Chapter 393 The Professor's Shock!

Just as the Old Professor's face darkened, his chest swelling with a surge of anger ready to erupt...

The voice coming from the other side of the screen interrupted his actions.

At this moment, a new change appeared in the footage.

In the livestream room.

Li Jiajun had already jumped down from the armored vehicle in the backyard and was walking back toward the office building.

He pushed open the door to a room on the first floor where samples were stored.

He walked straight to the center of the room.

There stood a humanoid stand covered by a curtain.

Facing the hundreds of thousands of online viewers, he reached out and whipped away the curtain.

He began to introduce today's third product: the Individual Firefighting Exoskeleton.

Without any redundant chatter.

That set of exoskeleton was directly exposed under the high-definition camera.

The cold, mechanical texture hit everyone in the face.

Li Jiajun stepped forward.

He patted those thick hydraulic rods and precision metal joints with his palm.

It emitted a crisp "dang dang" sound.

Immediately after.

He looked at the notebook in his hand and began to list the core parameters of this equipment one by one.

"family, this Bionic Arthropod Power Firefighting Exoskeleton uses high-torque servo motors and a micro-hydraulic transmission system."

"Its high-torque load parameters allow an adult to easily carry a three-hundred-kilogram heavy object with zero effort!"

"And its transmission ratio, through the ultimate optimization of ant bionics, has reached an incredibly exaggerated energy conversion efficiency."

"Even in slippery ruins, its rigorous dynamic stability data can ensure the wearer walks as if on level ground, absolutely never falling!"

As the introduction went deeper.

He stated each piece of data clearly.

...

The Old Professor, who was originally full of fire and about to give a lecture...

The moment those data points about motors, transmission ratios, and dynamic stability drifted into his ears.

The harsh reprimand that had already reached the tip of his tongue.

He forced himself to swallow it back down, causing a slight flush to rise in his cheeks from the effort.

Inside this military-industrial research institute with an extremely high security clearance.

This white-haired Old Professor gripped the edge of a metal cabinet tightly with both hands.

He peered through the gap.

His old eyes widened as he stared at the structural details of the exoskeleton on the screen, completely dumbfounded!

His brain went momentarily blank at that instant.

Then.

As his brain began to spin rapidly, combining his lifelong learning to process what he had just heard.

The old man's wrinkled face.

Instantly flushed red due to extreme excitement.

Even his breathing became heavy, and his chest heaved violently.

One must understand.

Their national-level research institute gathered the top dynamics Experts in the country.

And their current key assault task was precisely the research of this kind of individual exoskeleton!

However, they were stuck on this project.

They had been unable to solve the balance between motor torque and dead weight, and the stability of the transmission system was an even more insurmountable chasm.

Yet.

The parameters Li Jiajun had just casually reported, and even the joint engagement method shown on that frame...

Actually perfectly solved all the 'bottleneck' problems that were strangling them!

'This is impossible!'

'Which top laboratory came up with this solution?'

'Furthermore, the design structure of this frame looks even more badass and mature than the individual exoskeleton we envisioned on our blueprints!' This thought surfaced in his mind.

...

A massive scientific breakthrough was right at his fingertips.

It caused this older generation scientist, who had dedicated his life to the country, to completely lose his usual composure.

This Old Professor, who usually cared most about rules and walked with steady, measured steps.

Suddenly strode out from behind the metal cabinet.

He directly grabbed the shoulder of the young man who was squatting on the floor secretly watching the livestream.

The strength of his grip was so great that the young researcher hissed in a breath of cold air from the pain.

"Pro... Professor?!" The young man was so startled he almost dropped his phone on the floor.

"Quick!"

The Old Professor didn't care about maintaining his image at all and roared impatiently:

"Quickly send a bullet comment!"

"Tell the person on the screen that our research institute wants this individual exoskeleton!"

"No matter how much it costs, at any price, we must secure it for me!"

...

Facing the uncharacteristically red-eyed Old Professor.

The young man trembled all over in fear and hurriedly placed the phone on a nearby test bench.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen's keyboard.

He tried to send out the Old Professor's words.

But.

When he sent the message and focused on the screen.

He discovered that the screen was already full of many accounts also impatiently saying they wanted it.

The scrolling speed of the bullet comments was dizzying.

"We want this frame! Contact us immediately!"

"Give us a quote, we want to procure it!"

The ones sending these messages were all deeply hidden alt accounts.

Some belonged to those military bigshots who had appeared before, while others were completely unfamiliar alt accounts.

Others couldn't recognize who these alt accounts were at all.

But.

Standing nearby, the eagle-eyed Old Professor leaned in to take a look.

As a veteran who had been in this circle for a lifetime, he was all too familiar with the operating styles of these peers.

He recognized them at a glance!

'I knew these guys who can smell a scent from miles away would come too!'

These were clearly people from other competing domestic research institutes that were also tackling this individual exoskeleton project!

...

Seeing his peers frantically driving up the price and trying to get close.

In his desperation.

The Old Professor no longer cared about the superior-subordinate relationship.

He shoved aside the young man blocking the way.

He told the young man to move.

"I'll do it!"

The Old Professor stepped up personally and snatched the phone's keyboard.

In order to snatch this long-dreamed-of crystallization of scientific research, this respected old scholar completely discarded his intellectual reserve.

He began to ruthlessly expose his acquaintances' identities in the bullet comments.

Poking the screen with his finger.

He stated:

"Account 'A Turtle from the Northwest', stop pretending. You're Old Wang from the Northwest Institute, aren't you?"

"I want this thing, don't you dare fight me for it!"

"Technically, I'm still your senior brother. Do you understand respecting your elders?"

The moment this highly targeted sentence was sent.

On the other side of the screen.

The account called 'Old Wang from the Northwest Institute' replied instantly.

In this battle for a technological breakthrough, the other party refused to back down, stating:

"Bullshit!"

"Senior brother my ass! In the face of a project like this, I'd even put my wife aside, let alone some senior brother?!"

"If you want this prototype, win it with your own ability!"

...

Watching these two titan-level figures tear into each other in the bullet comments.

The entire scientific research community had completely descended into a brawl.

Some research institute professors even went for a direct grab, no longer concealing their ambitions.

They stated in the comments:

"This prototype must belong to us!"

"I've already thought of the follow-up development direction!"

"Using this Little Factory Director Li's individual exoskeleton as a base, we can develop versions adapted for polar regions and various harsh desert environments!"

While these scientific research bigshots were coming to blows over the technical prototype.

The people from the actual military also joined the fray, stating:

"We need it too!"

"With this individual exoskeleton, load-bearing will no longer be a problem."

"The combat power of our soldiers will increase linearly. Good stuff like this must be prioritized for our equipment list!"

The entire public screen of the livestream room had completely turned into a high-end auction scene without gunpowder smoke.

Everyone was vying and competing, refusing to yield an inch.

...

And at this very moment.

Li Jiajun, standing in the sample room.

Looking at the frantically refreshing bullet comments on the screen and the red-faced posts from those desperate to place an order.

Besides feeling speechless, he felt an even greater, indescribable sense of pride.

Since the other parties tacitly avoided mentioning words like "army," "military region," or "research institute" in the comments.

Watching this scramble.

Li Jiajun thought they were all people from various firefighting headquarters.

He naturally fit these passionate words into his own logical framework.

He thought the "soldiers" they mentioned were definitely the firefighters who needed to carry heavy hoses and go deep into the front lines of fire scenes.

As for that "Northwest Institute" whose identity was exposed.

He also viewed them as people from the "Northwest Border Outpost Fire Station."

After all, the wind and sand were heavy in the Northwest, so the firefighting comrades there definitely needed this kind of easy-to-use and durable equipment to deal with sudden fires.

Everything seemed so perfectly reasonable.

Li Jiajun stood before the camera, watching this unprecedented buying craze.

He felt that his hard work had finally received a reward from the whole of society.

He felt even happier in his heart.

Delightful, truly delightful.