Chapter 452 This ten million deposit is so extravagant it's almost familiar!

Li Jiajun sat in his large executive chair.

The afternoon sunlight slanted through the window glass and spilled across the carpet, illuminating the entire office.

The cursor in the input box blinked at a steady rhythm, as if urging him to make a decision quickly.

"Business is hard to come by these days, especially with big cross-border deals like this," a thought surfaced in his mind.

Although he had just had an epiphany and come up with that brilliant plan for a fully automatic painting machine, he still felt a bit uneasy.

If he were to reveal his entire creative idea of using visual deception to deal with birds, and the farmer on the other end—whom he had never even met—turned around and took the core design to some low-end contract manufacturer, who would he complain to?

In this kind of cross-ocean business, once you encounter a scoundrel with no sense of contractual integrity, fighting a cross-border intellectual property lawsuit is enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.

As the helmsman of Li Family Toy Factory, he had to be responsible for the livelihoods of the hundreds of employees in the factory.

A while back, those Tracked Armored Vehicles and individual Exoskeletons were requisitioned by the authorities, and although they received compensation, it was, after all, the fruit of their labor that they had been forced to hand over.

Now, he had finally received a legitimate order for a civilian agricultural toy that seemed completely unlikely to violate any regulations.

If he were to let someone freeload off his creativity again due to his own carelessness, he would truly suffer a massive loss.

Therefore, he had to come up with a foolproof plan, preferably one that could tactfully and decently get the other party to pay a research deposit first.

Thinking of this, he began typing on the keyboard again, trying to organize a seamless business pitch.

"Dear customer, hello. In view of the technical originality of this project..."

After typing this line, Li Jiajun read it carefully twice and immediately shook his head. He felt this tone was far too stiff.

Would asking for money directly make him seem small-minded? What if the other party really was a super-rich farmer with ten thousand acres of fertile land and got scared off by his petty attitude?

He pressed and held the backspace key, deleting the line entirely. For a moment, he was speechless. He could only scratch his hair in frustration, editing the wording on his phone back and forth.

Just as he was hesitating, ding-dong! In the office, the phone speaker emitted a crisp, pleasant notification sound for a transfer. This distinctive sound effect was exceptionally loud in the pin-drop quiet room.

Li Jiajun subconsciously exited the WeChat chat interface and tapped on the bank SMS notification that popped up at the top of the screen. It was originally just a casual glance. The moment his eyes touched that long string of numbers, his body froze abruptly.

It was an official interbank transfer notification from the bank. It clearly showed that a huge sum of money had just been transferred into his personal business account from an overseas channel.

He hurriedly extended his index finger and pressed it against the smooth glass screen. With his fingertip, he began counting the Arabic numerals one by one. "One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million..."

Counting to the last zero, he gasped. A full ten million RMB!

Looking at this plain yet absurdly long string of zeros, Li Jiajun was stunned. He couldn't quite believe his eyes, rubbed his eye sockets hard, and looked again.

The number remained the same; the "1" in front stood tall like a pine, and the seven "0"s behind it were round and full. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he felt a bit dry in the throat. What on earth was going on?

At that moment, another WeChat message banner notification popped up at the very top of the phone screen. The sender was none other than that stranger who claimed to be a farmer.

"That was the deposit I just sent. Tell me your thoughts."

As it turned out, Hassan had been watching the WeChat message Li Jiajun sent, and seeing that Li Jiajun was constantly showing as "typing" but hadn't sent a message, he had a hunch and realized Li Jiajun's concerns, which was why he had sent such a deposit.

Looking at this plain yet incredibly domineering sentence, Li Jiajun finally realized that the shocking sum of money just now had indeed been sent by this farmer he had never met.

A tingling sensation like an electric current spread through his entire body; he was stunned to the core. He was a bit dazed. He stared at that simple and crude text on the screen. Then, he blankly seemed to realize something.

Why was this lavishness so familiar? But immediately after, Li Jiajun raised his hand and scratched his head hard. He felt it was indeed a bit familiar, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember where he had seen such a wealthy client.

Perhaps it was an illusion caused by reading too many stories online about wealthy people giving big tips.

If you can't figure something out, don't think about it—that was his consistent principle of conduct. He immediately threw the matter to the back of his mind. That wasn't important anymore.

In the face of this solid ten million in cash, let alone investigating whether the other party was the Top Supporter who had tipped him before, even if the other party was an alien, they were still his bread and butter.

What was important was that this was a real, genuine, super-big client on the other side of the screen! He hadn't even calculated the final product pricing, nor had he sent over a single sketch. The other party, without a word, had directly transferred a ten-million deposit. This move was simply astonishing!

He placed his phone on the desk. Li Jiajun thought with a beaming smile. With this deposit, even if the other party really did end up freeloading off his creativity and ran away with the blueprints, it would be more than enough to cover all losses. Ten million in net profit, this was.

There were no more concerns. All commercial defenses vanished into thin air at this moment. He picked up his phone again. His fingers danced across the virtual keyboard, and he began to explain his creative idea in detail on WeChat.

"Brother, you're too kind! Since you're so sincere, I'll be direct."

"Regarding the bird problem you mentioned, I've designed a fully automatic ground painting machine."

"This thing is equipped with a high-precision spraying matrix and autonomous navigation algorithms, capable of adapting to various uneven farmland terrains."

"To deal with those clever pest birds, relying solely on playing noise to drive them away won't work; you have to use dimensional reduction deception visually."

"With this painting rover, you can have it draw a bunch of huge, fake crop patterns on empty ground relatively far from the core farmland using bright industrial paint."

"When those birds look down from mid-air and see this tempting, realistic food, they will definitely be misled and attracted to land there."

"As long as they deviate from their flight path, your real crops will naturally be absolutely safe."

"Or you can simply have this machine paint images of eagles and foxes with bloody mouths all around the fields; that sense of visual oppression from 3D-to-2D will definitely scare away those timid birds."

Large paragraphs of text were edited into bubbles and sent over. Li Jiajun felt incredibly proud of his theory of visual deception. He tapped his fingertip lightly on the screen. The message was sent successfully.

On the other side of the planet, in that underground bunker, Hassan watched the detailed plans popping up on the screen, his originally tense body gradually straightening up.