Chapter 435 Every time I watch Zhu Bao's live stream, I write my will in advance.

Outside the factory gates.

A gentle breeze brushed past the neat rows of green trees lining the street, the leaves making a soft rustling sound.

Li Jiajun was standing outside the factory gates, holding up a phone that was currently live-streaming, his face brimming with a bright and enthusiastic smile.

Actually.

Not long ago, his mood hadn't been like this at all.

At that time,

He couldn't accept that his inventions—those firefighting toys—were being requisitioned.

After all, he had poured countless amounts of effort into inventing them.

Those exoskeletons, armored vehicles, and even that beyond-visual-range big pipe that solved the pain points of ultra-high-rise rescues.

Every single component and every structural diagram was a crystallization of his hard work and sudden insights while sitting at his desk.

And then, in the blink of an eye...

Sigh, talking about it only brings tears.

However.

In these past few hours, he had finished processing these negative emotions.

The greatest virtue of this young factory director was his big heart.

It was a self-regulation ability that could be called a talent.

During these few hours.

He had completely come to terms with it.

If the big equipment was gone, it was gone; he'd just consider it a contribution to the country.

After all, he still had that sold-out toy gun as his safety net.

That was the true blockbuster for the vast children's mass market.

Another important reason that prompted him to stand outside the gate with his phone right now...

...was because of a carnival happening on the internet.

Just as he was processing his emotions earlier.

He had taken his spare phone to browse the news online.

Then he discovered that those unscrupulous fans, whose speed at watching the drama was comparable to reporters,

had actually created several trending topics like "#Little Factory Director Li Requisitioned Again and Again#" and "#Little Factory Director Li About to Shut Down Again#."

These tags were filled with a teasing tone.

At this moment, they were hanging high on the trending lists of various social platforms, including Social Media Platform and TikTok.

Clicking on any short video at random,

the background music would be some desolate and mournful erhu piece, and the visuals would be close-up screenshots of him looking dumbfounded after hearing the Old General's words.

The comment sections were even more filled with a cheerful atmosphere, as countless passersby sympathized with this unlucky guy who had to hand his business over to the state every time he started one.

Looking at this overwhelming teasing,

and in order not to be made a fool of by his viewers,

Li Jiajun's competitive spirit immediately flared up.

'I am the dignified helmsman of the Li Family Toy Factory; my net worth achieved financial freedom long ago.'

'Would I be shut down by this bit of routine requisitioning?'

'This is simply looking down on my psychological resilience.'

With this thought, he simply took out his phone to start a live stream, wanting to prove to everyone that he wouldn't shut down at all this time.

The number of people online on the screen was climbing at an exaggerated speed.

Many Netizens, smelling the drama, flocked in to watch the joke.

Just as he was adjusting the beauty filters and preparing to argue with the viewers about his strong heart,

a moment later,

the silhouette of a motorcade appeared at the intersection ahead.

It was an official motorcade composed of several dark business vans, speeding along the wide asphalt road.

The motorcade came to the front of the Li Family Toy Factory gates.

It stopped smoothly.

With a slight sound of brakes,

the car doors slid open to the sides.

Uncle Liu, Liu Jianguo, got out of the car.

This old comrade was wearing a dark jacket today. Although his posture was still upright, his steps didn't seem as light as usual, and there was even an indescribable sense of exhaustion between his brows.

Li Jiajun naturally didn't know what kind of earth-shattering mental shock Uncle Liu had just experienced at the airport.

From his subjective perspective,

Uncle Liu flying all this way was nothing more than for another requisition.

And this kind of thing was easy once you'd done it before.

This old guy's business was already proficient enough.

...

And at this time,

after seeing Liu Jianguo get out of the car,

Li Jiajun cheerfully held up his phone and adjusted it to the best shooting angle for the camera.

Facing the Netizens in the live stream room, he said, "Look, Uncle Liu is here. It's just a requisition, no big deal. Why would I be shut down? Not at all."

These words were spoken with complete nonchalance.

To increase his persuasiveness and prove he really didn't care about these gains and losses,

he even deliberately leaned his face closer to the camera and put on a big smile: "Look at how happy I am."

On the screen,

that bright smile even revealed a few white teeth, his whole face practically screaming 'I'm fine, I'm strong'.

Looking at Li Jiajun's appearance on the screen,

the crowd of spectators in the live stream room was also left speechless.

The public chat, which had been filled with various sympathetic emojis, instantly changed its style.

Various complaints flew across like snowflakes.

"It's over, Little Factory Director Li has already gotten used to it."

"Oh no, Little Factory Director Li actually managed to act cool this time."

Seeing these bullet comments acknowledging his strength,

Li Jiajun felt incredibly refreshed, and the curve of his lips turned up even more.

However,

the good times didn't last long.

Amidst the dense text, a bolded and colored bullet comment appeared particularly conspicuous.

"Since you're not afraid of being requisitioned, then I wish for you to be requisitioned again next time."

...

Li Jiajun also saw the bullet comment wishing for him to be requisitioned again.

That heartless and proud expression that was hanging on his face just now...

...instantly froze.

What followed...

...was a wave of speechlessness.

What kind of devilish blessing is this?

Don't hit someone in the face, and don't bring up someone's weaknesses when scolding them. Who wishes for someone to have the authorities check their water meter and seize their assets every day?

Li Jiajun only felt his blood pressure starting to rise.

He wished he could crawl through the internet cable to fight this person.

What? You say you're a boxer? Then when the time comes, pray that you won't kneel down and beg me not to die.

...

Feeling speechless, Li Jiajun couldn't be bothered to argue with this group of viewers who only knew how to be contrarians.

And at this time,

he turned his gaze back to the motorcade that had stopped ahead.

Now,

he noticed that after Uncle Liu got out of the car, he didn't immediately walk towards him.

Instead, he stood by the business van, maintaining a very respectful posture.

Waiting for something.

Just like that, two seconds passed.

The rear door of that black business van was slowly pulled open from the inside.

Then, Li Jiajun saw Old Mr. Qian also slowly getting out of that car.

It was Qian Zhengming.

This silver-haired elder was wearing an inconspicuous dark gray jacket. Although his movements seemed a bit slow, every gesture exuded the steadiness of someone who had long held a high position.

Seeing this familiar face appear outside the factory area in Baishui City,

he was stunned.

Why did this old gentleman come too?

Is this poor relative coming to the door again to beg for food?!!

But that's not right. Those firefighting toys I made shouldn't be enough to bring this old gentleman here.

Meanwhile, the bullet comments in the live stream room directly exploded.

Because Li Jiajun had just accidentally spoken his inner thoughts out loud again.

"Wait, Streamer, did you just call Old Mr. Qian a 'poor relative'?"

"Wait, you dare to say those words, but I don't even dare to listen to them!"

"What words? What kind of words are those?!!!"

"Every time I watch Main Streamer's live stream, I write my last will in advance, for fear of accidentally hearing something and getting executed immediately."