Chapter 465 When will the Ultraman transformation wand be available?

Baishui City.

Inside the office of the Li Family Toy Factory.

After chatting a bit longer with those silly Netizens in the live stream who just wanted to stir up trouble.

Looking at the text on the public screen where they were still mourning for the foreign Netizens with itchy hands, or clamoring to see the famous scene.

Li Jiajun stretched and yawned.

He felt he had wasted enough breath today; everything that needed to be said had been said, and now it was time to get down to business.

"Alright guys, that's it for the stream today. I need to go to the workshop and keep an eye on the work."

He waved at the phone screen, ignoring the barrage comments asking him to stay.

His finger decisively tapped the top right corner of the screen.

The live stream cut off instantly.

He took the hot phone off the metal stand and slipped it into his pocket.

He then began to busy himself with factory matters.

He pushed open the solid wood office door, walked down the stairs, and headed straight for the large production workshop in the back.

As soon as he approached the factory building, the familiar roar of machinery rushed toward him.

This sound might be noisy to others, but to Li Jiajun, it was simply the most beautiful symphony in the world.

Time flew by.

In the following period, the assembly lines at the Li Family Toy Factory were running at full capacity.

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The conveyor belt rolled forward at a steady speed, and brand-new equipment parts were delivered to each workstation.

The workshop was brightly lit.

The workers, dressed in uniform blue overalls and wearing dust masks, were busy in an orderly fashion.

Soon, those automatic bird-repelling painting machines were produced.

I have to say.

The manufacturing process for this large-sized robot vacuum, used purely for spraying paint on the ground and drawing eagle and fox patterns, was simply too simple.

For the Li Family Toy Factory, which could produce so many high-tech toys, this was overkill.

This was truly using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

There was no technical threshold, and the assembly speed was astonishingly fast.

In the workshop.

At the end of the packaging assembly line.

The workers were skillfully boxing and packing.

They carefully placed the machine cars, with their shells painted in bright, eco-friendly paint, into thick, custom-made corrugated cardboard boxes.

Then, they filled the surrounding space with custom foam boards for shock absorption.

Finally, they sealed the boxes with wide, transparent tape with a "swish, swish" sound and attached the factory inspection certificate.

The whole process was smooth and fluid.

After all, only 110 units needed to be produced.

This included the 100 units ordered by that generous big client far overseas, as well as the 10 units generously gifted to express gratitude and facilitate the offline promotion cooperation for the Little Chicken wallpaper.

For such a small-batch order, there was no need to work overtime.

Wang Dachui, holding the statistical report, shuttled through the piles of cardboard boxes, sweating profusely, carefully verifying the outbound serial number of each machine.

Ensuring there were no omissions.

Li Jiajun stood at the entrance of the warehouse, his hands behind his back.

Looking at the neatly stacked goods in the warehouse.

Those white packaging boxes were stacked into a small mountain, and the cartoon logo printed on them was particularly eye-catching under the lights.

A warm current flowed through his whole body.

Li Jiajun felt incredibly at ease.

This was the business model he had dreamed of!

Honestly accepting orders, dutifully producing, and everything produced was a genuine toy that could serve the people, whether for adults or children, for abroad or for domestic use.

After a moment of high-profile thoughts in his heart.

'This money is earned so comfortably.'

The corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, humming an out-of-tune little song, he turned back to prepare for the shipping arrangements.

...

The next day.

The sky was azure blue, the bright sun hung overhead, and the air held a hint of summer heat.

Around noon.

A few low roars of diesel engines broke the tranquility of the factory area.

Li Jiajun had found a reputable heavy truck fleet.

These were veterans in long-haul logistics he had specifically contacted through connections; their vehicles were in good condition, the drivers were experienced, and they specialized in transporting such large items.

Two heavy semi-trailer trucks with red cabs slowly backed into the loading and unloading area in front of the warehouse.

"Come, come, back up this way, slow down!"

Wang Dachui waved his thick arms, directing the trucks to park steadily.

As the side doors of the cargo compartments were opened, several small yellow forklifts immediately got busy.

The rubber tires rubbed against the concrete floor, making a slight sound.

The forklift operators skillfully scooped up the goods fixed on wooden pallets and steadily sent them into the spacious cargo compartments.

The workers, holding thick strapping bands, shuttled back and forth in the cargo compartments.

Moving these tightly wrapped machines onto the trucks.

In order to prevent the shells from being bumped due to long-distance jolting.

They also stuffed inflatable cushion bags into the gaps between the cardboard boxes, and every layer was tied tightly.

Li Jiajun wore a sun hat, standing on the side to handle the logistics paperwork with the fleet owner.

Holding a thick stack of shipping documents, he carefully checked the destination and consignee information on them.

This batch of goods was to be shipped to the location specified by the other party.

Which was a large logistics transshipment port along the coast.

According to the agreement.

Then the other party would receive the goods at the designated location.

As for what happened afterward.

That was no longer his concern.

...

After signing the last document, the fleet owner enthusiastically offered a cigarette, which Li Jiajun waved off and politely declined.

"Factory Director Li, rest assured, this batch of goods will definitely be delivered to the destination safely."

The fleet owner patted his chest to guarantee.

Then he climbed into the cab of the lead truck.

Accompanied by a "hissing" sound of air brakes releasing, the heavy trucks slowly started.

As the fleet slowly drove out of the factory gate.

The tires kicked up a faint cloud of dust, gradually disappearing at the end of the road.

Li Jiajun stood at the gate.

Watching the two trucks loaded with the fruits of his labor and dreams of wealth depart.

He stretched and was about to return to the air-conditioned room to escape the heat.

Suddenly.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

He took it out to look.

A text message from the official bank of his corporate account lit up the screen.

The moment he saw the content clearly, his breathing stalled for half a beat.

And just after the trucks had departed.

The other party had already transferred the remaining 20 million.

That guy from the Middle East, "I'm Really Not A White Cloth on the Head," had an efficiency that was simply scalp-tingling.

The goods had just left, not even reaching the port yet.

The final payment had already been clearly arranged.

Looking at the real transfer information on the bank text message.

Units, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands, hundred-thousands, millions, ten-millions...

Looking at that number two followed by exactly seven zeros.

Li Jiajun was simply ecstatic.

Adding the 10 million deposit transferred without hesitation earlier.

This was a super big order with a total of 30 million!

The most critical thing was.

This was pure profit without any risk!

How much did these 110 large robot vacuums that could draw on the ground cost at most?

Subtracting the shipping costs for the fleet and a little labor expense.

The remaining millions all fell straight into his own pocket.

This is what it truly means to do business!

Li Jiajun felt like he was about to float away.

...

Just when his head was full of beautiful visions and the smile on his face was even brighter than the noon sun.

But he didn't stay happy for long.

Unexpected interruptions always came so suddenly.

He hadn't even had time to turn back to the office to celebrate.

The phone screen in his hand lit up again, accompanied by the unique notification sound of WeChat.

A chat box popped up on his WeChat.

The moment he saw the sender's avatar clearly.

The smile on his face instantly froze.

It was a message from the brat Long Aoao.

That peerless little demon king who combed his hair back, wore a small suit, once drove an invisible children's car to meet a female college student in person, and ran the city's traffic police ragged.

He clicked on the chat box.

The text revealed a sense of anxiety:

"Uncle Factory Director Li, when will you have my Ultraman Transformation Wand ready?"

This sentence lay lonely on the screen.

But above it.

There was a long string of dense, unread messages.

All were urgings like "Are you there?", "Is it done yet?", "I need it urgently!" and so on.

Looking at this message.

Li Jiajun's mouth twitched.

He felt his good mood instantly shattered by this line of text, and his heart was speechless to the extreme.

He had added the other party on WeChat last night.

After adding him, he felt a bit of regret.

This wasn't adding a client; this was clearly finding himself a living ancestor!

This brat, every few hours.

Even if it was midnight at eleven or twelve o'clock.

Or even when he felt like it, every few minutes.

He would send messages to harass him.

The WeChat notification sound rang non-stop, with various meme images and voice message barrages bombing him.

Bombarding him repeatedly, asking when he would have the Ultraman Transformation Wand ready for him.

Not only that.

What Li Jiajun couldn't stand the most wasn't even the frequency of this life-threatening urging.

But, he was only in his twenties!

A prime, promising young man who hadn't even had a proper girlfriend yet.

This kid actually called him uncle!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to crawl through the internet cable and beat this brat up.

While walking back to the office building, he thought in his mind.

It seems.

In order to get rid of this little demon king's torment sooner, he must hurry up and get that transformation wand, which stitched together previous technologies, finished.