Chapter 392 This servant really can't do it!

Meanwhile, on Liu Jianguo's side...

In that spacious office of the Ministry of Military Industry in the Imperial Capital.

The sky outside was bright.

But the atmosphere inside the room seemed a bit strange.

While various military alt accounts with bizarre names were fighting tooth and nail in the bullet chat over this "tank" disguised as firefighting equipment,

Liu Jianguo sat in his executive chair.

He extended his fingers, forcefully rubbing his temples on both sides.

He felt his brow throbbing.

It felt as if his blood pressure was skyrocketing.

He had originally thought this would be a firefighting product promotion meeting.

As it turned out, it had forcibly transformed into an uncontrollable arms scramble.

Just then.

His smartphone, placed on the large desk, suddenly vibrated.

The screen lit up.

Liu Jianguo opened his eyes and picked up the phone.

He opened WeChat to take a look.

He had received another WeChat message from that provincial firefighting procurement department head whom he had previously forced to watch the livestream.

...

In fact, just a few minutes ago,

this firefighting official far away in the provinces had been thoroughly terrified when he saw that 1,500-horsepower, tracked monster with a 125mm jet nozzle.

The man was already quite shaken.

Liu Jianguo clicked on the chat box flashing with a red dot.

He saw a line of questioning written on the screen:

"Minister Liu, tell me with a clear conscience—are you sure that what you developed is firefighting equipment?"

"How did even a main battle tank get involved!"

"You want us to procure this? This humble servant truly cannot do it!"

Looking at this text filled with resentment and collapse,

the corners of Liu Jianguo's mouth couldn't help but twitch violently twice.

Even through the phone screen, he could feel the other party's desire to cry but having no tears.

One had to know.

This head of the firefighting procurement department was, after all, a serious leader within the system who usually conducted meetings with great decorum.

Now,

he had actually been driven so desperate by this machine that he was using memes from the palace drama 'Empresses in the Palace'.

This was enough to show how speechless and broken he was at this moment.

...

Holding the phone,

Liu Jianguo looked at this tearful WeChat message.

He looked up again,

staring at the computer screen on his desk.

On the public screen to the right of the livestream, those military bigshots' alt accounts were still frantically competing with each other for this "fire truck."

"This prototype belongs to us! No one else touch it!"

"Old Liu, name a price, we'll send a transport plane to pick it up immediately!"

...

Liu Jianguo was also momentarily speechless.

He put down his phone and took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

'What kind of mess is this!'

'I just wanted to set up a law-abiding firefighting project, why is it so hard?' This thought surfaced in his mind.

His gaze refocused on the center of the livestream.

In the frame, he saw Li Jiajun standing next to that massive metal obstacle-clearing shovel.

That young factory director was still smiling there with smug satisfaction.

That proud look, as if he had achieved some unparalleled feat,

made Liu Jianguo even more speechless.

He felt a breath stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.

Does this kid even know how big of a bomb he just threw?

...

No matter how much of a headache Liu Jianguo had on this side of the screen,

the process in the livestream room continued to advance steadily.

The scene cut back to the backyard of the factory in Baishui City.

Sunlight hit the heavy composite armor, reflecting a cold luster.

Li Jiajun looked at the popularity continuously skyrocketing in the backend and the bullet chat filled with "I want it."

He reached out and patted the wide rubber-padded tracks very affectionately.

It made a dull "thud-thud" sound.

He cleared his throat and faced the camera, his tone very relaxed.

He spoke up, saying:

"It seems everyone is very satisfied with my tracked firefighting equipment."

"Since this vehicle, which solves problems in harsh environments, has already gained everyone's approval,"

"we will now continue to introduce the next product designed thoughtfully for firefighters."

As Li Jiajun spoke, he turned around and walked toward the office building ahead with light steps.

The bigshots hidden in the livestream room felt their heart rates accelerate again.

They didn't know what this Little Factory Director Li, who never followed the standard script, was going to pull out next.

...

At the same time.

Inside a military research institute with an extremely high security clearance.

The corridors here were spacious and bright, lined with dust-free laboratories filled with precision instruments.

In one of the laboratories,

various testing devices emitted a low humming sound.

A young researcher wearing a white lab coat, who usually liked surfing the internet,

was hiding behind a large metal cabinet during a gap while the instruments were running data.

He was also using his own phone to secretly watch Li Jiajun's livestream.

As a young person who frequently surfed the web,

he had actually followed this livestream room long ago and could be considered a die-hard fan of the Li Family Toy Factory.

From the mechanical dogs to the Carbon Fiber Fishing Rods, he had witnessed it all.

Watching Li Jiajun on the screen call a tank a fire truck without even blinking,

the young researcher covered his mouth.

Seeing the other party blatantly "performing his craft" again—

that is, pulling off the kind of hardcore stunt that would surely be requisitioned by the state overnight—

he felt it was so entertaining and hilarious.

His shoulders were shaking as he desperately suppressed his laughter, afraid of making a sound that others might hear.

...

However,

just as he was watching with great interest,

a set of footsteps came from the passage behind him.

In this research institute, that highly respected Old Professor happened to be passing by carrying a thermos.

This Old Expert was usually extremely rigorous in his academic work and had very high requirements for his students.

The Old Professor stopped his pace, his gaze passing through the gap in the metal cabinet.

He saw this young subordinate not doing research during work hours, but actually hiding behind the instruments using a phone to watch an entertainment livestream.

His gray eyebrows immediately knitted together tightly.

His face darkened.

The Old Professor was just about to open his mouth to scold him.