Chapter 409 Fortunately, my flagship product is safe!

Just as everyone was scoffing at Li Jiajun's remark about pre-emptive plagiarism...

The directors of various toy factories were also watching Li Jiajun's livestream.

These toy factory directors possessed very keen business instincts.

When they learned that Li Jiajun's Parent-Child Firefighting Pistol was selling like hotcakes online...

Not only were the sales figures staggering, but it even reached the point where stock was cleared the second it was listed.

Immediately, they turned green with envy.

Business is business; following trends and imitating others has always been common practice in the toy industry.

To get a piece of the pie, some of these toy factory owners even went as far as paying high prices to get a sample gun from scalpers.

Once they got the physical product in hand...

They began researching how to counterfeit that advanced toy capable of splitting and homing.

The result?

After taking apart the casing, the internal complexity exceeded everyone's imagination.

The miniature servo motors, precision transmission gears, and a main control chip with logic code they couldn't understand at all...

...left the entire technical team at a complete loss.

Today.

After they learned Li Jiajun was starting a livestream.

Their original intention was to see if Li Jiajun had any new products to release.

They wanted to use the livestream demonstrations to figure out the internal structure of the opponent's products.

Then, they would follow up by producing corresponding toys, relying on their own powerful production lines to flood the market.

As long as the appearance was similar, the price was lowered, and they captured the lower-tier market, they could make a fortune.

...

However.

Plans can never keep up with changes.

After watching this livestream, these toy factory owners experienced a massive upheaval of their understanding.

They never expected the things Li Jiajun produced to be so 'criminal'!

This was clearly a heavy-duty armory capable of winning a local war!

From a Thermobaric Bomb that could destroy a fire on a mountaintop with one shot...

...to that tracked beast clad in 600mm equivalent armor and boasting 1,500 horsepower...

...to that man-portable large tube with a range of ten kilometers.

Every single item brought out was enough to make those in the know drop their jaws.

The most fatal part was...

This heavy firepower, which one usually only sees during military parades on the military channel, had even alerted so many big shots.

Those military region chiefs with stars on their shoulders were throwing away all dignity just to fight over these so-called 'firefighting prototypes'.

...

Meanwhile.

In a certain coastal city in the south, famous for small commodities and toy contract manufacturing.

Inside a fairly large-scale toy processing factory.

The air conditioner in the director's office was blowing a strong, cold wind.

Behind a large mahogany desk, a boss with a beer belly was leaning back on a leather sofa.

In his hand, he held a cup of freshly brewed premium Tieguanyin.

On the wall directly in front of him hung a large-sized LCD TV.

The screen was broadcasting the livestream from Li Jiajun's room.

And at this moment.

In the office.

There was also a thinning-haired engineer watching Li Jiajun's livestream with him.

This engineer was Lao Zhang, who was in charge of the reverse engineering tasks.

He pushed up his thick, nearsighted glasses.

In his hand, he held a notebook specifically for recording parameters.

Only now.

That notebook was completely clean; not a single word had been written.

Because the data reported on the screen had already far exceeded his professional cognitive range.

Originally, the boss had instructed the engineer to keep a close eye on the screen.

To watch the livestream and start counterfeiting if there were any new toys.

Even if they only counterfeited the casing, that would be fine.

But now.

Watching this livestream.

Lao Zhang swallowed hard, feeling his back already soaked with cold sweat.

As a technician who had spent over a decade in the fields of molds and electronic circuitry...

...he knew very well how high the processing threshold was for those special alloys and high-energy materials.

The injection molding machines in their factory used for pressing plastic weren't even worthy of making a single track screw for that 'Firefighting Tank'.

Lao Zhang turned his head.

He looked at his boss, who was equally dumbstruck.

The engineer opened his mouth and said to the boss, "Boss, we... we don't dare to counterfeit this thing."

His voice carried a deep sense of dread.

Is this even a matter of plagiarism anymore?

Knock off a main battle tank or a Fuel-Air Bomb?

This wasn't reverse engineering.

This was clearly being tired of living and finding the fastest shortcut to report to the Netherworld.

Looking at those man-portable rocket launchers, tanks, and Thermobaric Bombs on the screen...

The boss was speechless.

His originally ruddy cheeks were now as pale as paper.

He picked up the purple clay teacup on the coffee table, wanting to take a sip of water to calm his nerves.

But he found his hands shaking so violently that tea spilled onto the expensive wool carpet.

He slammed the teacup down on the table.

Facing Lao Zhang's concern, he roared to hide his inner panic.

"Am I tired of living? Like hell I'm counterfeiting that!"

He was just a businessman who wanted to make some money in the children's toy market.

He was not on the same path as those arms dealers.

Even if someone placed the full set of blueprints for that tank in front of him, he wouldn't dare take a second look.

This kind of national treasure—touching it would cost you your head.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The boss with difficulty moved his gaze away from the TV screen.

Then, he instructed the engineer again, "Lao Zhang, you continue to tackle the reverse engineering of that Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol. Make sure to counterfeit it for me within a month."

Compared to those world-destroying weapons of mass destruction just now...

...that plastic Parent-Child Pistol seemed so harmless.

That was the kind of safe money a legitimate toy factory like theirs should be making.

...

In the backyard of the Li Family Toy Factory.

A slight breeze blew, swirling a few fallen leaves.

Meanwhile, Li Jiajun also realized that his invented firefighting toys could not escape the fate of being requisitioned.

A deep sense of frustration washed over him.

'How did it turn out like this again?'

'Didn't Uncle Liu mention Murphy's Law?'

'Didn't he say that as long as I went all out and made life-saving equipment like firefighting gear, I definitely wouldn't get into trouble?'

He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

To protect the safety of firefighters...

...he had added heavy armor to the vehicles to prevent falling objects from high altitudes.

To avoid having to approach danger, he created launch tubes that could deliver fire extinguishing agents from a distance.

To stop combustion at the source, he designed a fire extinguishing shell that could instantly drain oxygen.

The logic of these interconnected steps was clearly so airtight.

It was practically a perfect closed loop tailored for the firefighting cause.

But why did it end up alerting the General Armament Department?

Why did even the Old General have to personally come down and haul away the entire batch of goods?

He rubbed his aching temples.

He looked at the densely packed instrument panels and operating levers on the control console.

He let out a sigh.

Pushing open the heavy metal hatch, he jumped down to the ground along the rubber-coated tracks on the outside.

The feeling of solid ground beneath his feet made him regain a slight sense of security.

Although the large-scale equipment was a total loss...

...and all his hard work had once again become something in the military's pocket.

But fortunately.

Heaven never seals off all exits.

Amidst the dejection of this total defeat, he still held onto one last glimmer of hope.

He thought of the batch of hot-selling products he had just shipped out yesterday.

That is, those pistols.

'Fortunately, I still have the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol; this flagship product is safe,' he thought to himself.