Chapter 405 The Truth Revealed!

Inside the livestream room.

On the screen, the flood of purchase requests scrolled by as rapidly as a waterfall.

Li Jiajun sat in the spacious, comfortable cockpit of the armored vehicle, watching the bullet messages desperately spamming "We want it!"

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he grinned so wide his eyes were nearly shut.

Although some Netizens had been frightened earlier by the low price of five thousand yuan he quoted—some even shouting to distance themselves—this concrete rush to buy was the most authentic market feedback.

He watched those constantly flickering accounts with strange numerical names.

'These people must be from the fire equipment procurement departments,' he thought to himself.

'After all, only units dealing with large-scale fires would be so thirsty for such an efficient and cheap fire extinguishing shell.'

In his business logic, this divine tool—capable of instantly sucking out oxygen and physically blocking the spread of a fire—was practically tailor-made for official units that frequently faced forest fires or chemical plant explosions.

Not only was the effect outstanding, but it only cost five thousand yuan per shell.

Looking across the entire Blue Star, you definitely wouldn't find a second place with this kind of cost-performance ratio.

Thinking about how fire trucks all over the country would be loaded with Thermobaric Bombs produced by his factory in the future, the smile on Li Jiajun's face became even more radiant.

...

Then, the Netizens in the livestream room saw these alt-accounts with strange nicknames constantly sending requests for orders.

This scene caused a brief lag in the public chat that had been full of banter.

At this moment, the onlookers also began to realize what was going on.

In a male dormitory at a certain university, a student holding his phone to watch the livestream frowned as he looked at the screen full of order requests.

His scalp had just gone numb from the shock of that rising miniature mushroom cloud.

Looking at these bullet messages now, his brain began to work rapidly.

This is a Thermobaric Bomb!

With one shot, not a single breathing living thing would be left within a radius of several hundred meters.

Unless a local fire department had gone insane, they wouldn't dare include such a weapon of mass destruction on their procurement list.

If some rookie firefighter's hand slipped and they fired one into a residential building in the city, that wouldn't be firefighting; that would be direct physical salvation.

Why would so many people be fighting to buy something like it was cheap cabbage when they wouldn't even dare use it after taking it home?

It wasn't just him; tens of thousands of Netizens watching the livestream followed this same logic.

They keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Furthermore, the accounts spamming the messages had names consisting entirely of nonsensical abbreviations and numbers, and their tone of voice carried a certain arrogance that suggested money was no object.

The bullet messages began to say: "Wait, the Streamer brought out something of this level, and these people actually dare to ask for it?"

"Could these people all be from the military?"

"I think it looks like it."

...

As the first bullet message suspecting military involvement floated by, the entire livestream room was instantly awakened.

The Netizens began to follow the clues.

Those knowledgeable military fans who had been holding back also started to join in the clamor.

Everyone knew that Little Director Li had a terrifying constitution where "whatever he makes gets requisitioned," coupled with this armored vehicle that was more impressive than active-duty models and that RPG tube with a ten-kilometer range.

This wasn't a fire equipment trade fair; this was clearly a private weapons presentation for various military bigwigs.

Li Jiajun saw these bullet messages.

Originally immersed in the joy of the explosive orders, he felt a wave of speechlessness.

These silly Netizens—how could their imaginations be so wild?

Under the careful guidance of Uncle Liu, Liu Jianguo, he had clearly chosen an absolutely safe firefighting direction that would never be requisitioned.

From drafting the blueprints to producing the prototype, he had kept the original intention of "providing absolute safety for firefighters" in mind at every step.

These guys were actually saying the buyers were the military?

Wasn't this slandering the noble sentiments of a law-abiding toy factory director like him!

He leaned back in his chair, adjusted his posture, and said to the camera irritably, "Everything I've invented is ordinary firefighting equipment. How could it possibly have anything to do with the military? I think you silly Netizens are deliberately trying to mess with my head."

In his view, the Netizens just couldn't stand to see him succeed.

Seeing that he had finally created a best-selling civilian product, they were trying every possible way to drag the topic into the pit of "requisition."

He wouldn't fall for it.

...

Hearing these remarks that failed to recognize the situation.

The Netizens in the livestream room who had already seen through to the truth were all going crazy with laughter.

The bullet messages flared up again: "'Ordinary Firefighting Equipment'"

"Haha."

"I can't resist telling the Streamer the truth anymore."

"I can't hold it in either."

All sorts of bullet messages with funny emojis layered over each other, obscuring the screen.

The Netizens had now completely entered spectator mode.

They knew the temperament of this Militia General too well; the more it was like this, the more the other party felt they were walking on a broad, successful path.

They were just waiting to see when the authorities would finally step in to close the net and poke through this ridiculous paper-thin facade.

Sitting in the cockpit of the armored vehicle, Li Jiajun watched these bullet messages filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

His eyebrows involuntarily bunched together.

He began to frown.

His gaze swept over those lines of text filled with mocking undertones.

He simply didn't understand what these silly Netizens were talking about.

What did they mean by the truth?

He was selling fire extinguishing shells fair and square, at a reasonable price, and with no cheating—what hidden truth could there possibly be?

...

Just as he was about to continue saying something.

Intending to give this group of ignorant Netizens a good lesson and popularize the advanced concepts of chemical firefighting.

At that moment, a video call request came through the backend.

A crisp system notification echoed within the cockpit.

Li Jiajun looked closely.

The applicant was actually Uncle Liu, Liu Jianguo.

Seeing this familiar name, his furrowed brow instantly relaxed, and a flicker of joy flashed in his eyes.

Better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.

He was just worrying about how to explain things to this group of difficult Netizens.

As an official leader, Uncle Liu had personally pointed him toward the path of researching and developing fire equipment.

Calling in at this critical juncture, he must have seen the firepower demonstration just now, felt very satisfied, and specifically come online to support and endorse him.

With personal certification from an official, let's see how these silly Netizens dare to talk nonsense anymore.

He didn't hesitate and accepted the call.

With a light tap of his finger on the screen.

The livestream interface changed rapidly.

Liu Jianguo's video call connected successfully, and his image appeared simultaneously in the livestream room.

The right half of the screen, which originally displayed the bullet messages, was instantly split into two.

In the frame, Liu Jianguo was sitting in that familiar, spacious office.

The face of this old comrade, who usually maintained a degree of dignity and composure, appeared exceptionally clear under the high-definition lens.