Chapter 459 Bird Wallpaper

In the office.

"You have added each other as friends. You can now start chatting."

Li Jiajun sat upright in his large, comfortable executive chair.

He felt like a superstar about to walk the red carpet, in a state of indescribable excitement.

He was so nervous that he even raised his hands and moved the phone on his desk slightly further away.

He lowered his head and began to carefully straighten his collar.

His slender fingers meticulously smoothed out every wrinkle on the shoulders of his shirt.

He even fastened the top button, which had originally been undone, tightly.

That composed, meticulous appearance.

It was as if the corporate PR representative on the other end, who had sent the business invitation, possessed some kind of black technology that could penetrate the screen, travel along invisible network cables, and see his appearance directly through the phone's front-facing camera.

He had to demonstrate the professional competence and business demeanor of a top toy factory helmsman.

After doing all this.

He cast his gaze back to his phone.

His eyes stared unblinkingly at the chat box on the screen.

The rise and fall of his chest gradually became steady.

He deliberately slowed his breathing, fearing that his heavy panting might disturb the upcoming maiden business collaboration.

A moment later.

At the very top of the screen, below the corporate name.

In that area that had originally been blank, a line of flickering grey text appeared.

"The other party is typing..."

Looking at these characters.

Li Jiajun's heart was pounding.

...

During the dozen or so seconds of waiting for the other party to send a long business cooperation draft.

His brain began to race.

Countless wild and imaginative thoughts collided frantically between his neurons.

He was frantically guessing the other party's background in his mind.

'Any company that comes knocking at a time like this is definitely not ordinary.'

'I am carrying a curse where whatever I build gets taken away by the authorities.'

'In the words of Netizens, this factory is practically the most dangerous forbidden zone.'

'Anyone daring to approach me, a Militia General, for business at such a critical juncture must not be some small brand,' he thought.

Because those small companies with weak risk tolerance, upon seeing the grand spectacle of dark green military trucks blocking my door whenever I start a broadcast, would have long since been scared away.

No one wants to get their own company dragged into a vortex of investigations just because they hired someone to do an ad.

Only those large groups with massive budgets, huge legal teams, and international influence.

Have the confidence to ignore those outrageous online rumors and value my solid, million-strong online traffic.

'What kind of big brand could it be?'

He leaned back against his leather chair, his eyes narrowing slightly.

'Is it one of those top domestic off-road vehicle manufacturers? Or a multinational giant that builds heavy construction machinery?'

'Wanting me to do an ad for them??'

If it really is one of these heavy industrial brands.

Then I'll stand in front of the camera, pat the metal tracks behind me, and casually say a few words about durability.

Wouldn't the ad fee be charged by the second?

'Or, since I started out making toys.'

'Could it be some well-known children's toy brand that simply wants me to endorse their toy products?'

Thinking of this, Li Jiajun's lips curled up involuntarily.

If those large toy companies that make high-end educational blocks or remote-controlled aircraft came to find me.

That would be a good match.

After all, my reputation in the field of toy design is thunderous.

Taking a few sets of exquisite posters wearing high-end tailored suits and holding a remote control, and plastering them on the windows of major shopping malls across the country.

That would definitely trigger a shopping frenzy.

...

However, once his thoughts started wandering, they were like a wild horse off the leash that couldn't be reined back in.

Li Jiajun's expression became strange.

'Or could it be some sanitary pad brand that wants me to endorse them?'

He had seen male stars endorse sanitary pads before.

That is a very common marketing tactic in the entertainment industry.

Thinking about it, he started to feel conflicted again.

It's not that endorsing sanitary pads is particularly embarrassing or unspeakable.

In the business world, as long as the money is right, what's the big deal about filming an ad holding toilet paper?

After all, so many top-tier heartthrob male stars have endorsed them, and I haven't seen anyone lose a piece of meat from it.

Besides.

It is said that male stars who can endorse sanitary pads all have a large female fan base and are representatives of the thoughtful, warm men regarded as such by the vast majority of female consumers.

What the brands value is this sense of care that transcends gender.

'Think about it carefully.'

'Although I am a hardcore factory director, I am at least thick-browed, big-eyed, and quite handsome.'

'Every time I broadcast, there are tens of thousands of people online, and there must be many female fans among them with unique tastes who silently appreciate my talent.'

'If I really took on this endorsement, and used that magnetic voice of mine in the live broadcast room to send a few warm greetings to my female fans.'

'I should be quite suitable, right?' he thought.

Thinking of the sensational effect that could trigger heated discussions across the entire internet and dominate the hot search lists for days.

Li Jiajun felt that this direction of cooperation was full of endless commercial potential.

...

However.

Among all his speculations, the most troublesome problem for him also emerged.

The smile on his face faded slightly.

What he was struggling with was, if they wanted him to endorse their toy products.

Then the situation would be a bit complicated.

After all, he also makes toys, and he has such a large factory relying on him to get to work and put food on the table.

On his factory's production line, there are currently projects for the Ultraman transformation wand and that bird-repelling painting machine that uses visual deception.

Asking him to endorse someone else's toys—isn't that competing with his own toys?

As the saying goes, competitors are enemies.

If he used his million-level popularity to promote someone else's remote-controlled cars or building blocks all over the internet.

Wouldn't the children's pocket money all be earned by someone else then?

This kind of self-destructive business behavior is something no visionary entrepreneur could tolerate.

'However.'

'What if the other party is someone who isn't short of money?'

'What if they offer an eight-figure, massive endorsement contract right off the bat?'

'In the face of an absolute monetary offensive, shouldn't I show a little of a great entrepreneur's tolerance?'

He sat in his chair, picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and suppressed the waves in his heart.

For this business deal that he hadn't even met yet, he had thoroughly pondered every possibility.

...

Just as he was lost in thought, deeply pondering the future development direction of his career.

A message popped up in the chat box.

The other party finally ended that long typing status.

And sent a message.

Hearing this sound.

Li Jiajun perked up.

He immediately put down the cup in his hand.

His upper body lurched forward, his chest pressed tightly against the edge of the desk.

He leaned closer to the screen.

[Little Bird Wallpaper]: Hello, Teacher Li. May I ask if you accept business collaborations? The price is negotiable.

...

That's right, this enterprise WeChat account contacting him was a staff member from Little Bird Wallpaper.

The moment he saw these words clearly.

Li Jiajun was stunned for a moment.

Little Bird Wallpaper?