Chapter 463 Must We Take the Right Path? The Protests of Silly Netizens

After assigning the production tasks, Li Jiajun left his desk and pushed open the door to the inner lounge.

He kicked off his shoes, lay down on the folding bed, and enjoyed a comfortable afternoon nap.

A breeze drifted in through the gap in the window, carrying away some of the summer heat.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the sound of steady breathing.

By the time he opened his eyes again, the summer sun was sinking low.

The horizon had been stained a soft orange.

Before he knew it, evening had arrived.

Li Jiajun yawned and sat up from the folding bed.

He put on his shoes and walked over to the sink.

Turning on the faucet, he cupped a handful of cool water and splashed it onto his face.

The icy sensation instantly banished any lingering sleepiness.

He wiped the water droplets from his face with a towel, feeling completely refreshed.

With light steps, he returned to his desk, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

He picked up his phone from the side and skillfully mounted it onto the metal stand.

He adjusted the angle of the front-facing camera to ensure his upper body was perfectly centered in the frame.

Everything was ready.

Without a moment's hesitation, he tapped the screen.

Then, he started the live stream.

Almost the moment the feed went live, countless fans surged into the familiar live stream like a tidal wave.

The number of viewers in the top right corner jumped rapidly, and the entire screen was flooded with dense notifications of new viewers entering.

This terrifying ability to draw traffic would make any big Streamer on the internet green with envy.

Watching those familiar IDs flickering on the screen, Li Jiajun cleared his throat at the camera.

"Brothers, good afternoon."

After a simple opening, he didn't beat around the bush.

With an unconcealable smile on his face, he proudly shared the good news with the Netizens in his live stream.

He announced that following the Ultraman Transformation Wand specially customized for children, he had created a new toy: the automatic painting bird-repelling machine.

Speaking of this new invention, Li Jiajun straightened his back a little.

To demonstrate its "serious" nature and prove to the audience that he was truly a conscientious entrepreneur benefiting society, he began to explain the working principle of his automatic painting bird-repelling machine in detail.

"Think about it, everyone, how hard it is to grow crops," he said into the microphone, describing it with great feeling.

"You work so hard to wait for the crops to grow, only for them to be stolen and eaten by the birds in the sky."

"If you use ordinary noise speakers to chase them away, those birds just get used to it and aren't afraid anymore."

"So, I made this little cart with a high-pressure nozzle."

At this point, he gestured as if drawing on the ground.

"As long as you fill it with paint, it can drive around on its own."

"It can paint lifelike patterns of eagles and foxes!"

"The realistic 3D visual effect will definitely scare those timid pest birds so much that they won't dare to step foot near the farmland ever again!"

After explaining this theory that perfectly solved agricultural pain points, Li Jiajun picked up his teacup and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

Seemingly remembering something, he added that he hadn't just been selling toys—he had also expanded into a new business field.

"Oh right, I have to report one more thing to you brothers."

He set down his teacup, his expression very relaxed.

"I also took on a commercial promotion job today—it's a partnership with Little Bird Wallpaper."

In the office, Li Jiajun spoke enthusiastically, feeling quite pleased with himself.

However, after hearing this detailed introduction, the Netizens behind the screens were full of question marks—especially the old fans who had followed Li Jiajun through all sorts of storms.

They had originally rushed in excitedly the moment they received the notification that he was live, some even having prepared melon seeds and cola.

When the Netizens heard that Li Jiajun had made a bird-repelling machine, they were already speechless.

Their hearts were filled with utter speechlessness.

You see, the reason everyone was so keen on watching his live stream was to see when the next toy from this man, whom they jokingly called the "Militia General," would get requisitioned.

Everyone was waiting to see that famous scene where officials in uniform would arrive in dark green trucks to seal off the factory.

But what about now?

The two new products revealed in succession were simply disappointing.

Take that Ultraman Transformation Wand, for instance, which hadn't even been fully showcased yet.

Although they didn't know exactly what Li Jiajun was planning to do with it, or if he'd stuffed some micro-motors or flashy LEDs inside, this kind of plastic toy catering to the tokusatsu dreams of brats was, in the eyes of this crowd who loved to stir up trouble, definitely not up to the standard for requisition.

At best, it was just an expensive, high-end glow stick.

And the automatic painting bird-repelling machine, whose working principle he had just been bragging about for ages, was even more ridiculous.

Agricultural supplies for repelling birds?

Drawing eagles and foxes on the ground to scare sparrows?

This kind of purely civilian cart was even less likely to be requisitioned.

'Is this it? Is this really it?'

'I already took my pants off, and you're showing me a floor-cleaning robot that draws pictures in the fields?'

'Has this Main Streamer run out of ideas?'

Countless Netizens in front of their screens had similar thoughts popping into their heads.

The huge sense of disappointment from unmet expectations was like a surging undercurrent, instantly shattering the veneer of harmony in the live stream.

The entire live stream exploded.

The small gift effects that had been trickling in since the start of the broadcast disappeared without a trace.

The Netizens stopped sending gifts and began frantically typing on their keyboards.

They flooded the chat with bullet comments to protest.

The entire screen was immediately submerged in a sea of dense text.

A bolded bullet comment with an angry emoji floated by first: "Main Streamer, do you really have to walk the straight and narrow?"

This sentence was like a fuse.

It was immediately followed by countless nearly identical denunciations:

"Wouldn't it be better to get another requisition job?"

"I want to see trucks blocking the door! I don't want to see a bird-repelling device!"

"You made a glow stick and a sweeping cart—are you worthy of our General's title?"

"Refund! The entertainment value of today's show is total trash!"

Looking at the screen full of complaints and the sense of deep disappointment, Li Jiajun, sitting in his boss chair, felt the corner of his mouth twitch.

The thought processes of these guys were seriously messed up.

He was just making a well-behaved toy and preparing to honestly earn some clean money.

How, in the eyes of these people, had it become an unforgivable sin?

Before he could say anything more, however, the tone of the bullet comments shifted.