Industrial Inspection: Is the Factory Director Hiding an Electromagnetic Cannon?

Ye Tianlong takes over his father’s city-owned fishing tackle factory, which is on the verge of bankruptcy, and unexpectedly awakens the [Super Military Industry] System.

As long as he earns a profit, he can exchange it for high-tech blueprints!

Before long, carbon-fiber rods capable of reeling in aircraft carriers, long-range fishing rockets with the range of surface-to-air missiles, and sound-wave devices advertised as precision fish repellents but actually capable of disrupting satellites are pouring out of his factory. They’re fleecing rich people around the world, bringing in money hand over fist.

Just as he buries himself in work, preparing to exchange for an [Aerospace Fighter] blueprint, a nationwide industrial inspection notice arrives!

The investigation team enters the factory grounds, and Factory Director Ye breaks out in a cold sweat, frantically trying to cover things up.

“Leaders, we really are just a small fishing tackle factory. What would we know about weapons?”

An investigator points to the new extended-range fishing arrow in the warehouse, which is comparable to a strategic missile.

“You use this for fishing, too?”

Ye Tianlong wipes his sweat.

“Right, yes. Its main selling point is its long range and precise delivery!”

Only when the team forcibly opens the highly classified warehouse at the very back do they find a streamlined electromagnetic railgun giving off a cold blue glow, undergoing its final adjustments!

Everyone is stunned. The air freezes!

Ye Tianlong slaps his forehead.

“Uh-oh, I can’t keep the nation’s secret weapon under wraps anymore!”

The head of the investigation team tremblingly calls the highest office.

“Chief! Stop investigating private companies! Our factory director really is building an electromagnetic cannon!”

The next second, the entire military is called to emergency assembly, and top academicians rush over through the night.

Looking at the scene before him, Ye Tianlong spreads his hands helplessly.

“I just wanted to make a little money. How did I become a military-industrial giant?”