Chapter 41 Is this the time to secure a stable job?!

Another day.

Eastern Country, Lu Province, Baishui City.

In stark contrast to the turbulent and undercurrent-filled world outside, life at the Li Family Toy Factory became unprecedentedly leisurely and comfortable after securing the multi-million order.

Li Jiajun slept until he woke up naturally.

The sunlight outside the window was already somewhat glaring. He rubbed his messy hair, stretched on the new, five-figure imported ergonomic boss chair he had bought specifically to reward himself, and felt his bones emit a satisfied "click" sound.

On the desk were the high-spec computer and the latest curved monitor that had just arrived yesterday. The small refrigerator next to the chair was stuffed with chilled soda and various snacks.

"Sigh, the life of a rich person is just this simple, unpretentious, and boring."

Li Jiajun picked up the soda, took a big, satisfying gulp, and this thought emerged in his mind.

Ever since he finished shipping the goods and received the final payment last week, he had been living his dream retirement life. He didn't need to worry about the factory's production at all.

His daily life consisted of sleeping until he woke up naturally, then starting a stream to chat and joke with the ever-growing group of "loser" Netizens in his stream, or reviewing newly released movies and games. His days were spent in leisure.

He felt that this life of his was filled with high-level wisdom.

As the saying goes, sharpening the axe will not delay the woodcutting job.

All he had to do now was wait patiently.

Waiting for that overseas artist with unique taste to use the "artwork" he provided to stage an earth-shattering show in the international art scene. Once that became a hit, the name "Li Family Toy Factory" would become synonymous with high quality and high style. At that point, would he have to worry about a lack of endless orders?

How could the group of Netizens in his stream, who only knew how to goof off every day, understand this kind of strategic business wisdom?

Thinking of this, Li Jiajun decided it was time to "care" for his fans.

He proficiently opened the streaming software. Too lazy to think of a title, he just called it "Nothing to do, chatting for fifty cents."

As soon as the stream started, tens of thousands of viewers swarmed in like cats smelling fish.

After the "Swarm Drone" incident a few days ago, Li Jiajun's stream had become the new generation of internet hotspots.

"Main Streamer is finally at work! I thought you took the money and ran!"

"Streamer, have you finished spending the money? When are you going to do another big stunt? The special effects last time were too awesome; it's a pity not to enter Hollywood!"

"Exactly, that bowing little person from last time cracked me up. I use that GIF as an emoji every day!"

"Stop rushing him. Don't you see the Streamer is already living a retirement life? Look at how much like a salted fish he is; he has no heart for art anymore."

Li Jiajun watched these bullet comments, his mouth twitching.

He cleared his throat and began his signature, unconscious "narration" mode.

He leaned back in his boss chair, swung his legs, and said to the air, "Sigh, how can the sparrow know the ambition of the swan? They think I'm slacking off, but actually, I'm waiting for an opportunity. Waiting for my artwork to shine on the international stage. How could this group of Netizens, who only think about winning five million with a two-yuan lottery ticket every day, understand this kind of long-term business strategy? Forget it, even if I told them, they wouldn't understand."

This monologue of his was naturally transmitted clearly to the ears of every viewer in the stream.

"Here it comes again! Here it comes again! The Main Streamer's official roast is never late!"

"Damn! Why did you say your inner thoughts out loud again! Do we have no dignity?"

"I report! The Streamer is engaging in personal attacks here! He AOE'd all of us!"

"Hahaha, I just love watching this! Main Streamer, don't stop, I just want to hear how useless we are in your eyes!"

"Damn, the guy above is acting weird. Do you want the Main Streamer to wear silk stockings and step on your face?"

Just as the stream was filled with a joyful atmosphere, an old fan with the ID "Main Streamer's Number One Simp" suddenly posted a screenshot in the bullet comments and frantically @-ed Li Jiajun.

【Main Streamer's Number One Simp】: "Streamer! Streamer, look! You seem to have made the news! This, this, this... is this your factory's cargo container?!"

This bullet comment was like a drop of water in a frying pan, instantly causing the entire stream to explode.

Li Jiajun was also a bit curious, so he clicked on the screenshot.

It was a screenshot of what looked like a foreign news website, with a headline in a string of foreign characters he couldn't understand. But the image itself made him pause.

The background of the picture was a desert filled with yellow sand.

The protagonist of the image was a huge, gray metal cargo container.

And in the most prominent position on that container, a familiar huge logo with red characters on a white background was stubbornly resisting the erosion of the wind and sand.

"Li Family Toy Factory".

Next to the logo, the cute, silly cartoon bear was grinning.

Around the container stood several tough-looking Middle East men with dark skin and headscarves, and on their shoulders, they seemed to be carrying some kind of long, unfriendly-looking "musical instrument."

Li Jiajun stared blankly at this picture for a full three seconds.

The bullet comments in the stream were completely crazy.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Is... is this real?!"

"This background, these characters, it looks like Middle East no matter how you look at it! Main Streamer, did your toys get sold to the battlefield?!"

"I told you the Main Streamer wasn't an ordinary person! You guys didn't believe me!"

Li Jiajun looked at the picture on the screen, then at the exploding bullet comments, and his unique train of thought started running again.

He remembered the scene a few days ago where the Netizens in the stream were frantically "cursing" him to be investigated by the authorities.

A thought suddenly became clear in his mind.

"Oh, I get it."

He instantly "figured it out."

"These bastards, since they couldn't curse me into getting investigated, they started Photoshopping images to scare me, right?"

"This is an organized, premeditated act of revenge!"

Instead of feeling any nervousness or fear, he was amused by the "childish" revenge behavior of these Netizens.

He chuckled "pfft" and, pointing at the screenshot on the screen, said to the camera in a tone of amused exasperation:

"Not bad, you guys! Your Photoshop skills are improving!"

"To get revenge on me for saying you were poor a few days ago, you worked overtime all night to Photoshop this, right? And you even got me a few Middle East extras? Not bad, not bad, this picture is well Photoshopped, you've made progress!"

"I mean, is it necessary? Just because I hurt your feelings a bit, you start pranking the Streamer? Your perspective is too small, family!"

His words caused the entire stream to fall into a sudden silence.

All the Netizens who were frantically discussing were stunned.

They looked at the Streamer's smug expression of "I've already seen through your prank," and then at the realistic-looking photo, and for a moment, they didn't know what to say.

But what Li Jiajun didn't know was—

His ancestors up to eighteen generations had already been investigated, and after investigating his ancestors, that group of people had already come to see him, and perhaps he would have the chance to get an iron rice bowl.

And this iron rice bowl had two meanings: one positive, one negative.