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Chapter 265 Uncle Liu, who loves chatting on QQ, and Old Qian’s phone call!Baishui City, Li Family Toy Factory, new factory office.

Looking at the WeChat message on his phone screen from ”Shang Shan Ruo Shui (Uncle Liu)”.

Li Jiajun’s mouth twitched violently.

”Little Li, how have things been these past few days? Any progress on the fishing rod project? Surely it hasn’t stalled, right?”

These words seemed like the concern of an elder.

But in Li Jiajun’s eyes, this was clearly the ”casting animation” for some mysterious power.

”This old guy...”

”Why is he at it again?”

Li Jiajun was speechless, even feeling a bit of scalp-tingling dread.

He was now terrified of Liu Jianguo, avoiding him like the plague.

After rigorous deduction by his brain and official certification from his Heaven-Defying Comprehension Panel.

He had reached an unshakeable truth:

Uncle Liu countered him!

As long as Uncle Liu knew his real progress, as long as Uncle Liu participated even slightly in his project.

Even if it was just asking a question in passing.

Then, this originally innocent and harmless project would likely run wild like an unbridled dog, hurtling towards some indescribable requisition.

For the sake of his peaceful life in the future, to be a happy, wealthy man.

He absolutely could not tell the truth!

He had to implement the strictest information blockade!

He even had to engage in strategic deception!

Li Jiajun tapped his fingers rapidly on the screen.

He didn’t want to talk more with this weird guy; every extra word felt like planting a landmine in his own future.

So.

He replied with three words, very perfunctorily:

”No ideas.”

After sending it, he threw the phone aside and continued staring at the ”Fishermen Never Air Force” QQ group on his computer screen.

Chatting with these pure fishermen was so much more comfortable.

No scheming, no national affairs.

Just pure Air Force, and pure joy.

Meanwhile.

Imperial Capital, a certain military industry unit.

Liu Jianguo was sitting behind a large desk, holding a thermos, his eyes fixed on the phone placed on the table.

When the screen lit up, showing Li Jiajun’s reply.

He immediately picked it up to look.

”No ideas.”

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Just three short words.

Simple, direct, even reeking of a ”giving up” attitude.

If it were before, or if any other subordinate dared to reply to him like this, Liu Jianguo would have called them over for half an hour of ideological education.

But at this moment.

Looking at these three words.

Liu Jianguo felt like he had heard the most beautiful music in the world.

”Whew...”

He let out a long breath, his whole body slumped against the back of the chair as if his bones had been removed.

A look of relief appeared on his face.

”No ideas is good...”

”No ideas means no trouble.”

”No trouble means no disasters.”

”No disasters means I don’t need to take quick-acting heart-saving pills.”

Perfect!

Liu Jianguo felt every cell in his body relax.

At this moment, he felt the sky was so blue, the air so fresh, and even the bare branches outside the window looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

You know, he had been on pins and needles these past few days.

Fearing that kid would come up with some new trick. Of course, it wasn’t that the tricks were bad—after all, they could promote national development—but his little heart couldn’t take it.

Now it was fine.

That kid had finally hit a bottleneck, finally having no ideas like a normal person.

This also indirectly confirmed his previous judgment—the fishing rod project was indeed the right choice! Absolutely safe!

”It seems I can finally have a few days of peace for a while.”

Liu Jianguo was in a great mood.

He stretched out widely, his joints popping with crisp sounds.

Then, he picked up his teacup, gently blew the tea leaves on top, and actually began humming an unknown tune.

”Ah...”

”Nothing to do today, time to hit the brothel for some tunes!”

He shook his head and sighed with emotion.

Of course.

This was just him talking, just satisfying his craving for words.

As an old cadre who had been educated by the Party for many years, discipline was carved into his bones.

Going to a place like a brothel?

That would be a serious violation of discipline!

Even if he had eight times the courage, he wouldn’t dare go, not to mention he didn’t have that kind of desire.

What he meant by ”listening to music” was at most going home, turning on the radio, listening to a couple of Beijing opera segments, or listening to the news broadcast in his office.

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