Chapter 407 You two, with your combined swordsmanship, still need to be conscripted!

The livestream screen was split into several squares.

One by one, big shots with stars on their shoulders appeared in the video link of the livestream.

Inside the armored vehicle.

Li Jiajun sat upright in the driver's seat.

Looking at those dazzling military uniforms and general stars, he was completely dumbfounded.

The enthusiasm he had just now, prepared to sell his products to get orders, was instantly extinguished as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, leaving him chilled to the bone.

The scene before him completely exceeded his cognitive limits as an ordinary toy factory director.

'What's going on?'

'Didn't we agree that today was a fire protection product exhibition and sales fair?'

'Why are all the people on the link chiefs of this level?' This thought surfaced in his mind.

...

Meanwhile.

On the public screen of the livestream.

Hundreds of thousands of online Netizens went crazy with joy as they watched this luxurious scene, which was comparable to a high-level military strategic meeting.

Various bullet chats rolled rapidly like a waterfall.

"Holy crap, holy crap! All the big shots are personally taking the field!"

"Main Streamer, explain to me again, is this just ordinary fire equipment?"

"I knew it, that's no fire extinguisher; that's a heavy sniper rifle that can blast open the gates of the Underworld!"

"This lineup is definitely unique on the whole internet!"

"It's over, it's over. The Militia General is really going to have his identity as an Arms Dealer confirmed this time."

Countless funny emojis jumped across the screen.

Li Jiajun glanced at the bullet chats.

Exercising his traditional skill, he pretended not to see them.

He forced himself to stay calm.

Clearing his throat, he prepared to bite the bullet and give a greeting, while also reiterating that these were truly just pure civilian rescue tools.

"Hello, leaders. Actually, this thing of mine is..."

However.

The military region chiefs in those video windows had no intention of listening to his explanation at all.

And these military big shots didn't put on any airs at all.

Usually awe-inspiring, they were now even more proactive in grabbing equipment than grandmas fighting over discounted eggs at a mall.

In one of the windows, a dark-skinned big shot with a buzz cut almost had his face pressed against the screen.

They looked at Li Jiajun and said enthusiastically, "Little Factory Director Li, our military region needs that exoskeleton of yours. That high-torque load capacity is perfect for our soldiers to carry heavy firepower during mountain assaults!"

This general spoke extremely fast, fearing someone else would beat him to it.

Before he could finish.

In another small square in the bottom right corner, an elegant general wearing glasses immediately raised his voice, drowning out the other's.

"Our military region needs your Thermobaric Bomb. That ten-kilometer range and the power to suck out oxygen are god-tier tools for clearing out the enemy's underground bunkers!"

The big shot in the left square was so anxious he slapped the table. "That tank, we want it."

Immediately after, the big shot in the top right directly requested to skip the line.

"That rocket launcher, can our military region use it first?"

These deep, powerful voices rose and fell, constantly echoing within the small driver's cabin.

...

Hearing these big shots deduce military combat uses for all the fire supplies.

Li Jiajun was dumbfounded.

Sitting in the driver's seat, he felt waves of dizziness.

His carefully designed fire exoskeleton was meant to allow firefighters to easily move heavy building debris and rescue trapped people.

Yet, in the mouths of these big shots, it became a tool for carrying heavy machine guns in mountain assaults.

His aerosol fire extinguishing shell, used to instantly deprive a fire site of combustion conditions, was clearly meant to solve large-scale forest fires.

How did it become a god-tier tool for clearing out enemy underground bunkers?

And his painstakingly built all-terrain tracked fire armored vehicle—that thick armor was for protection against falling debris and explosions.

These people actually straight up called it a tank!

This feeling of desperation from a complete lack of mutual understanding made his scalp tingle.

He opened his mouth, wanting to correct their wrong terminology, but found he couldn't get a word in at all.

...

The Netizens in the livestream watched this scene.

They were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

"Hahaha, the big shots are personally teaching you the correct way to use them."

"Li Jiajun: I'm really selling fire equipment! Big shots: Shut up, you're selling tanks!"

"What the hell, clearing out bunkers? Main Streamer, and you still say you don't build weapons!"

...

Amidst the extreme shock.

Li Jiajun was unwilling to be nailed to the pillar of shame like this.

His gaze eagerly searched the screen.

His eyes quickly scanned the small screens, filtering out those general stars that made his heart race.

He desperately needed to find a witness to validate his original intention.

Finally, his gaze fixed.

His eyes landed on a person not wearing a military uniform.

In that screen full of dark uniforms, this white short-sleeved shirt looked particularly special.

And this person was someone from the Fire Procurement Department invited by Liu Jianguo.

Seeing the other party, Li Jiajun felt like a drowning man seeing a lifebuoy.

...

Sensing Li Jiajun's gaze.

That person held a handkerchief and was constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He seemed to be under immense pressure.

He swallowed hard and spoke into the microphone in front of him.

The man hurriedly said, "I am from the Fire Procurement Department."

His crisp voice was transmitted through the internet.

Hearing this, a final sliver of hope welled up in Li Jiajun's heart.

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

A smile that looked worse than crying reappeared on his face.

'Great, finally an expert from a relevant department.'

'As long as the fire department speaks up and places an order, even if they only buy one piece, it can prove that this batch of goods belongs to legitimate civilian supplies.'

This thought surfaced in his mind.

He was even prepared with a perfect pitch, intending to give this person in charge the best discounted price.

But the other party's next words left him dumbfounded.

The person in charge on the screen not only showed no enthusiasm for procurement.

Instead, as if avoiding a plague, his body leaned back desperately, pulling away from the screen.

He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Well, I came online just to tell you that those things of yours... I don't dare to take them."

His tone was full of survival instinct and grievance.

In fact, this procurement head was also complaining in his heart.

He had originally come with a budget to support the domestic high-end fire protection industry.

But after watching this livestream, he was almost scared out of his wits.

anti-tank rocket launchers with a ten-kilometer range, Thermobaric Bombs that could instantly level a hilltop, plus an armored vehicle with defensive power more exaggerated than a main battle tank.

If he bought these for the Fire Brigade.

When firefighters drove this thing onto the streets, citizens would think World War III was about to break out.

Who could handle that!

...

After hearing this blunt and heartless rejection.

The air in the driver's cabin went silent.

The corners of Li Jiajun's mouth that had just lifted froze, and his shoulders instantly slumped.

If even the fire department didn't dare to take them, was there any need to guess the nature of this batch of goods?

He felt his heart bleeding.

...

Just as Li Jiajun's illusions were shattered.

The system of the connection hall emitted a crisp notification sound.

The layout of the screen changed once again.

At this time, the Old General from the General Armament Department also came online.

The Old General's dignified face appeared on the screen.

The Old Chief was wearing neat clothes and sitting in a spacious, bright office, with shelves behind him filled with various files.

With the appearance of the Old General.

The military region big shots who were just clamoring for orders immediately stopped talking.

Each of them straightened their posture, showing respect.

The atmosphere in the livestream instantly became solemn.

The Netizens in the bullet chats also recognized this grand entrance and exclaimed one after another.

"Holy crap, even this old gentleman has come out!"

...

The Old General's deep gaze looked through the screen at the somewhat overwhelmed young man in the armored vehicle.

Thinking back on this series of absurd events.

Recalling the guarantees Liu Jianguo had so confidently made.

And looking at these sophisticated pieces of equipment that could be used to directly arm a mechanized combined arms brigade.

The Old Chief shook his head helplessly, his shoulders rising and falling slightly.

He sighed and spoke, "Little Li, I put Liu Jianguo in charge of domestic high-end fire equipment, and he gave the task to you. But I didn't expect the two of you to become such a formidable duo and produce these things. What should I say about you? Anyway, in short, it's one sentence: the things you produced this time still have to be requisitioned, okay?"

These words weren't spoken quickly.

But they were like a drumstick striking a bronze bell, the resonance lingering.

They spread clearly to every corner of the livestream.

And hearing the Old General's words.

Li Jiajun was completely dumbfounded.