Is Chapter 457 like this?

Faced with Wang Dachui's terrified expression, which looked as if he had seen a ghost, and that ear-piercing question that nearly blew the roof off, Li Jiajun's expression froze for a split second.

He blinked his clear eyes.

"Er..."

He scratched his freshly styled hair looking somewhat innocent, messing up his originally smooth hairstyle.

In his heart, he really didn't think it was a big deal.

He even wondered if his subordinate in front of him had been under too much pressure lately, leading to a nervous breakdown.

It was just a big-spending overseas client; was there any need to be so scared that he couldn't even function?

He recalled the scene of adding the friend with confidence.

His thoughts were instantly pulled back to a short while ago.

At that time, a friend request suddenly popped up on his phone screen.

Because the verification message clearly stated the words "Want to customize a toy."

His mind was entirely focused on how to expand the market and secure orders; all his thoughts were on the customized toy the other party mentioned.

After clicking accept offhandedly.

That green messaging software system very intelligently popped up the interface to modify the remark.

To make it easier to manage client resources in the future.

He didn't even think about it for a second at the time.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the virtual keyboard, directly labeling the other party as "Customized Toy."

The whole set of actions was smooth and flowing.

In that state of mind, solely focused on soliciting business, he really hadn't looked at what the other party's original WeChat name was.

Who would have the free time to study a stranger's original online nickname?

'Doing business these days is all about the speed of transfers and the list of requirements.'

'What could a lousy screen name possibly mean?' This thought crossed his mind.

...

However.

Watching Wang Dachui, who was so anxious he was about to jump up and down.

That two-hundred-pound massive frame was pacing back and forth across from the office desk.

His thick legs kept stomping on the carpet, his body fat jiggling along, and he was nearly ready to perform an ascension on the spot.

Facing this state of utter despair.

Li Jiajun could only sigh helplessly.

He pressed his hands on the edge of the table, leaning his upper body slightly forward.

Stretching over.

Then, following Wang Dachui's trembling finger, he looked over.

His gaze crossed the short distance between the two.

His sight landed steadily on the line of light gray small text at the very top of the phone screen.

That was the original WeChat name, hidden below the remark and in a slightly smaller font.

When those characters arranged together came into view.

He saw this person's WeChat name:

[I Am Really Not A White Cloth on the Head]

The moment he saw these words clearly.

Li Jiajun's originally casual expression froze.

His movements paused in mid-air.

When he saw this name, he was stunned.

To him, this title had the lethality of a curse.

His mind instantly replayed the chaotic days of the past half-year.

From the overwhelming black drone storm at the border.

To the gas canisters whistling across the Gobi Desert in the Middle East with tails of flame.

The source of all evil, the fuse for every time official trucks blocked their door.

Everything was thanks to this mysterious buyer far away overseas.

He slowly lifted his neck.

He looked up at Wang Dachui opposite him.

Seeing that Wang Dachui still had that look of disbelief.

He immediately understood why Wang Dachui had such an expression.

If it were any old employee of Li Family Toy Factory who knew the inside story.

Upon seeing this ID, which could be called a plague god, once again wearing a so-called "farm owner" mask and brazenly throwing a multi-million order their way.

The first reaction would definitely be to pack up and run away overnight.

...

After a brief moment of shock.

Li Jiajun leaned back into the soft chair.

Immediately, his heart stirred.

His brain began to spin rapidly, countless thoughts colliding frantically between neurons.

Various pieces of unreasonable information were quickly summarized and organized by him.

After deducing for a moment.

Then came a moment of speechlessness.

The astonishment on his face gradually faded, replaced by an enlightenment of having seen through the truth.

"Pfft—"

He couldn't even hold it back and just snorted with laughter.

His tense shoulders also completely relaxed.

Because after going through his meticulous logical deduction.

He felt that this buyer was definitely, definitely his unscrupulous fan who had deliberately chosen such a name.

The one thing the online world doesn't lack is those bored people who are always thinking about stirring up trouble.

Li Jiajun sorted out the cause and effect in his mind.

After all, the long journey of his fire-fighting toys and civilian products being ruthlessly requisitioned by the authorities.

The initial starting point began with this mysterious tycoon, A White Cloth on the Head.

That gift-giving incident by the Top Supporter that caused a sensation across the entire internet in the live stream had long ago become an enduring legend on the internet.

Those silly Netizens who followed him liked to play with this meme in the live stream.

They would often send barrage comments teasing, asking when Big Brother White Cloth would place another order, letting Factory Director Li go drink tea at the police station again.

Following this line of reasoning.

The truth was practically begging to be revealed.

The other party deliberately chose such a name just to mess with his head!

This was clearly a rich second-generation fan with spare cash who watched the live stream and didn't feel satisfied enough.

So he simply put on a mask and ran to WeChat to roleplay as the legendary patron.

...

To thoroughly solidify his conclusion.

Li Jiajun continued to reinforce that line of logical defense in his mind.

'These days, real criminals or those ruthless characters entrenched overseas.'

'Which one of them isn't desperate to hide behind eight hundred layers of encrypted networks?'

'Afraid that others might find even a trace of a clue.' This thought crossed his mind.

Otherwise.

If the other party really were that pit-creating A White Cloth on the Head, how could he possibly choose a name like [I Am Really Not A White Cloth on the Head]?

This is just like a master thief, before committing a crime, specifically sticking a big poster on his forehead that says "I am really not a thief."

Isn't that just a dead giveaway?

This kind of reverse operation, apart from those delusional youths who like to play with bad internet memes.

Where in the world is there such an idiot?

...

Having sorted all this out.

That trace of panic was completely rooted out of Li Jiajun's heart.

Li Jiajun completely relaxed.

That confidence and composure belonging to an entrepreneur returned to his face.

He spoke his considerations out loud.

Looking at Wang Dachui, who was still trembling and at a loss.

He decided to give this terrified subordinate a good lesson, using reason to dispel his persecution complex.

Then he presented a powerful piece of evidence.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the office desk, making a crisp "da da" sound.

That is: "Think about it, Big Hammer, the toy I invented just paints patterns on the ground."

His tone was filled with certainty.

"This thing can neither fly to the sky nor burrow into the ground, nor can it breathe fire or blow up buildings. Its core function is just a small robot car that carries a paint bucket and draws pictures everywhere."

Speaking of this, he spread his hands, making a helpless gesture.

"Even if we take a step back and say that this guy really is A White Cloth on the Head, what is he after? Buying this kind of harmless toy?"

This rhetorical question hit the soul directly.

In Li Jiajun's innocent civilian understanding, when armed organizations buy equipment, it has to be for artillery or armored vehicles.

Spending thirty million in huge funds just to buy one hundred sweeping cars that can draw an eagle or a fox on the ground?

Unless that leader wants to wash his hands of the business and switch to doing large-scale outdoor art creation.

Otherwise, it simply cannot be explained.

He paused.

Li Jiajun leaned forward, looking at the fat fish opposite him.

"Don't tell me you still want to say that this toy of mine could also be used by the other party for illegal purposes, or even military ones? You are overthinking it, Big Hammer."

...

The office was quiet for a few seconds.

There was only the faint sound of the air conditioner running.

Wang Dachui was dumbfounded by what Li Jiajun said.

Then.

He blinked his eyes.

He said somewhat uncertainly: "Is... is that so?"