Chapter 58 Streamer, I want a car that can turn invisible!

In the stream's frame, a young boy with the ID "Long Aoao" appeared. He wore a well-tailored, seemingly custom-made miniature suit, and his hair was meticulously styled with gel, jet-black and shiny without a single stray strand. He sat upright at a massive mahogany desk, behind which stood a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf packed with various hardcover books, making him look like a miniature business elite.

Li Jiajun scrutinized this "little adult" on the screen, and the heavy stone that had been hanging in his heart finally landed with a solid thud.

'This is it! This time is definitely safe!' The thought crossed his mind, and the perfunctory smile on his face vanished, replaced by one of absolute sincerity. To him, this child looked like a savior; the boy radiated a pure, harmless light, and the name of that light was "The Right Path"! It was the light of hope for the Li Family Toy Factory to return to its proper course!

He cleared his throat, unconsciously leaning forward. In a tone so gentle it felt cringeworthy even to himself—like a kind older brother from next door—he spoke softly into the microphone, "Hello there, little friend! Welcome to Factory Director Li's livestream. family, are you seeing this? Take notes! This is what a normal, innocent, and positive fan interaction looks like! Unlike you lot, whose every thought is so criminal and whose questions are so extreme. You're practically the dregs of society and the leeches of the nation."

This sudden "official roast" and indiscriminate attack instantly set the bullet chat ablaze.

"Main Streamer, that's enough! If you want to praise the newcomer, just do it. Why start throwing shade at us old fans again?"

"My thoughts aren't criminal at all. It's you who's criminal, Main Streamer, okay? When your last incident happened, I was terrified you'd implicate me. I can't talk right now; someone's knocking on the door saying they're here to check the water meter."

"This little brother looks so cute and well-behaved. He clearly comes from a wealthy family with a great upbringing."

"Don't be fooled by appearances, those of you upstairs. Look closely at that ID: 'Long Aoao'! A name like that sounds like those Dragon King heirs from web novels who travel with eight bodyguards and can bankrupt your whole family with a single sentence! Do you think he's some pushover?"

"Makes sense! Streamer, be careful. This might be a Dragon King traveling incognito!"

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Li Jiajun pretended not to see the bullet chat teasing him and his fans. All his attention was now focused on this seemingly "safe," high-quality customer. He had a hunch that whether his toy factory could "return to the right path" and completely wash away the stigma of being a "military factory" depended on this child. Though, sometimes his hunches weren't very accurate.

"Little friend, Long Aoao," he coaxed in an even gentler tone, "what kind of toy would you like me to customize for you? Just say the word. I'm a professional. Whether it glows, sings, or transforms, I can make it for you! I guarantee it'll be both high-quality and safe!"

To show his sincerity, he emphasized the word "safe" and gave an OK gesture to the camera.

On the other side of the screen, the boy named Long Aoao elegantly pushed up a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that didn't seem to have a prescription. In a steady tone completely unbefitting his age, he said clearly, word for word, "Hello, Uncle. I want a children's toy car."

Hearing this, Li Jiajun beamed, his smile as bright as a sunflower in full bloom.

A children's toy car!

How normal! How simple! What a safe request!

This was exactly what a toy factory should be doing! This was a business in the sunshine, a future full of hope!

"No problem!" Li Jiajun immediately thumped his chest, making a grand promise. "You want the kind you can sit in and drive yourself, right? I'm an expert at that! Our factory started out making those! What style do you want? Ferrari or Lamborghini? I guarantee I'll make it look identical! The headlights must be the brightest, the sound system must be surround sound, and the seats must be genuine leather!"

Hearing this, Long Aoao shook his head slightly. His chubby face remained calm as he added, "The style isn't important, Uncle. I only have one core requirement: it has to be fast! Many kids in my neighborhood have their own toy cars, and I want mine to be the fastest in the whole neighborhood! I want to be the neighborhood racing king!"

"Good! That's the spirit!" Li Jiajun laughed heartily, his joy practically overflowing from the screen. "You have ambition! You have dreams! This is what a fine youth of the new era should be like!"

See! family, look at this child's pursuit! How pure, how passionate! Being the neighborhood racing king—isn't that ten thousand times more normal than being some battlefield ghost or a secret assassin?

He even began to rapidly brainstorm what motor model and tire material to use so that the toy car could reach a speed that would leave other children in the dust while remaining "absolutely safe." He could even add light effects for a nitrous boost to satisfy all the little Racing King's fantasies.

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The bullet chat in the livestream was also unprecedentedly peaceful.

"Hahaha, reminds me of when I was a kid. I wanted to be the Mini 4WD King of the whole village, but I ended up being slower than my grand-uncle's dog."

"The Main Streamer finally got a normal order. I'm literally crying. This is the kind of life a proper toy factory director should lead!"

"Hurry up! I want to see the Main Streamer make a proper toy for once! Stop making those weird things!"

Just as Li Jiajun was about to agree wholeheartedly and dive into "professional questions" with the child—like the top speed and the 0-100 km/h acceleration time—Long Aoao spoke again. His expression remained calm, but his words made Li Jiajun freeze for a moment.

"Uncle, besides being fast, I have one more requirement."

"Go ahead," Li Jiajun said in a great mood, being very straightforward.

Long Aoao adjusted his glasses and said slowly, "It also needs to be safe. My parents don't like me driving toy cars, and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it if they see it. Can you make it so it's not easily discovered by my parents?"

As soon as this question was asked, the livestream fell silent for a second, followed by an even more explosive wave of bullet chat.

"Holy crap! A child prodigy! Why didn't I think of this requirement when I was a kid?"

"I get it. Avoiding the parents' eyes? Main Streamer, you're an expert at this!"

"A bratty kid, huh? This looks criminal! Main Streamer, this is right up your alley!"

"It's over, it's over. I feel like the Main Streamer is heading down the 'criminal' path again!"

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Li Jiajun watched the bullet chat, his mouth twitching as he felt speechless.

'How can these dregs of Netizens have such filthy and disgusting thoughts?' The thought occurred to him. 'Don't all kids like playing hide-and-seek? He just wants to hide his own precious toy so his parents won't find it! What a normal childhood!'

Far from thinking there was anything wrong with the request, he felt that this child, Long Aoao, was truly a clever little fellow.

He laughed loudly and waved at the camera like a master who had seen through the world, comforting those mortals with "impure thoughts."

"family, calm down, calm down! Don't make a child's innocence so complicated. He just wants to play 'hide-and-seek' with his parents and protect his precious toy! What's so hard about that? I understand!"

He turned to Long Aoao, a smile full of confidence and appreciation on his face. "Little friend, I accept your request! You just want to be the 'neighborhood racing king' without being caught by your parents, right? Simple!"

"I guarantee that the car I build for you—let alone your parents—even if the neighborhood security guards stare at you with binoculars twenty-four hours a day, they won't discover your presence! You will become the Ghost Racing King of your neighborhood!"