Incredible Insight: Toy Factory Discovers Swarm Drones

Chapter 57 New Toy: Learning from my mistakes, this time I’m going to get a safe one!Li Jiajun couldn’t quite remember how the clamor and revelry in the cafeteria finally ended.

He only knew that he was surrounded by a group of over-excited workers and then, amidst the praises of ”Factory Director is awesome,” he returned to his office almost like he was sleepwalking.

Then, he slumped into his newly purchased ergonomic boss chair, staring at the ceiling with an expression more bitter than if he had eaten three pounds of coptis root.

His persona had collapsed.

These four words felt like a giant signboard slamming hard against his forehead.

What happened over the next few days made him realize even more deeply the meaning of the saying, ”Fame brings trouble just as a fat pig invites slaughter.”

After appearing on ”News Broadcast,” Li Jiajun’s leisurely life was completely shattered. The entrance to his toy factory, which used to be so quiet you could hear the birds chirping, suddenly became more bustling than a downtown wet market.

Sitting in his office, he watched the ”spectacle” at the gate—which could only be described as a chaotic dance of demons—through the newly installed high-definition surveillance system, his face devoid of expression.

People from all walks of life arrived in an endless stream, practically treating the place as an internet celebrity check-in spot.

The first wave consisted of several black Audis with special license plates. A few steady-looking middle-aged men got out, claiming to be from some ”brother organization” and wanting to ”study and exchange ideas.” Their words were polite, but their eyes kept drifting toward the workshops deep inside the factory. Their eagerness to devour the production line whole could be felt even through the screen.

The second wave was several groups of blonde-haired, blue-eyed ”overseas investors” dressed in suits. They spoke broken Chinese and held flashy business proposals, sincerely expressing their hope to inject ”the power of capital” to help ”Li Family Toy Factory” go global. Li Jiajun’s lip twitched as he looked at their professional smiles and undisguised intentions.

’The power of capital? You probably just want to steal my technology and take it back to your home countries, don’t you? Do you take me for a fool?’

The third wave was a mix of ”monsters and demons.” There were influencers carrying phones and streaming equipment, wanting to ”uncover the secrets of the legendary military factory,” and local tabloid reporters with telephoto lenses trying to interview workers as they finished their shifts. They were everywhere, jumping around and poking into every corner, making Li Jiajun feel like his factory was a monkey mountain at the zoo.

Fortunately, before the Old General left, he had left behind a ”great gift”—a professional security team composed of Retired Special Forces soldiers.

Once these big brothers stood at the gate, each with a straight posture and sharp eyes, all the ”brother organizations” and ”overseas investors” were blocked outside the main gate with the most polite smiles and the firmest stances. Not even a fly could get in.

Li Jiajun looked at the lively scene on the surveillance monitor and let out a deep sigh.

He felt like he was being roasted over a fire; his leisurely life was gone, never to return.

’No, this can’t go on,’ the thought surfaced in his mind. ’I have to do something to save my crumbling persona!’

So, after ”soul-searching,” he made a major decision.

He was going to start a livestream and have a good, sincere, heart-to-heart talk with the family.

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At 8:00 PM, Li Jiajun started the livestream on time.

The title of the livestream was: ”Factory Director Xiao Li’s Closed-Door Reflection: Regarding Recent Turmoil.”

As soon as the broadcast began, hundreds of thousands of Netizens swarmed in, and the bullet chat instantly exploded.

”Main Streamer, you finally showed up! I thought you’d actually been sent to step on a sewing machine!”

”Streamer, come clean. Just how many more things are you hiding from us?”

”You even made it onto ’News Broadcast,’ yet you still claim to be an ordinary toy factory? Have you no shame!”

Looking at the screen full of teasing, Li Jiajun cleared his throat, his face adopting an incredibly sorrowful and serious expression. He was about to speak but suddenly felt that a direct explanation would be too weak. He needed a more ”sincere” approach.