Chapter 450 Foreign Farm Owner? A Pest Bird That Eats "Fighter Jets"!

Baishui City.

Inside the office of the Li Family Toy Factory.

Li Jiajun snapped back from his heart-surging fantasies.

He sat in his boss chair.

His gaze refocused on the desk in front of him.

He picked up the black gel pen again and sketched on the paper, further refining his design blueprint.

He meticulously smoothed out all the technical parameters, the layout of the energy circuits, and the miniature assembly details for the Ultraman transformation wand.

After confirming that the entire design had no flaws in industrial logic.

He nodded in satisfaction.

He picked up the internal phone on the desk, dialed the workshop's number, and called Wang Dachui over.

A moment later, Wang Dachui, who had a face that looked a bit like a bighead carp, pushed open the door and walked in.

Li Jiajun didn't waste any words, directly handing the freshly drawn Ultraman transformation wand blueprints to him and giving him a series of careful instructions.

After explaining the key technical points, he gave him full responsibility for arranging the upcoming trial production.

Perhaps his luck really was turning around.

Just as Wang Dachui walked out of the office with the blueprints and the door closed.

The screen of the phone placed on the edge of the desk suddenly lit up.

Accompanied by a crisp "ding" from a WeChat notification, it rang out clearly.

This sound was very pleasant to the ear in the quiet room.

Li Jiajun looked down at the screen.

He found that an unknown account had sent a WeChat friend request.

In the remarks column of the verification message, there were no extra pleasantries, just a few simple and clear words:

"I want to customize a toy."

...

Seeing this line of text.

Instantly, Li Jiajun's eyes lit up.

'Another order already?' The thought surfaced in his mind.

When business comes knocking, there's no reason to turn it away.

He reached out and gave the screen a light tap.

He quickly approved the friend request and added the person.

However.

After adding them, he didn't start a high-pressure sales pitch with his usual fiery enthusiasm.

Once bitten, twice shy.

He was much more cautious in his dealings now.

He didn't immediately beat his chest and promise to take on everything.

Instead, his fingers tapped rapidly in the input box, sending a message first to tentatively ask what kind of toy they wanted to customize.

Holding his phone, he leaned back in his chair.

He silently calculated the risks of this deal in his head.

If the toy the other party wanted to customize showed any sign of trending in the wrong direction...

...then he would absolutely not take the job!

After all, he was just a law-abiding toy maker for the people.

He didn't have to wait long.

The person on the other side of the screen replied, typing out an explanation of their predicament in the input box.

The other party stated that they were a foreign farmer.

After working hard for a long time, they had finally seen green crops growing in the fields.

As a result, they encountered a flock of very fierce pest birds.

These hateful birds came in swarms to eat the crops, causing massive losses.

Because there was truly no other way to drive them off, they wanted to customize a toy from Factory Director Li that could completely solve this predicament.

...

Seeing this person's request.

Li Jiajun blinked and let out a sigh of relief.

He put a finger to his chin and thought it over carefully.

Bird prevention? Protecting farmland?

After his rigorous business logic analysis, he felt that this request showed no signs of trending in the wrong direction.

This was simply the most down-to-earth, legitimate livelihood project that perfectly met agricultural production needs!

In fact.

He was already happily calculating his future business empire in his head.

If he could really use the existing factory equipment to create a toy that could efficiently solve bird infestation problems.

Then it would truly have a great market.

After all, bird pests were a universal agricultural problem worldwide.

He believed that not just many foreign farmers, but also the thousands upon thousands of hardworking farmers back home would definitely encounter this headache-inducing problem.

As long as the product worked well.

That massive lower-tier market would definitely open up to their Li Family Toy Factory.

Thinking of this.

A happy smile appeared on the corner of Li Jiajun's mouth.

He felt that his luck really was turning around.

Now, his factory's production lines had two reliable civilian directions: Ultraman transformation wands and bird-repelling toys.

However.

What this young factory director didn't know was that while his luck might be turning, it might also be blooming in many unexpected directions.

...

At this very moment.

On the other end of the internet.

A man wearing local robes was staring intently at the computer screen on his desk.

And this person was none other than the famous "A White Cloth on the Head."

That is, Hassan, the leader of a certain armed organization in a certain hotspot region.

One should know.

Over the past period of time, Hassan had bought two waves of so-called "toys" from Factory Director Li.

The first wave of toys was the Swarm Drones.

On the Gobi desert at the border, they had directly given Israel's ace armored brigade a beating they wouldn't forget.

The second wave was the Jia'an gas canisters rocket launchers that had undergone extreme reverse modification.

That sky-covering physical bombardment had also given Israel's electromagnetic interference positions a beating they wouldn't forget.

Since obtaining these two waves of epoch-making Eastern "specialties."

Hassan's armed forces had been unstoppable.

Perhaps the heavens had seen the righteous attribute of resisting hegemony in their organization.

Therefore.

All sorts of advanced weapons frequently "grew" out of their abandoned warehouses or certain desert bunkers.

A while ago, many high-performance standard fighter jets even "grew" out overnight.

With the support of air power.

Their battle results became even more impressive.

They formed suppression on multiple fronts, beating Israel's ground troops until they were crying for their parents and retreating repeatedly.

Everything was originally developing toward a great situation.

But.

At this time.

The financial backer hiding behind Israel—Country A—finally couldn't watch any longer.

This Country A, in order to maintain its interests in the Middle East, actually cast aside all pretense and personally entered the fray.

They quickly mobilized elite Air Force power and formed a Country A-Israel joint strike formation.

Using their absolute air superiority and bombers.

In an unprepared early morning.

They directly bombed the batch of fighter jets that Hassan and his men had painstakingly accumulated at a hidden airfield into scrap metal.

That wasn't even the end of it.

Moreover, this joint formation, relying on its radar advantage, was searching everywhere for other airfields they had hidden.

As long as they found even a trace of a runway, they would mercilessly drop heavy bombs to blow up those precious fighter jets.

Faced with this kind of aerial suppression, ground anti-aircraft fire simply couldn't play much of a role.

Hassan's heart bled as he looked at the battle damage reports sent up every day.

And these were the "pest birds" he had described to that Eastern factory director on WeChat.

The fighter jets ruthlessly destroyed by the enemy's joint formation were the "grain" upon which their armed organization relied for survival.

Facing this desperate situation where the enemy held absolute air superiority and bombed everywhere.

This man with "A White Cloth on the Head" who had been pushed to the edge of a cliff—Hassan.

Really didn't know what to do.

In his desperation.

The image of that Factory Director Li, who could always turn decay into magic, came to his mind again.

And so.

He wracked his brains to come up with this cryptic farmer's narrative.

He took his hands off the keyboard.

After sending the message.

He then sat in his chair, his palms sweating, waiting nervously.