Chapter 489 Relying on Your Seventh Uncle's Third Niece

Because he had just woken up, his consciousness had not fully returned.

Seeing such an abrupt and confusing message, Li Jiajun was stunned.

A trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

He did not understand why the staff member from Little Chicken Wallpaper was sending him such a message early in the morning.

He was truly at a loss.

He swiped up on the screen with his finger and reviewed the previous chat history.

There was no problem.

He had put a lot of effort into planning this offline promotion scheme.

Not only did he spend money to find a printing factory to make the QR codes crystal clear, but he also thoughtfully sent those balloons as gifts to his foreign clients.

This transnational promotion model of playing the long game to reel in foreigners could be said to be full of business wisdom.

But now.

Where did that accusatory tone between the lines come from?

Li Jiajun sat on the edge of the bed, feeling completely bewildered.

He held the phone with both hands.

Then, he slowly typed a question mark.

He clicked send.

Immediately after, at the very top of the chat interface, the prompt "Other party is typing..." popped up.

That prompt flickered for nearly a full minute.

Clearly, the person on the other end of the network was furiously typing on their keyboard.

...

Meanwhile, on the side of the staff member who had contacted him earlier.

Seeing that Li Jiajun was still playing dumb here, he lost his composure on the spot.

The other party typed a reply excitedly: "Factory Director Li, you are really good at playing dumb. I didn't expect you to be this kind of Factory Director Li. But I only have myself to blame; I knew your nickname was Militia General, yet I still approached you for business. I really deserve to die."

Although this staff member was saying he deserved to die, anyone with half a brain could hear the sarcasm overflowing from the screen between the lines.

However, the next second.

Ding-dong!

A message came from Li Jiajun.

Militia General: "Calm down, little comrade. Better a poor life than a good death."

...

Inside an office of the 370 Group in a certain office building.

That staff member stared at his phone screen.

Seeing these words.

He was almost angered to death.

He didn't even know if this Factory Director Li was playing dumb or was truly stupid.

And just when he was so speechless.

His phone vibrated.

Li Jiajun sent another sentence: "Tell me, what exactly is going on?"

Seeing this reply, he suddenly gasped.

He knew that this guy, Factory Director Li, was definitely scheming.

After all, since the other party could ask like this, he must have realized something.

Subsequently, this staff member told Li Jiajun the news he had seen on the news reports.

Actually, all he knew was that his own 370 Group had been put on the list of military industrial enterprises released by the Country A authorities.

Not only was it on the list, but it was also placed right at the very top.

As a person who dealt with the internet all year round.

He immediately thought that Li Jiajun's offline promotion must have caused a huge mess, which was why he had rushed to find Li Jiajun.

As for what kind of attack Country A had actually encountered, he didn't know the specific details yet.

After sending the message,

Li Jiajun replied to him: "I'll go check it out."

...

After sending this sentence.

Li Jiajun opened the browser on his phone directly.

His fingers quickly typed keywords like "370 Group", "military list", and "Country A" into the search bar.

He clicked confirm.

Then, the page refreshed.

He found the relevant news.

The entire news homepage was almost completely flooded with the same topic.

He truly and clearly saw the news that 370 had been added to the military industrial enterprise list.

At the very top was a screenshot of the aggressive statement released by the official account of The Pentagon.

It was in black and white, and even had the seal of the Country A security department stamped on it.

Then, following this news, he found other news reports.

As he read deeper, Li Jiajun's eyes grew wider and wider.

Then, he was completely dumbfounded.

In one article, it detailed the changes in the situation on the Middle East battlefield over the past few days.

It was that Hassan, in his confrontation with the Joint Task Force of Country A, had actually used an unheard-of balloon tactic.

When the advanced drone of Country A was flying close to the ground, it scanned those balloons floating in the air.

Then.

The QR code printed on the balloon was the QR code for Little Chicken Wallpaper!

Reading further, the textual descriptions made Li Jiajun's scalp tingle.

The article wrote that because the drone scanned the QR code, it directly caused the network of the entire Joint Task Force frontline base to crash, with the screens filled with low-quality online games and various unsightly ads.

Even.

This matter even alarmed The Pentagon.

Even more absurdly, that stubborn leader didn't believe in evil.

He insisted on installing and testing it personally in The Black House.

As a result, the entire internal network of The Black House was wiped out, and all the screens turned into wallpapers of a guy with a center-parting haircut playing basketball!

"WTF..."

Li Jiajun sat on the edge of the bed, muttering to himself.

He felt a wave of dizziness.

He swiped his finger down and clicked into the comment section of this article.

The Netizens of Eastern Country were already overjoyed.

"The big leader is personally promoting the product, who else has this kind of prestige?"

"I told you Little Chicken Wallpaper is the pride of domestic products; even The Black House can't withstand the power of this all-in-one suite!"

"This is simply the ultimate anti-aircraft weapon of the cyber era, defeating a superpower with rogue software!"

Li Jiajun continued to browse other foreign media reports.

Soon.

In a photo report sent back by a foreign war correspondent.

He saw a high-definition live photo that had been forwarded by countless people.

It was the sky over the Gobi Desert in the Middle East.

The wind was howling.

Hundreds of colorful rubber balloons were rising against the gray skyline.

Then, Li Jiajun pressed two fingers on the screen.

He zoomed in on the balloons in the news image.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the phone screen.

His breathing suddenly stopped.

Even if the photo was blurry.

He could absolutely recognize it!

This was the batch of balloons he had sent to his overseas brother, that WeChat friend of his, I am definitely not He who wears a white cloth on his head!

That was the offline promotion plan he had come up with to earn the follow-up promotion fees for Little Bird Wallpaper.

Then he packed them as gifts and shipped them overseas along with those automatic painting Bird-repelling machines.

At that time, that overseas brother had readily agreed to help release them.

The clues in Li Jiajun's mind collided like lightning.

That farmer who bought the painting machine to paint fake crops to drive away "pest birds".

That tycoon who didn't even bargain and directly wired a ten-million deposit.

That good brother who promised with certainty that he would handle the offline promotion.

It was written clearly in the news.

In this hotspot area of the Middle East, the person who directed the armed personnel to release the balloons and played the Country A Air Force like a monkey was Hassan, the one whom the Joint Task Force hated to the bone!

"Hassan, screw your seventh uncle's third niece."

At this moment, how could he not know who this WeChat friend, I am definitely not He who wears a white cloth on his head, was.

It was this bastard Hassan.