Chapter 42 Factory Manager Li... Something's happened?!

Eastern Country, Lu Province, Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory.

"Alright, alright, family, keep an open mind."

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting mottled light and shadows in the office. Li Jiajun leaned back comfortably in his boss chair, wearing a smug expression that said, "I have already seen through everything," and waved his hand at the camera in the livestream room.

"Admit it, you were all just so deeply hurt by my heart-stabbing remarks a few days ago that you teamed up to pull this off, trying to scare me. The photo editing technique is not bad; it looks quite convincing. But how could such a petty trick deceive these eyes of mine that perceive the world?"

As he spoke, he enlarged the screenshot, acting like a serious "Photo Editing Master Critic."

"Look, there are too many flaws in this picture. First of all, the lighting is wrong. The reflection on the side of the shipping container and the light source on the faces of those Middle East men are clearly not from the same sun. The guy who edited this didn't study physics well; the light source angles aren't even aligned. It's a case of a weak foundation leading to a shaky structure."

"Also, look at this sand. The Li Family Toy Factory logo is pasted on so clearly, without a single wrinkle or reflection, as if it were just pasted on using Meitu. It's too fake. Real shipping containers in the desert are exposed to wind and sun; the logo would have long since faded and become mottled. How could it be so brand new? For this detail, I give it a bad review."

Li Jiajun analyzed it seriously, as if he were an Oscar-winning director critiquing a film full of holes. Of course, he didn't really know much about this, but who doesn't know how to brag?

In the livestream room, the bullet comments had already split into several factions.

Some Netizens who hadn't seen the relevant news really thought this was the Streamer and fans playing a prank or meme, and they chimed in one after another.

"Hahaha, the Main Streamer is being sanctioned by the fans this time! And he's analyzing it so logically!"

"This photo edit is too fake, fake at first glance, identified as Photoshop! The Main Streamer has fiery eyes!"

"Exactly, how could there be such a coincidence? The Streamer just sold a batch of toys, and they appeared on the news, and even took a photo with Middle East men? The script traces are too heavy! Let's disperse, let's disperse, edit a Hollywood blockbuster level one next time."

Meanwhile, another group of onlookers who had heard the news from elsewhere, as well as the old fans who had first discovered this news, were plunged into deep confusion.

"No... Streamer, look carefully again? This picture doesn't seem to be edited! I just pulled it from a war correspondent's Twitter on the foreign web, and the caption says it's real!"

"That's right, Main Streamer, many military forums are discussing this picture right now, analyzing the model and origin of your shipping container! Are you really in trouble?"

"Main Streamer, stop joking, hurry up and think about how to explain it! This joke can't be made! If you get sent warmth by international courier, where will we go to watch you brag in the future!"

Li Jiajun looked at the bullet comments, feeling speechless.

'Sigh, this generation of Netizens is no good; they can't even act out a full scene.' A thought emerged in his mind, 'It was agreed to be a prank, why are there still people taking it so seriously? They have no sense of entertainment at all. It's like a crosstalk performance; you have one comedian and a group of straight men, but there are always a few audience members who insist on standing up and saying this is unscientific. You tell me, how disappointing is that.'

He was just about to say a few more cocky words to tease this group of "too immersed" Netizens.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A heavy and urgent knocking sound came from the direction of the factory's main gate without any warning. The sound was huge, appearing exceptionally abrupt in this quiet afternoon, and it clearly traveled through the office window into the microphone of the livestream room.

The bullet comments in the livestream room paused for a moment.

Li Jiajun was also stunned for a moment. He looked toward the door and subconsciously muttered: "Who is it? In broad daylight, knocking so loudly, are they in a rush to reincarnate? Could it be some Netizen who had their heart stabbed by me, really following the network cable to my doorstep for a real-life fight?"

As he said this, he laughed himself, completely disregarding the matter.

At the factory main gate, in the guard room. The elderly guard, Old Zhang, was lying leisurely on a rocking chair, wearing reading glasses, intently reading "Story Meeting" in his hands. Beside him, the radio was playing his favorite Beijing Opera selection "Dingjun Mountain," just reaching the part where it sang, "This... Huang Zhong... is old... and useless..." Ever since the factory paid back wages and bonuses a few days ago, Old Zhang felt that his life was more comfortable than that of a retired cadre.

This sudden, drum-like knocking sound dragged him forcibly out of the exciting segment of Huang Zhong beheading Xiahou, scaring him so much that the "Story Meeting" in his hands fell to the floor.

"Who is it?! Are you rushing for your life!" Old Zhang was full of anger, took off his glasses, and walked toward the big iron gate while cursing, preparing to see which blind guy dared to disturb his leisure afternoon time.

He opened the small window of the guard room and looked outside impatiently. With just one glance, all the expressions on Old Zhang's face instantly froze. His leisure and his anger were washed clean in this instant by a bone-chilling coldness.

What did he see? On the dirt road outside the factory where only a few old e-bikes passed by on weekdays, at this moment, under the bright sun, it was parked full of powerful-looking military trucks painted in dark green camouflage. He had only seen these trucks in military parades on TV. The vehicle bodies were sprayed with serial numbers he couldn't understand, the tires were taller than him, and they exuded a cold aura of steel.

On the trucks, soldiers, each armed with live ammunition and wearing the latest starry camouflage combat uniforms, were standing as straight as javelins. Their faces were painted with camouflage oil, their eyes were sharp, and the steel guns in their hands shone with a cold metallic luster.

More soldiers had dispersed, in groups of three, in a tactical formation that Old Zhang could not understand at all but felt was extremely professional, quickly establishing a cordon around the factory's perimeter. Their movements were swift and silent, without a trace of unnecessary communication; only tactical gestures danced in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the entire Li Family Toy Factory completely.

In the middle of the military trucks, there was also a black bus that looked very high-end, with dark tint on the windows. It was impossible to see who was sitting inside, but that invisible, enormous sense of oppression made Old Zhang feel as if his heart had been gripped, and even breathing became difficult.

Old Zhang had worked in this factory area for a lifetime; let alone military vehicles, he hadn't even seen many police cars. Today's scene, he had only seen in war movies on TV.

'It's over...' Old Zhang's calves began to go weak. He held onto the window frame to barely stand steady, his lips trembling, and only one thought remained in his mind. 'Factory Director Li... has the incident occurred?!'