Chapter 442 A Screen Full of Sports Cars and Rockets! Have These Misers Changed Their Nature?

Eastern Country.

Baishui City.

Inside the office of the Li Family Toy Factory.

Sunlight poured in unobstructed through the clean glass windows.

The golden radiance spread a layer of warm color over the carpet, finally landing on the comfortable executive chair behind the desk.

Li Jiajun was sitting upright in the chair.

This young factory director had just gone through a "period of self-seclusion" that lasted several days.

A few days ago, those so-called "firefighting equipment" he had poured countless efforts into developing—

From tracked armored vehicles to individual rocket launchers, and even that Thermobaric Fire Extinguishing Bomb that shook the entire internet—

Even the assembly line producing the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol—

Had all been ruthlessly sealed by officials and packed away overnight.

The feeling of watching his life's work being hauled away by deep green military trucks had indeed left him depressed for quite a while.

However.

After these few days had passed, he had completely recovered.

After all, this kind of drama where the authorities forcibly "requisitioned" his products had happened more than once or twice since he took over the toy factory.

Having been requisitioned so many times.

His heart, which used to ache slightly at the loss of his products, had been tempered to be incredibly strong.

He had already developed the right mindset.

This talent-level ability for self-adjustment allowed him to quickly emerge from the gloom.

Li Jiajun took a deep breath of the fresh air in the office, thoroughly expelling that last bit of gloom from his chest.

He gave a long stretch.

He reached for the phone on the desk.

He skillfully fixed it onto the metal stand used for live streaming.

He adjusted the angle of the front camera.

He glanced at himself in the screen; although he had experienced setbacks, he still looked full of youthful energy and vitality.

He decided to get back to work.

He reached out and gave the screen a light tap.

On this day, he started his mobile live stream once again.

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Based on Li Jiajun's past live streaming experience,

Although he enjoyed extremely high popularity on the internet and was jokingly called the Militia General by fans,

Every time he started a broadcast, as long as it lasted a little while, he could get tens of thousands of viewers online.

But that usually required a warm-up process.

The system would push notifications, fans would receive start-of-broadcast alerts, and then they would trickle into the live room.

This often required ten or twenty minutes, or even half an hour of accumulation.

However.

Just as he pressed the start button.

As soon as the stream opened, Li Jiajun was completely dumbfounded.

His gaze inadvertently swept across the area in the upper right corner of the screen that represented the number of online viewers.

That number didn't climb slowly by dozens or hundreds as it usually did.

Instead, after jumping for a split second,

Less than a minute after starting the broadcast,

That string of numbers was like a runaway horse, skyrocketing at a terrifying speed that defied the platform's traffic algorithms.

Ten thousand, thirty thousand, eighty thousand...

Almost in the blink of an eye, his online viewer count directly broke the 100,000+ threshold.

The numbers behind that plus sign were still rolling continuously at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li Jiajun stared blankly at the numbers jumping wildly in the upper right corner.

He wondered if he was seeing things, or if there was some display bug in the system of this phone used for streaming.

The light emitted from the phone screen clearly reflected on his face, which was written all over with astonishment.

His mouth was half-open, and he couldn't say a single word.

...

However.

Before he could recover from the ridiculous number of online viewers,

In the next moment, he was even more dumbfounded.

Because,

The image on the phone screen was suddenly replaced by a dazzling array of colors.

The screen was filled with gifts, all being sent without any warning.

Huge virtual rockets trailing long exhaust flames soared from the bottom of the screen, occupying his entire field of vision.

Immediately following that, stylish luxury virtual sports cars, accompanied by cool drifting sound effects, rampaged across the public screen.

Besides those,

Countless sparkling little stars, yachts, Carnivals, and various other expensive gift icons—

Special effects kept exploding on the screen.

The multicolored light and shadows intertwined, completely obscuring his originally clear face.

From the phone's speaker, the crisp sound effects of the system notifying him of expensive gifts kept coming.

The "ding-ding-dong-dong" sounds were continuous, making it even more lively than Chinese New Year.

...

Looking at this Carnival scene comparable to a large-scale internet festival,

Li Jiajun sat in his executive chair, feeling his scalp tingle.

One must know,

In the long years of live streaming in the past, the inherent impression in his mind was very clear.

This group of fans of his—those Netizens who spent every day in the live room arguing with him—

Were famously stingy.

On normal days, everyone was great at watching for free and sending bullet comments to tease him.

But as soon as it involved opening their wallets, every single one of them was more tight-fisted than an iron rooster.

Even those free little gifts like little hearts and lollipops that could be collected for free by logging into the platform every day—

They weren't even willing to lift a finger to send them to him.

Sometimes, Li Jiajun would drop subtle hints for everyone to give some free popularity votes.

And the result?

These silly Netizens had learned his routines to perfection.

No matter how much he hinted,

They were just like him.

Whenever they encountered comments asking them to send gifts, they would collectively play dumb and pretend not to see.

They would talk about other things in the comments, completely ignoring the subject.

But now,

The script had completely flipped.

He had only just pressed the start button.

He hadn't even had time to say the opening line, "Hello, family."

He hadn't said a single word!

These people who usually clutched even free gifts tightly were actually sending them without reservation, as if money meant nothing.

Heavyweight gifts like sports cars and rockets, which cost hundreds or thousands of yuan each, were flying across the screen like cheap cabbages.

This sudden scene of explosive wealth left Li Jiajun feeling speechless to the extreme.

He swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

Faced with such abnormal behavior,

He simply couldn't believe it was real, even suspecting that his live room had been maliciously hijacked by some tycoon guild.

Looking at the gift effects flying all over the place,

"Wait, what's going on?"

Li Jiajun finally found his voice, staring at the screen and asking with a head full of confusion.

His tone was filled with a deep sense of bewilderment.

...

As his question was voiced,

The fingers of those 100,000+ online viewers who were in a gift-sending frenzy did not stop.

Soon,

In the gaps between the sports car and rocket effects,

Uniform bullet comments were interspersed.

The Netizens hidden behind the screens heard the Young Factory Director Li's question.

Yet not a single person broke that sensitive layer of paper.

They just looked at the young factory director on the screen, who looked completely lost and had no idea what earth-shattering event he had accomplished.

Everyone tapped on their keyboards, sending comments saying:

"Just take it."

This phrase appeared repeatedly on the public screen.

Immediately after, another comment followed.

"This is a small token of our appreciation."

Then, it was a sentence that sounded like old friends teasing each other.

"You know how it is, we've watched your stream for so long, it's about time we sent some small gifts."

These few sentences appeared particularly striking amidst the constantly exploding gift effects.

...

Looking at the bewildered Li Jiajun,

At this moment, the Netizens holding their phones or sitting in front of their computers still maintained a high degree of rationality.

Deep in their hearts, gratitude and hot-bloodedness that couldn't be quelled were already surging.

The shocking changes that occurred in the Sanbianpo Scam Park, and the subsequent news of the unconditional release of Chinese personnel,

Had long since spread through the group chats of these veteran fans.

By piecing together various clues and the timeline of the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol that had just been fully confiscated,

Everyone's hearts were as clear as a mirror.

They knew that it was precisely this young man before them, whom they always teased as the "Militia General,"

Who, with his unusual way of thinking and shocking inventions,

Had inadvertently crossed numerous mountain ranges and completed a great battle to save his compatriots and awe those outside the borders.

The "toys" he invented had taken down that demon's den that had caused countless families to be ruined.

This merit could not be praised enough, no matter how one tried.

But,

Everyone was sensible.

Could they really tell Young Factory Director Li directly in the comments that it was because of the Sanbianpo Scam Park matter?

That was not something that should be spoken of lightly.

This involved complex international relations and absolute official tacit understanding.

Once the truth was poked through in a public live room watched by hundreds of thousands of people,

It would not only cause trouble for the country but would also push this Young Factory Director Li, who brought them countless joy and pride, into the eye of the storm.

Therefore,

Based on this national-level wisdom,

These Netizens all sent gifts with a tacit understanding.

Everyone turned all their thanks and all their respect into hard cash donations.

Using this most direct and worldly way to give back to this young man.

Not a single person explained the reason.

The comments maintained a mystery and harmony of seeing through but not speaking out.

...

As for the deep meaning behind all of this,

Li Jiajun, sitting in his office, was naturally completely unaware.

He knew nothing about Sanbianpo, nor did he know anything about the release of people from the Scam Park.

He just looked at these comments from the Netizens.

Looking at those comments like "just take it" and "a small token of appreciation."

Although he felt that this group of people had changed their nature a bit ridiculously today, it was undeniable that—

Li Jiajun admitted he was a little moved.

Originally,

Because of the requisitioning a few days ago, several of his flagship products had been hauled away by military trucks.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, there was still a trace of a bad mood lingering deep in his heart when he first started the stream.

But now,

Looking at these gift donations falling like snowflakes,

His mood instantly improved.

After all,

Faced with a screen full of gifts representing hard cash, there was no reason to be in a bad mood.

An even more important point was,

This money coming in through live room donations was voluntarily given to him by the Netizens; it was legitimate money.

Unlike the money he had received recently, which was all compensation for official requisitions.

And every entry of that compensation meant he was moving further away from his "civilian toy dream."