Chapter 462, leave it to me!

After realizing just how brilliant Factory Director Li's clever plan was, there was no hesitation. Hassan agreed immediately.

Placing his hands on the keyboard, he solemnly typed out the characters: "Alright, Factory Director Li, leave it to me."

After sending the message, he let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

...

The scene cuts back to the office of Li Family Toy Factory in Baishui City.

It was mid-afternoon.

Bright sunlight streamed through the clear glass windows, spilling across the solid wood desk.

Li Jiajun was stunned when he saw the reply pop up on the screen.

His body, which had been leaning against the back of his chair, leaned forward slightly, and his clear eyes blinked in astonishment.

His gaze was fixed intently on that crisp and decisive promise.

'He just agreed like that?'

He muttered to himself inwardly.

You have to understand, the person on the other end, "I Really Am Not A White Cloth on the Head," is a big-spending client who could casually wire a ten-million deposit.

And the request he had just made, while disguised under the pretext of gifting toy balloons, was essentially asking someone to do offline promotion work.

Handing out balloons printed with the rogue software's QR code on the streets of a foreign land—the task sounded inherently unreliable.

The moment the message was sent, Li Jiajun had actually prepared a whole set of talking points in his head.

He thought he would have to rack his brains and come up with a high-sounding excuse to convince the other party.

For instance, nonsense like how these balloons could enhance the farm atmosphere, or bring a touch of internet joy to the otherwise dull local agricultural production.

And the result?

He didn't even use half a word of the draft he had prepared.

Who would have thought this overseas client would be so easy to talk to!

The other party didn't hesitate for even half a second and readily accepted the task.

This straightforward attitude couldn't help but make Li Jiajun murmur to himself.

'Does this guy not understand what offline promotion is?'

'Or are farm owners abroad just this hospitable and helpful?'

'He didn't even ask a single question before taking on such manual labor that's essentially handing out flyers.' This thought crossed his mind.

...

However.

This feeling of doubt only lasted for a few short seconds before it was cast to the back of his mind.

Looking at the client's prompt promise on the screen, the weight on Li Jiajun's heart finally lifted.

As long as the other party agreed to help distribute the balloons, the offline promotion task for Little Bird Wallpaper was secured.

That generous commission for new user acquisition seemed to be already beckoning to him.

A brilliant smile immediately bloomed on his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

Without any hesitation, his fingers danced rapidly across the screen.

"Thank you, thank you."

Li Jiajun immediately expressed his gratitude.

After sending the message, he rubbed his chin and pondered.

As a factory director determined to make his enterprise bigger and stronger, he felt he couldn't let the client work for free.

Especially when dealing with such a generous "god-tier" client, he had to handle social niceties properly.

To show his sincerity, he made a grand gesture and edited a passage in the input box.

He promised to gift the other party an additional ten fully automatic bird-repelling painting machines.

The cost of this thing was very low anyway, but in the client's eyes, it was a massive reward worth three million!

'I really am such a kind-hearted and conscientious businessman.'

He nodded with satisfaction as he saw the "sent successfully" notification.

...

After finishing contact with the other party, Li Jiajun put down his phone with satisfaction, picked up the teacup beside him, and took a comfortable gulp of warm water.

Subsequently.

He picked up the landline receiver on the desk, dialed the internal extension, and called Wang Dachui over again.

Not long after.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps in the corridor, Wang Dachui pushed the door open, his face looking like a bloated fish.

His massive two-hundred-pound frame caused the office floor to let out a slight protest.

"Factory Director, you called for me?" Wang Dachui asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Li Jiajun didn't waste any time and gave his instructions directly: have him go to the market to buy a batch of balloons, then find a printing factory.

Have them print a QR code on the surface of these balloons that, once scanned, would redirect to a webpage to download Little Bird Wallpaper. He explained these requirements in careful detail.

...

Hearing this request, Wang Dachui was completely dumbfounded.

His already small eyes widened instantly, and he stood there blankly.

He scratched his forehead, truly unable to figure out what this was for.

As the person who had previously secretly contacted the Little Bird Wallpaper business department behind the Factory Director's back, he knew it was a promotion for Little Bird Wallpaper, but he didn't know what Li Jiajun was trying to do.

'Printing QR codes on balloons?'

'Is he planning to have the workers from our factory go to the squares in Baishui City to hand out balloons during their off-hours?'

'Is it really worth organizing such a big offline event just to earn a few bucks in download commissions? The labor costs wouldn't even be covered.' This thought crossed his mind.

He was speechless to the extreme, his mind full of question marks.

But out of habitual obedience to the Factory Director's whimsical ideas, Wang Dachui, though confused, didn't raise any objections.

He just silently noted the strange work arrangement in his mind.

Just as Wang Dachui honestly acknowledged the order and turned to leave to get it done...

"Wait a moment." Li Jiajun, leaning back in his chair, thought for a moment and suddenly spoke up.

He quickly weighed the production resources and material reserves on hand in his mind, then called him back and said:

"Big Hammer, let's prioritize producing the fully automatic bird-repelling painting machines for that overseas client first. Once we finish producing what this guy wants, we'll produce the Ultraman Transformation Wand."

Upon hearing this scheduling arrangement, Wang Dachui stopped in his tracks and nodded seriously to indicate he had noted it.

...

In Li Jiajun's businessman mindset, the priorities of matters were very clear.

First of all, this order from the other party was a solid thirty-million order!

He had to take it seriously.

Furthermore, the guy was so decent, helping him with the offline promotion without even stuttering.

Such a "living Bodhisattva" who spends money readily and is willing to help with work naturally deserves the top-tier expedited treatment.

Diverting all workshop resources to the painting machines was a matter of course.

After explaining all the production details and watching Wang Dachui's massive back disappear outside the door, Li Jiajun stretched comfortably and prepared to...