Chapter 6, the streamer: When will we see the finished product?

Chapter 6: Blueprint Complete, The King of Trash Talk

It was afternoon in Baishui City, Lu Province; the sun was scorching, and the cicadas chirped noisily.

In the sweltering workshop of the Li Family Toy Factory, Li Jiajun seemed unable to feel the slightest bit of summer heat, his entire being immersed in a frenzied state of creation.

The marker in his hand moved rapidly across the whiteboard, leaving behind countless dense, intertwined lines and symbols that an ordinary person might never see in their lifetime. It was no longer just a design sketch; it was more like a miniature starry sky constructed of precise formulas and cold logic—deep, complex, and filled with a chilling sense of order that made one's scalp tingle.

"Energy management module... must ensure that every drone has the optimal power consumption ratio when performing different tasks..."

"And a backup link. In case the primary communication is jammed, it must be able to switch to the backup channel within one millisecond and automatically reorganize the network..."

"A self-destruct program must be added as well. In case it loses control or is captured, nothing useful can be left behind..."

He entered that state of oblivious muttering again, speaking his design thoughts clearly aloud as he drew.

The few viewers in the stream had long since given up on thinking. It was as if a freezing spell had been cast upon them; they stared blankly at the screen at the young man who had gone completely mad.

"It's over, I can't keep up with the Main Streamer's train of thought anymore. I just want to know now, how much is such an awesome toy going to cost?"

"I feel like my brain is being forcibly overclocked by the Main Streamer, it's getting a bit hot..."

"To the person above, have some confidence and take out the 'a bit'. As a computer science student, I've already started questioning my life choices."

Finally, after drawing the last closed data link and perfectly connecting the entire network, Li Jiajun stopped his pen.

He casually tossed the dried-out marker into the trash can, stepped back two paces, and crossed his arms over his chest. Like the most fastidious artist, he surveyed his newly completed masterpiece with a critical eye.

On the whiteboard, a complex network of countless nodes and connection lines tightly enveloped the previously designed eight-rotor drone model. From individual structure to group coordination, from the power system to energy management, and then to information interaction and the final self-destruct program—after this afternoon's live-streamed derivation, a design blueprint so complete it was terrifying was finally finished.

Every detail was seamless; every logic was perfect.

He let out a long sigh of satisfaction, turned around to face the camera, his face wearing the ease and pride of a job well done.

"Look, it's done."

He clapped his hands, his tone as casual as if he had just finished assembling a few-hundred-yuan lego model.

"As the saying goes, as long as your thinking doesn't backslide, there are always more solutions than difficulties."

He spoke while admiring his masterpiece, then rubbed his chin, as if naming his own child, saying offhandedly: "Right, I need to give it a name... Since it mimics bees, let's call it the 'toy swarm drone'."

After speaking, he muttered quietly again: "I always feel like there's something weird about this name... Forget it, I won't overthink it. Whatever, this is the one."

His airheaded and eccentric manner left the viewers in the stream no time to complain before a Netizen with the ID 'Ten-Year-Old Bookworm' suddenly sent a bullet chat.

"'toy swarm drone'? Why do I feel like this name sounds... quite illegal?"

As soon as this bullet chat appeared, several people immediately chimed in.

"Right, right, right! I also feel it's weird, like I've seen a similar term in some military magazine!"

"Streamer, the name of your toy doesn't sound like it belongs to a good person!"

Of course, with only a handful of people in the stream, hardly any of them had the relevant knowledge. Most people still felt the name wasn't cool enough, flooding the screen with chats like "Better call it 'Flying Battle Dragon'" or "'World Destroyer' sounds way more imposing!"

Li Jiajun saw the "quite illegal" comment, curled his lip, and didn't take it to heart. In his view, the most difficult theoretical design part was completely finished; the rest was just manual labor. He stretched, and facing the camera, delivered a "radical opinion" sufficient to be recorded in the annals of his streaming career.

He spread his hands, using a "how hard can it be" expression to summarize for the camera:

"This thing, as long as the materials are in place, any person with hands could do it."

"Any person with hands could do it."

"Any person with hands could do it..."

"Any person with hands..."

"Could do it..."

These few words seemed to carry a strange magic, echoing in the small stream room.

After five long seconds of dead silence, the bullet chats went completely wild.

“???????”

"Any person with hands could do it?! Main Streamer, say that again?! I suspect there's something wrong with my ears!"

"My hands: No, you can't! My brain: I also think I can't! My wallet: Let's the three of us just forget about it!"

"I've truly had my eyes opened today. Is this the new definition of 'hands'? I'm sorry, I might not have grown hands, but two chicken claws!"

"Failed to learn, failed to learn. I'm going to donate my hands to someone in need right now. They're useless anyway, only good for typing '666'!"

"Brothers! A new bible has been born! 'Any Person With Hands Could Do It'! Author: 'King of Trash Talk' Little Factory Director Li!"

"I declare that from today on, the weight of the phrase 'any person with hands could do it' has been raised by the Main Streamer to the height of Mount Everest! If anyone ever says this to me again, I'll throw the Main Streamer's recording in their face!"

"He's posing too much, posing too much! But why do I damn well love watching it! I just love the Main Streamer's calm and casual way of acting cool!"

"Stop arguing in the front! I just want to ask, how much does this 'any person with hands could do it' toy actually cost?"

The popularity of the stream was pushed to a brand new peak by this ultimate display of humble-bragging. Although the number of people online still didn't exceed ten, the scrolling speed of the bullet chats was already comparable to a room with hundreds of people.

And while the stream was in a frenzy of carnival-like atmosphere, with everyone joking about how they "didn't have hands," the man with the ID "A White Cloth on the Head" did not participate in the revelry at all.

He stared fixedly at that whiteboard filled with "heavenly script."

In his headquarters, he kept a group of technical Experts hired at high salaries from Ugly Country and Europa, each with a glittering resume and a staggering paycheck. But not one of them could be like this Eastern Country youth, who, in such a crude and broken factory building, using only a marker and a whiteboard, could derive such a perfect art of war, so rigorous as to be without a single flaw!

Especially that sentence, "any person with hands could do it."

To others, it sounded like top-tier humble-bragging.

But to him, it was the truest portrayal of a genius! Only someone who has truly researched a technology to their very core can possess this kind of composure and confidence to simplify the complex and handle heavy matters with ease! This meant the technology was mature and replicable!

All his previous doubts and concerns were completely crushed at this moment.

'With this, those defensive lines Israel spent a fortune to build are just a joke!'

He no longer had any hesitation and typed a line in the bullet chats, sending it out.

"Streamer, when can we see the finished product?"