Incredible Insight: Toy Factory Discovers Swarm Drones

Chapter 269 Liu Jianguo, who was caught up in his boasting!The world of the internet is sometimes like a giant masquerade ball.

At this ball:

One is a young factory manager pursued by countless Netizens.

The other is a high-ranking official, a military industry tycoon who worries himself sick over national affairs every day and has to be on constant guard against being angered into a heart attack.

At this moment, they have stripped away all their identity tags. Across two glowing screens, they chat as heatedly as two Seasoned Old Anglers who have spent a whole night squatting by the river without a bite, only to suddenly meet a kindred spirit.

”Beep, beep, beep.”

The QQ notification sound rings out one after another in two offices thousands of miles apart.

In Liu Jianguo’s office, he is currently sitting with his legs crossed, holding a teacup in one hand while his other hand taps rapidly on the keyboard.

His proficient ”One-Finger Zen” technique manages to convey the aura of a hacker.

His face is overflowing with a long-lost, pure joy.

This kind of joy is absent when facing the subordinates who only know how to ask for funding.

It is also absent when facing Li Jiajun, who is always causing him trouble.

’This is what you call professional!’

Looking at the unique insight the other person sent regarding how ”center of gravity placement” affects the feel of the rod, Liu Jianguo cannot help but give a mental thumbs-up.

And when the conversation gets exciting, it’s easy for people to get carried away.

Especially when one feels they have met a soulmate and wants to show off their strength in front of the other.

The desire unique to middle-aged men—to flaunt their professionalism and extensive knowledge—begins to grow wildly in the bottom of Liu Jianguo’s heart.

’Since they are so frank, I can’t show weakness.’

’I must let them know that I, this Seasoned Old Angler, am not famous for nothing.’

Liu Jianguo thinks to himself.

And just at this moment, the content of the video call he just had flashes involuntarily into his mind.

It was a call from Old Qian.

On the phone, Old Qian’s worried face and his rambling about the difficulties of ”carbon fiber composite materials” are now circling in his head like background noise that keeps echoing.

”The modulus won’t go up...”

”The strength is insufficient...”

”Poor high-temperature resistance...”

These technical terms, which originally made his head ache and even felt a bit annoying, now, by some strange coincidence, trigger a chemical reaction with the topic of the fishing rod in front of him.

Liu Jianguo hasn’t really been involved in technology for years, so he actually only has a half-baked understanding of technical parameters.

But he has one advantage: he has a good memory.

He remembered the specific performance index data for the carbon fiber materials needed for the Air Force’s new generation of stealth fighters’ fuselage skins and core load-bearing components, which Old Qian casually revealed on the phone just now.

And so, Liu Jianguo begins to brag.

In order to highlight his ultimate pursuit of good materials and to show off his high standards and strict requirements in front of his soulmate, he unknowingly takes the core data about the carbon fiber materials needed for fighter jets that he just heard from Old Qian and spews it all out as requirements for a top-tier fishing rod.

He types on the keyboard, his fingertips seemingly dancing:

【Seasoned Old Angler: Brother, I think everything you said is right, but regarding materials, I think we still need to have higher pursuits.】

【Seasoned Old Angler: Think about it, a truly good fishing rod needs to handle all kinds of extreme situations, right?】

【Seasoned Old Angler: For example, when encountering a hundred-pound monster, that pulling force, that instantaneous explosive power—the strength requirements for the material must be very high, right?】

Writing this, the concept of ”T1000 grade carbon fiber” that Old Qian mentioned pops into Liu Jianguo’s mind.

So, without thinking, he types it directly:

【Seasoned Old Angler: Therefore, I think the tensile strength of this carbon cloth must reach at least [Pa] or more! Otherwise, if you encounter a giant monster, the rod will snap, which would be so embarrassing!】

After sending this, he thinks of the ”deformation control under high overload” that Old Qian mentioned.

【Seasoned Old Angler: And that modulus, which is the stiffness. It can’t be too soft; if it’s too soft, you can’t control the fish. I think the tensile modulus should be around 300GPa, so that it has backbone and can instantly pull the fish back!】

At this point, Liu Jianguo is completely immersed in his own logic.

He doesn’t realize at all that the ”hundred-pound monster” he mentions might not be encountered more than a few times in a lifetime in reality.

And the data he is proposing is meant for building fighter jet main beams!

It is meant to resist the huge overload generated when flying at several times the speed of sound!

But he doesn’t stop.

He remembers the ”high-temperature resistance” Old Qian mentioned.

Do fishing rods need high-temperature resistance?

Normal logic says no.

But for Liu Jianguo at this moment, the logic has closed the loop.

’The fishing line rubs against the guide ring at high speed, that will definitely generate high heat! What if the temperature is too high and it burns the rod tip?’

So, he types another line:

【Seasoned Old Angler: There is another point that is easily overlooked, and that is high-temperature resistance! Think about it, when a big fish is sprinting with force, the fishing line rubs against the guide ring; how high must that temperature be? Therefore, the material must be able to maintain performance without degradation at temperatures above 200 degrees! Even the instantaneous withstand temperature needs to be higher!】

Finally, he adds the requirement for ”lightweighting.”

This is also what Old Qian repeatedly emphasized: fighter jets need to reduce weight and increase thrust-to-weight ratio.

For Liu Jianguo, it becomes:

【Seasoned Old Angler: Of course, most importantly, it must be light! The density must be below 1.7 g/cm³! If it feels like a fire poker, who would want to play with it?】

”Clatter, clatter.” A fierce burst of output.

Looking at this long, eloquent, data-detailed, and seemingly extremely professional suggestion he sent on the screen, Liu Jianguo picks up his teacup with satisfaction and takes a slurp.

”This is what you call professional!”

”This is what you call high-level insight!”

”Heh heh, this kid must be stunned by me now, right?”

”He must think that I, this ’Seasoned Old Angler,’ am unfathomable, right?”

He waits happily for the other party’s reply, waiting for the worshipful words like ”Master, please accept my bow” or ”Hearing your words is better than ten years of study” to come.

...

However, at this very moment, in Baishui City, at the Li Family Toy Factory office.

Li Jiajun, on the other side of the screen, looks at the long string of technical indicators that can be called abnormal sent by the other party.

The ”kindred spirit” smile that was originally on his face disappears bit by bit.

Replacing it is a look of confusion.

Following that, it turns into deep doubt.

Finally, it evolves into a look one gives an idiot, or a madman.

Li Jiajun’s mouth twitches wildly.

He rubs his eyes, thinking he read it wrong.

Tensile strength 6000 MPa?

Tensile modulus 300 GPa?

High-temperature resistance 200 degrees?

What the hell...

’This guy...’

’Did he drink fake alcohol?’

Li Jiajun feels speechless to the extreme.

This data...

Is this a carbon fiber fishing rod?

Especially that high-temperature resistance.

What kind of fishing line friction can generate 200 degrees of heat?

Are you fishing for a rocket?

Or are you planning to take a fishing rod to fish in magma?

Li Jiajun’s brows furrow tightly.

He feels he has been played.

Or rather, he feels the other person is bragging to him.

And it’s the kind of bragging that comes out of nowhere without any draft.

’Netizens nowadays, in order to show off, really dare to say anything.’

’And he calls himself a Seasoned Old Angler...’

’I think he’s a Seasoned Bragger.’

Li Jiajun shakes his head, feeling a bit disappointed.

He originally thought he had met someone who knew the trade, but it turns out he’s a keyboard warrior.

He originally wanted to close the chat window directly and stop bothering with this guy who talks nonsense.

But on second thought, the previous conversation was indeed quite agreeable, and the other person’s previous insights on feel and backbone were indeed unique.

Perhaps...

Perhaps he added an extra zero?

Holding onto the last shred of hope to save this online connection, Li Jiajun does not block him directly.

Instead, he puts his hands on the keyboard and types a line, with a bit of teasing and a bit of questioning:

【Fishing Rod Manufacturer: Brother, aren’t your requirements a bit too high? Is this still a fishing rod?】

【Fishing Rod Manufacturer: Let’s just say, are you sure you didn’t send the wrong data? Or are you joking with me?】

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And on Liu Jianguo’s side...