Protection Association."

Without exception, these groups were all fans of Factory Director Li.

Usually, this bunch of people liked to exchange all sorts of hearsay gossip in them, or share funny screenshots of Li Jiajun's equipment being hauled away by the authorities.

Then, among these fans, there were some who had actually just gone to watch that livestream.

But at the beginning, they went in full of expectations, only to find that Li Jiajun was actually livestreaming some firefighting equipment.

This had nothing to do with the antics and exciting scenes they had expected.

They watched the Streamer livestream boring firefighting equipment with a straight face. It was almost like sitting in a dull chemistry class.

Feeling it was uninteresting, they left disappointed. Some exited and opened their games, preparing to start a ranked match.

Others went to the kitchen to make themselves a bowl of instant noodles, planning to scroll through other short videos.

At this moment, the originally quiet group chats suddenly welcomed a massive explosion of messages.

The phones of these departed fans, sitting on their tables, began to vibrate wildly, the notification sounds ringing out in unison.

They picked up their phones and opened the group chat interface.

Suddenly, they saw someone in the group calling out as if they had been frightened: "Quickly go to Factory Director Li's livestream!"

"If you're late, you won't see it!"

"I reckon this batch of Factory Director Li's stuff is going to be requisitioned by the state overnight again!"

A string of exclamation marks filled the entire screen, and the words revealed a sense of extreme urgency.

Then, the few Netizens who had previously felt it was boring and had just exited the livestream were stunned when they saw this.

The young man who had just soaked his instant noodles stared blankly at the screen, the plastic fork hanging from his mouth dropping to the floor.

And the college student who had just queued into the game's character selection screen was also confused.

They stopped what they were doing. With puzzled faces, they typed on their keyboards, asking:

"Isn't he livestreaming firefighting equipment?"

"That thing called the Safety Firefighting Supplies Exhibition."

"How can firefighting equipment, which is civilian stuff, be requisitioned?"

"Yeah, could it be that the authorities are even snatching up fire extinguishers? That's too ridiculous."

Faced with the doubts and confusion of these people who had just exited the group, the Netizen who was watching the livestream didn't want to waste breath slowly explaining the complex fluid mechanics and weapon outlines.

They directly sent a screenshot. It was a picture captured quickly in the livestream just moments ago.

After sending it, they typed with trembling fingers on the keyboard, explaining the situation on the scene.

"Open your eyes and look for yourselves!"

"This guy calls this thing a man-portable shoulder-fired fire extinguisher!"

Everyone in the group immediately clicked on the picture. The screenshot was very clear.

In the center of the picture, Li Jiajun was proudly carrying a thick, dark gray metal tube.

The precise range-finding optical sight above the tube, and the conical warhead with folding tail fins at the tail, were clearly visible.

Looking at that high-definition RPG screenshot, this man-portable anti-armor weapon design, full of violent aesthetics, impacted everyone's retinas without reservation.

Then the group instantly exploded. It was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a hot wok of oil.

Those who were lurking, playing games, or eating were all blasted out by this picture.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!"

"This is a fire extinguisher? This is clearly an RPG!"

"This is simply absurd, the mother of absurdity opening the door to absurdity, it's absurd to the extreme!"

"A fire extinguisher with an optical sight? What the hell kind of firefighting equipment is that!"

"How could this not be requisitioned!"

"If this doesn't get him pinned to the ground by local special services, I'll eat my phone screen!"

However, amidst the noise of shock and gossip, there were also some fans who were usually more rational and liked to study military equipment, who quickly calmed down.

They put forward different views.

"That's not right."

"Although this design is indeed scary, it just looks like a mold for a man-portable rocket launcher."

"But the technical content of this thing has actually been transparent for a long time."

"Even if it is an RPG, it wouldn't be requisitioned, right?"

"Doesn't the military have plenty of these?"

"Aren't the goods coming off the assembly lines of regular military factories better than a broken tube hammered out by hand in a toy factory?"

"Is it worth the trouble to requisition such a low-end imitation?"

Faced with this relatively rational and objective analysis, the crowd in the group who had just been frantically spamming messages paused for a moment.

"Uh... that makes sense."

"Conventional firepower is indeed nothing to be surprised about."

"But I have to go take a look."

"Just daring to show this design in a livestream is enough to be worthy of a trial; this fun can't be missed."

"Let's go, let's go, let's see how this guy ends up."

Then this scene spread rapidly.

It not only happened in this group, but also in the huge group chats where fans of Factory Director Li gathered.

In hundreds of WeChat and QQ groups, similar shock, doubts, and calling of friends were being repeated.

That screenshot of the shoulder-fired anti-tank launch tube became the best free advertisement.

Everyone's curiosity and the gossiping mentality of wanting to watch the show without caring how big it got were completely hooked.

Then, with word spreading from one to ten, and ten to a hundred, calling friends and family, countless people rushed back.

This is why there were more and more Netizens in Li Jiajun's livestream.