I'm really not a genius

Chapter 39

The commentary room was quiet.

In the live picture, the explosion of the last scene is being played in slow motion.

It's not a guide to find fault, but the rules of live broadcasting.

In slow motion, we can clearly see that when Andrew's team was pulling the trigger, the rifle in his hand suddenly exploded from the middle and quickly expanded into a huge fireball, which directly led to the death of the remaining two team members on the spot.

Two seconds later, a dense barrage of bullets hit, directly covering the live picture.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

More than ten seconds later, Song Zhen's barbell like laughter broke the silence in the interpretation room.

"Oh, my God, it blew up, ha ha..."

Song Zhen smiled, patted the table and stamped her feet. She was about to shed tears. She didn't care that her voice would be broadcast live.

"Ha ha, cough..."

After a while, Song Zhen tried to stop the laughter, cleared her throat and said, "explain to the friends who are watching the live broadcast that the explosion of the chamber means that the gunpowder exploded in the barrel. This is a very, very serious firearms accident."

"We have seen the consequences. Users are either dead or disabled."

"And how high is the probability of blasting?"

"Let me put it this way. I have served in the League for more than 50 years and have heard of only three or four blasting accidents."

"And they are all caused by unauthorized modification or extended service."

"Like today, a new gun, used for the first time, exploded in less than an hour, which is really unprecedented."

"This is a serious design defect."

"Obviously, the gun body can't support such a high firing speed and such great power, but it still leaves this function. I have to say that the designer is definitely a brain cripple."

Song Zhen tried her best to hold back her smile, shook her shoulder and said, "friends, you have witnessed history and miracles here!"

"This X1 universal magic gun produced by Andrew company is really a magic gun that can go down in history!"

"Ha ha ha..."

After saying this, Song Zhen couldn't hold back and laughed wildly again.

Next to him, the professional commentator lowered his head and looked as black as the bottom of a pot.

These are all my words!

You always take it directly for irony. Have you considered my feelings??

They blew up the chamber, but I didn't blow it up

Why does my face hurt so much

"Andrew's company, to tell you the truth, I don't like it very much."

Song Zhen said, "when I retired from the front three years ago, they directly gave me the position of president, but I didn't look up to it and didn't go."

"When they are headmasters, they have to endorse their guns. I don't have such a big face."

Song Zhen slowly took a sip of tea and calmly said, "Andrew has always been a company that pays more attention to design than quality."

"Their guns always look good, light, fast, accurate, beautiful and affordable."

"But the quality is not good."

"It is greatly affected by the environment and has a high failure rate. To put it more popularly, it is not resistant to manufacturing."

Song Zhen glanced and said, "the gun is for use, not for ancestors. Who has spare time to maintain you all day and night?"

"I was in Nanhuang more than 20 years ago. I don't know which fool handed me Andrew's S100 submachine gun."

"I still have a fresh memory!"

"At the critical moment of life and death, Temo got stuck! I almost didn't kill myself!"

"I haven't used Andrew's gun since then. I'd rather use Hauser's engineers to shovel, and I don't need you!"

After saying this, Song Zhen suddenly realized something and hurriedly made up his mind: "ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've made a mistake. I don't mean that, cough..."

As he spoke, he looked awe inspiring and solemnly said, "Hauser is a great gun making company. Er, I grew up holding Hauser guns when I was young, ha ha... In terms of leather, no gun is more resistant to manufacturing than Hauser guns, ha ha..."

……

At this time, the Huaxia branch of Andrew firearms manufacturing company was crying everywhere in East China.

Watching their highly anticipated new gun explode in public and listening to Song Zhen's sparing no effort to fall into the well, they all want to die.

"Lingling..."

"What? Chargeback?"

"Impossible! Unless they are willing to pay 30 times the penalty!"

"What? See you in court?"

"What's the matter? He didn't order the blasted one! Don't return it!!"

"Lingling..."

"Another chargeback? You tell them, dream!"

"You love to sue! I'll be afraid of you! Tell them to see you in court!"

"Lingling..."

"Qingyun also wants to retreat?"

"I... why should I say that our guns have quality problems? Ah???"

"Song Zhen, this is slander! This is public slander!"

"You tell the legal department that I want to sue Song Zhen!"

“……”

In just a few minutes, Andrew Huaxia Branch received nearly 100 calls, all of which were chargeback, chargeback and chargeback.

There are schools, official departments, shooting clubs and even individual users.

Andrew's staff were in a hurry.

Of course, the worst one is Levin Andrew, the designer of X1 magic gun.

He sat on the office sofa, his head down, his hands down, his body shaking uncontrollably.

This gun has condensed all his efforts in recent five years.

He had expected to be famous with this gun.

Unexpectedly, fame is indeed fame, but it is in the form that you don't want to see.

Oh, from now on, I'm afraid this matter will become a stain for my whole life.

Levin's body trembled more and more.

Today's exchange game was proposed by myself.

Unexpectedly, this proposal turned into self digging and directly buried his future.

As a designer of blaster gun, he doesn't even know if he can stay in this field in the future.

"Dang, Dang, Dang."

Then there was a knock on the door.

Levin said weakly, "come in."

"Squeak --"

A young woman in uniform pushed open the door of the office and said, "Mr. Levin, the general manager is looking for you."

Levin raised his head and looked at the man with empty eyes, speechless.

……

Jiangdong region.

In a high-end community in Qiantang City, a 16-year-old boy was eating chicken legs at home and watching the live broadcast.

The boy's name is Shi Ji. He is a junior in high school this year. He is the champion of group U18 of the national shooting competition.

Because of this champion, he has obtained the examination free admission qualification of five demon hunting universities. At present, he has signed a letter of intent with Andrew.

The reason is very simple. He likes Andrew's gun and hopes to work for Andrew's gun company after graduation in the future. Moreover, East China is closer to home.

Today, I heard that there will be a freshman exchange game between Andrew and DIDU. As a future Andrew student, Shi Ji has a sense of belonging and specially set an alarm clock. As soon as the time comes, he entered the live broadcasting room with great interest.

However, the development of the game was completely different from what he expected.

From Ding Pengfei's sniping and killing the enemy to being detonated, to Andrew detonating the whole audience, he was occupied by the enemy, killed two people in a row, and then to the final blasting chamber.

Shi Ji held up the chicken leg in his hand and hadn't bitten it for ten minutes.

"Horizontal trough..."

Seeing the thin figure standing on the big rock and killing two people with R16 without sight, Shi Ji felt his hair explode.

"This is the possession of the gun god..."

He opened his mouth and stared at the live picture.

Followed by a burst of uncontrollable excitement and excitement.

Shi Ji glanced at the enrollment agreement on the table and suddenly felt a burst of disgust.

——Did I get kicked in the head by a donkey? Did some emperors choose Andrew instead?

Can't afford the fare, or do you think the food in the imperial capital is not delicious??

Thinking, he couldn't sit still. He immediately picked up his mobile phone, rushed to the balcony and dialed a number.

"Hello? Is that Andrew's War College?"

"Hello, teacher. My name is Shi Ji. I just signed a letter of intent with your school two days ago."

"Arrange for me to sign a formal agreement right away? No, no, don't bother."

"Sorry, I changed my mind. I won't go to Andrew."

"Ah? Want to blacklist me?"

Shi Ji held up his chicken leg and sneered, "please! It's your Andrew's loss to refuse me, not mine!"