Third floor, guest rooms —
On the table was a chessboard, where an old man and a young man were playing chess with black and red pieces. Ruan Xianxian was curled up on the other side of the sofa, fanning herself with a folding fan, pretending to doze off.
Without even opening his eyes, he said, "Cannon to the fourth rank, Pawn to the sixth rank, Uncle Feng, you're about to lose."
Sure enough, within five moves, Feng Guang's black pieces were double-checked, resulting in a dead end.
He tossed aside the "general" he didn't know where to put, and couldn't help but sigh. These two girls in front of him, if he just threw one of them out, could change the landscape of a place.
What's scary is that the two of them actually got together.
This power and destructive force are not simply 1+1=2.
He picked up his teacup and skimmed off the foam. "Tell me, in this whole scheme, you just wanted money and quotas, and you even included Lao Zhang in your calculations, right?"
Ruan Xianxian only said one sentence: "Dalian Shipyard is very impressive. Their researchers are handsome and refined."
Feng Guang was speechless. He reached out and snatched the palm-leaf fan from her, then shook it. He wanted to say that she was too bold, but before he could say anything, he laughed at himself.
Meanwhile, the fourth-floor conference room was completely silent, and Zhang Ting's voice was sharp and cutting.
"Ruan Xianxian's plan from the beginning was to lure that guy from Liaoning Province to Heilongjiang Province and cooperate with him."
She was greedy; she wanted money and quotas, she wanted her own arsenal, and at the same time, she wouldn't let us get a single credit.
"Why should she?" someone protested. "Don't forget she's currently working in the countryside in Heilongjiang Province. What does it mean that she'd rather share the credit and benefits with Liaoning Province while excluding the Ministry of Political Affairs?"
A loss is a loss. Director Zhang sighed. To teach his men a lesson, he didn't mind explaining it in more detail.
"She wanted both the factory, the money, and the quotas. Reporting the news would make her seem too greedy, so she brought Liaoning Province into the partnership."
If the funds for the equipment and machinery are entirely provided by Liaoning Province, the higher authorities will not only have no objections, but will even be happy to see it happen.
In this way, she got everything she wanted; she essentially got a receiver and gained two benefits in return…
At this point, Director Zhang suddenly paused, tapping his fingers on the table. "No, that old mudfish is notoriously slippery."
That kind of person won't act until they see the benefits; a single signal receiver wouldn't be enough for him to go all out. Those two women must have some other amazing things that would drive him crazy.
The receiver was merely used as bait and a pretext for further discussion.
"That's too much." After figuring out what happened, the group was even angrier. "They'd rather give credit to Liaoning Province, which has nothing to do with her, than exclude us?"
"She's a complete traitor. I'll go and inform the educated youth office that's in charge of her. This kind of educated youth with incorrect thinking must be properly educated and his bad habits corrected."
Zhang Ting took a sip of tea. "Ruan Xianxian is 18 years old, from Beijing, and is the girlfriend of Feng Guang's youngest son. She currently works as a national defense security officer."
Whom do you want to teach?
The man choked, his face turning bright red. "She's a nepotist."
Director Zhang sipped his tea without saying a word. The position of National Defense Security Officer—couldn't it be attained through nepotism? Naive!
Someone else asked, "If we had agreed to give her the signal receiver in exchange for the quota to build a new arsenal from the beginning, would there have been no further developments?"
Director Zhang didn't answer, but only asked, "Will we agree?"
The answer is naturally no. The First Machinery Factory has close ties with the Ministry of the Government. Why would they agree to support another factory to compete with their own people?
Therefore, this possibility was impossible from the very beginning.
Even after understanding the whole story, the displeasure in his heart still lingered. Someone said sarcastically, "What kind of military achievement are these two provinces doing together? Aren't they afraid of arousing the suspicion of their superiors?"
"Shut up!" Director Zhang slammed his hand on the table, his face contorted with rage. "How could you bunch of idiots possibly understand the breadth of mind and wisdom of that person?"
He is not afraid of cooperation between two or even more provinces.
Do you think that Ruan Xianxian's strategy of bringing in more allies and expanding her operations will bring greater benefits? You all understand this little scheme, so how could the higher-ups not understand it?
That person simply didn't care; all he cared about was the result, the rapid development of national strength, and the unity of the people. He didn't care who might try to sabotage things under his nose.
That person's vision, breadth of mind, and wisdom are not something you petty, scheming people can question. If I hear anything like that again, don't blame me for being ruthless.
Zhang Ting's sudden display of ruthlessness sent chills down everyone's spines, and the crowd that had been exchanging words just moments before fell silent.
After venting his anger, Director Zhang sighed and sat down again. "Remember this: you can have your own little schemes, but the military wants the achievements I want too."
We can secretly take action to compete for it.
But anyone who tries to bring their underhanded pursuit of profit into the open and slows down the development of our country, don't blame me for making sure their whole family suffers.
Meeting adjourned.
...
Ruan Xianxian smiled after hearing the system's report on the third floor.
They are a kind of people.
They share the common goal of further enhancing their national strength, but this does not prevent them from vying for the distribution of benefits along the way, or even for someone to get nothing at all.
Just like her goal at the exhibition was to generate foreign exchange revenue, it didn't stop her from making money off foreigners.
Zhang Ting is one, and so is she.
This is why Nguyen Hien chose to cooperate with the more purely military force. Compared to the merit-based political ministry, the military's focus is always on external enemies.
Compared to ensuring the well-being of the country and its people, personal interests always come third.
After losing another game of chess, Feng Guang threw a childish tantrum and refused to play anymore. "Speaking of which, what did you use to make Old Mudfish spend so much money?"
He treats machinery like his own eyes, wanting to cram it all into the shipyard. What can you possibly use to get him to gouge his eyes out and work for you?
Ruan Xianxian and Mu Xia looked at each other. Mu Xia went back into the house and brought back a cloth bag. She put it on the ground with a metallic clanging sound. The buttons were undone, revealing a bunch of parts.
Mu Xia's fingers flew across the screen, and in a moment, a sniper rifle with an appearance similar to the SVD appeared in front of Feng Guang, startling the latter.
He took the gun with both hands and touched it inch by inch, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears, nodding his head vigorously, "Good, good!"
What was shown to Yu Zhiguang was just a display picture; the actual product had already been made by these two guys when they were bored in the hospital.
The missing parts will be purchased from the system store, and it has also been confirmed that current technology allows for replication.
"I'll hand it in now." Feng Guang and Yu Zhiguang did exactly the same thing.
They wish the sniper rifles could be delivered to the higher-ups right now, so that they could be mass-produced tomorrow and every infantryman could have one the day after.
"No rush." Ruan Xianxian also pressed the person back into the sofa. "Don't you want the First Army infantry to be the first to be equipped with sniper rifles produced by our own country?"
Feng Guang honestly replied, "I want to."
"That's settled then. Once the signal receiver is handed over and the military factory's quota is released, ensuring that the equipment can be produced in our own hands, it won't be too late for us to hand it over."
Feng Guang gradually calmed down, but what he was thinking about was when his damn son would come back? He couldn't wait to marry him off!
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