Chapter 44: Livestream Cut Off, Witnessed by the Entire Internet!

Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory, factory manager's office.

The afternoon sun was just right, and Li Jiajun was leaning leisurely in that newly purchased, expensive ergonomic boss chair, with his feet propped up on the desk, drinking iced cola while bragging enthusiastically to the live stream camera.

"family, let me tell you, I'm not bragging. Thanks to the passionate promotion from our Top Supporter, that heavyweight artist known as 'A White Cloth on the Head', our 'Li Family Toy Factory' brand is about to make a name for itself in the international art world!"

He took a sip of cola, rocked the chair comfortably, and continued: "What you see now is just the beginning. Once my factory's reputation spreads, Lego, Bandai, they'll all have to take a backseat. By then, I, Li Jiajun, will be the godfather of the world toy industry!"

...

His words, accompanied by that smug expression of "the world is in my hands" on his face, once again drew collective teasing from the Netizens in the live stream.

"The Main Streamer is at it again, bragging without even drafting it!"

"Godfather? I think you mean Mafia godfather, right? The kind in movies, running a toy factory on the surface, but a weapons tycoon behind the scenes."

"Don't say that, the Main Streamer's vibe is actually a bit like that. Look at his shifty eyes, doesn't look like a good guy."

Li Jiajun looked at the barrage of comments, feeling speechless.

'Sigh, how can a swallow understand the ambition of a swan? The imagination of these useless Netizens can only reach the level of a weapons tycoon; their perspective is too small,' a thought emerged in his mind.

He cleared his throat, preparing to activate his signature "narration" mode, which seemed to come with its own reverb, to properly explain to this group of unsophisticated Netizens what "commercial blueprint" and "brand value" meant, when the office door, which was left ajar for ventilation, was pushed open quietly and gently by a hand wearing a black tactical glove.

The light in the office was very good.

Li Jiajun was looking down at the comments, pondering what his next clever remark should be, completely unaware of the anomaly behind him.

Several figures wearing uniform black combat gear and with agile builds walked quickly into the office, and then, quickly occupied several key positions in the office.

Immediately after, more people filed in.

Leading them was the Old General, who possessed a majestic aura and eyes as sharp as an eagle. Behind him followed Liu Jianguo, with an excited expression that said "finally saw a living one," along with a group of big shots standing in similar positions. Further back was Sun Danian, who wore a complex expression as if thinking about something. Behind him was the Mayor of Baishui City, whose face was a bit pale, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but who was still trying to remain calm. Of course, there were other big shots as well.

A group of more than a dozen people crowded this small factory manager's office, and the air seemed to have frozen.

Seeing Li Jiajun engrossed in his mobile live stream, they all tacitly remained silent, using a scrutinizing gaze to see what this young man, who had stirred up international turmoil and left countless Experts and generals at their wits' end, was actually doing.

At first, the Netizens in the live stream hadn't noticed, but as time passed, as these big shots stood one by one behind Li Jiajun, and the mobile camera of the live stream captured this oppressive scene completely and clearly, they noticed.

Li Jiajun in the office was still unaware, but the hundreds of thousands of online Netizens in the live stream were collectively hit by a freezing spell at the same time.

The barrage of comments that had been scrolling crazily vanished instantly, as if someone had pressed the delete key.

A deathly silence lasted for a full three seconds.

And then.

"?????????"

Dense, overwhelming question marks, enough to make any trypophobe die on the spot, flooded the entire mobile screen like a bursting dam, instantly turning it into a pale white.

"Holy crap! Main Streamer! Behind you!!!"

"Turn around quickly, Streamer! Stop bragging! Your house has been raided!!!"

"Oh my god! What kind of cosplay is this? It's too realistic! This gear, this presence! How much does this cost a day?"

"Fake, right? Must be actors hired by the Streamer! To get attention? But this lineup is too huge! That uncle wiping his sweat looks familiar..."

"That's not an actor! That's our Mayor!!! I swear on my future happiness! I see him on the local news every day!!!"

Li Jiajun looked at the instantly exploding comments on the screen and was stunned for a moment. He thought this group of bored Netizens was playing some new trick, like collectively spamming the screen to pretend it was lagging.

He even smiled and shook his head, teasing the camera: "What's up with the family today? Are you all possessed? Why just spamming question marks? And telling me to turn around? What's behind me? Did aliens land at my little factory?"

As he said this, he felt it was quite funny and prepared to continue joking around with the Netizens.

But just at this moment, he finally felt a sense of something wrong, belatedly.

?????

It was an indescribable feeling, just like dozens of people standing behind you, holding their breath, looking quietly at the back of your head, and the air had stopped flowing.

A chill ran up his spine, making his scalp tingle.

The smile on Li Jiajun's face froze.

His neck, as if it had been rusted for fifty years, made a "creak, creak" sound as he turned it extremely slowly, inch by inch.

And then, his whole person, along with his eccentric brain, was completely petrified at this moment.

His gaze first saw several soldiers wearing the latest star-pattern camouflage combat uniforms, fully armed, with eyes as sharp as knives, staring at him coldly.

His heart skipped a beat.

Then, his gaze passed over the soldiers and saw the Old General standing at the very front of the crowd, who, although wearing casual clothes, possessed such a powerful aura that he dared not look directly at him, as if he had walked out of a history book.

His pupils began to shrink uncontrollably.

Next, he saw Liu Jianguo standing next to the Old General, with that excited expression that said "holy crap, finally saw the real one" and who didn't look like a good guy at all.

His breathing began to become rapid.

Finally, his gaze locked onto a face in the crowd that he had seen countless times on Baishui City's local news, a face familiar to the point of being unable to be more familiar, which was currently squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying at him.

The Mayor of Baishui City?!

And, looking at the position of this big shot who covered the sky with one hand in this city, among this group of people, it seemed... he was actually standing quite far back?

In that instant, Li Jiajun's brain completely crashed and went blank. He opened his mouth, his throat feeling as if it were stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't say a single word. He felt as if he had become a statue, and even his thinking had stopped operating.

In the live stream, all the viewers witnessed this famous scene through that small mobile screen.

Just at the moment when the emotions of the whole internet were pushed to the peak, that small mobile screen used by Li Jiajun for the live stream, without any warning, went black with a "pop" sound.

Only a few cold white characters remained in the center of the screen.

【 This live stream is suspected of violating regulations and is currently being rectified... 】