Chapter 495 Blind Spot!

Retracting his wandering thoughts, Li Jiajun cast his gaze out the window.

After receiving the order, Wang Dachui quickly left the office and jogged all the way to the production workshop.

Upon getting the schedule, he hurriedly gathered all the team leaders.

The assembly line at Li Family Toy Factory began to operate at full capacity, and the continuous roar of machines filled the workshop.

The workers, dressed in uniform work clothes, split into two shifts to work day and night.

The conveyor belt rolled rapidly, and robotic arms precisely assembled the parts into finished products.

The finished automatic painting Bird-repelling machines were packed into anti-collision cardboard boxes, piling up like mountains in the warehouse.

The factory gates were open every day, and long lines of heavy trucks arrived to pick up the goods.

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Time flew by like a white horse passing a crack in the wall; a few days passed in a flash.

The domestic market for Bird-repelling machines ushered in an astonishing boom period.

The enthusiastic purchasing power of the folks directly emptied the Pinduoduo online store's inventory several times over.

It was a beautiful, breezy afternoon, with a gentle wind rustling the leaves of the plane trees in the factory area.

Li Jiajun sat in his office, tidying up the clutter on his desk until it was spotless.

He felt it was time to start a livestream to properly clear his name of those grievances.

Taking out a dedicated phone stand, he placed it steadily next to his computer.

He set up his phone, adjusted the camera angle, and then pressed the start broadcast button on the screen.

As soon as the livestream channel was established, network data poured in like a dam bursting.

The number of online viewers in the top right corner soared crazily, the constantly jumping numbers dazzling to the eye.

The number of Netizens flooding into the livestream room instantly broke one hundred thousand, and the barrage of comments densely covered the entire screen.

Looking at this terrifying level of traffic and popularity, Li Jiajun beamed at the camera.

He reached out to adjust his collar and cleared his throat into the microphone.

"Good afternoon, brothers. Today, I'm going to show you guys something good."

Li Jiajun leaned back in his chair, his face beaming with an incredibly confident smile.

He picked up a thick shipping manifest from the desk and waved it in front of the camera.

"Let me tell you, the sales data for our factory's automatic Bird-repelling machines over the past few days has been absolutely explosive."

"Those folks who grow fruit have given this product rave reviews."

To increase his persuasiveness, he opened the backend review page on another phone to show the camera.

"This fruit farmer from Lu Province left a message saying that the raptor patterns painted by the machine are too realistic."

"The sparrows in the orchard don't even dare to get close now, and this year's cherry harvest has increased by at least thirty percent."

"And this farm owner from the Northwest used it to draw a few fake scarecrows in the fields."

"Those crows that steal grain hovered in the sky for a long time but just didn't dare to land."

After reading these buyer reviews, Li Jiajun crossed his hands on the desk. Of course, some were comments he left himself using a secondary account; after all, he had only just sold them, so how could anyone's harvest have increased so much so quickly?

He tried to use this logically sound explanation to wash his hands of the blame completely.

"These solid feedbacks are enough to prove that my product is reliable in itself."

"Its original design intent and actual effect are all meant to serve our domestic farmers."

He spread his hands, making an expression of utter helplessness.

"As for why it appeared on the Middle East battlefield and caused such a huge commotion,"

"That is entirely because of that unreliable Hassan; it was he who took the product and used it for other purposes."

"He took a bird-repelling tool and used it to paint fake fighter jets to deceive Country A's bomber formation."

"This is purely the buyer's personal behavior; what does it have to do with an honest and law-abiding manufacturer like me?"

Li Jiajun spoke eloquently, his logic so clear that no one could find a single fault.

Clearing his name of "grievances" was the ultimate goal of his livestream today.

It was to prove to the entire internet that he was truly just an ordinary businessman.

He was not some big-shot arms dealer as rumored by the outside world, nor was he some terrifying Militia General.

When he reached the emotional part, he leaned forward, closing the distance to the camera.

He looked earnestly at the camera and made a solemn appeal with a serious expression.

"So, everyone, please don't call me Militia General from now on."

"I, Li Jiajun, am just an innocent toy factory director who only wants to earn a little money honestly."

"Those earth-shattering events really have nothing to do with me at all."

Looking at his sincere appearance and the impeccable buyer review evidence,

The Netizens in the livestream room were almost convinced by him.

However, just at this moment.

A barrage comment from a Netizen directly ended the game.

This was a very long barrage comment with a highlighted color background.

Among the many scrolling short sentences, it stood out like a fish swimming against the current.

The barrage comment sent by the Netizen named "Peanut" was:

"Militia General, everything you said is correct, but have you ever thought that some of the automatic Bird-repelling machines you are currently selling domestically are flowing into the Middle East? After all, they are still using the tactic of using fake fighter jets to deceive Country A over there, and furthermore, the phenomenon of human-to-human transmission has already started among all the armed groups over there. Logically speaking, the batch of automatic Bird-repelling machines you originally gave Hassan is simply not enough."

This long barrage comment slid across the screen, seemingly carrying an invisible penetrating power.

It slammed hard onto the livestream's public screen, causing the noisy chat area to fall silent for a second.

Then.

Everyone's reaction was surprisingly consistent; they all shouted "Holy crap" at the screen.

Immediately after, the entire screen of barrage comments instantly turned into uniform exclamations, like a volcanic eruption.

Densely packed text surged crazily, directly drowning out the entire livestream interface.

"Holy crap, Peanut, you've discovered a blind spot!"

"Now that you mention it, it really is!"

"That's right, it's selling like crazy domestically; wouldn't those international middlemen buy it?"

"This thing is a hot commodity in the Middle East right now; the profits must be skyrocketing!"

"No wonder the tactic of painting fake fighter jets in the Middle East has been used more and more these past few days; it turns out there was a continuous supply of goods!"

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!"

"Director Li, what kind of civilian sales is this? You are clearly initiating unlimited global arms dumping!"

Various shocked and teasing barrage comments flooded the screen at once.

As for Li Jiajun, the face that had been wearing a bright smile completely froze.

Looking at the text on the screen, he was also rendered speechless.

The hand holding his water cup stopped in mid-air, and he even forgot to put it down.

The corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally, and he felt his cheeks aching.

He went over Peanut's reasoning in his mind repeatedly and found it to be impeccable.

No purchase limits domestically, middlemen place orders, and then transship to the Middle East via international logistics.

Armed groups in the Middle East get the machines and continue painting fake fighter jets to fool Country A.

This trade chain is simply seamless, and one could even say it follows logically!

He was just bragging about the booming domestic orders, and it turns out that a large part of this is tactical equipment being sent to the Middle East battlefield!

Now, never mind clearing his name; he couldn't wash this off even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

The words he originally wanted to use to continue explaining were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit out a single word.

Watching the increasingly outrageous discussions on the barrage, some even started calculating how many bombs this batch of goods could consume from Country A.

Li Jiajun felt speechless to the extreme and only felt a tingling sensation in his scalp.

His long-standing principle was that when he encountered negative comments, he would pretend not to see them.

This was also his signature move and his only magic weapon for dealing with such awkward situations.

He immediately withdrew his gaze from the screen and turned his head to the other side.

He coughed twice to hide his inner panic and awkwardness.

Looking elsewhere, he picked up the phone stand placed on the desk with both hands.

"Anyway, next, let's take a look at my Ultraman Transformation Wand production line."

Without any buildup, he abruptly switched to this topic.