Chapter 227 I Say Boss Ye Has a Good Idea
When Lin Lan stood on the deck of the yacht and waved goodbye to the residents of the outer district, his deck was already filled with many river fish and various gifts.
"I didn't expect that you, the familiar, are quite popular."
After the yacht sailed away, August walked out of the cabin with a faint smile, and with a wave of his hand, he put all the river fish gifts piled up like a small hill into the storage space of the ship.
"I didn't expect it to be like this, I just did what I should do."
Lin Lan shrugged and said, he really didn't expect that he would be discovered and sent so many things after staying in the outer district for such a short time.
Even he himself didn't expect that he would be so popular in the outer district.
"Let Nuremberg take all these to the cafeteria later. They are not valuable, but they are the kindness of so many people after all."
Lin Lan looked at August, whose long gray-purple hair was blown by the wind, and then he felt sleepy, so he stretched and yawned:
"Okay, I have to go back to the cabin to continue sleeping for a while. Remember to call me when we get to the port."
"Hehehe~ Do you need me to provide you with a knee pillow?"
"Forgive me, if I sleep on your legs, I'm afraid I will be completely sleepy."
Of course, he didn't escape the fate of sleeping on the knee pillow in the end, but it was provided by today's secretary ship Tirpitz.
Under the gentle caress of Tirpitz, the lonely queen of the north, Lin Lan fell asleep.
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Haifeng City, Tomahawk Military Mecha Production Industrial Base.
The sky was suppressed by heavy clouds, and the air was filled with the smell of metal and gunpowder slag.
A large amount of black industrial waste gas in the factory area was discharged into the sky through the towering chimneys, making the already gloomy sky even darker.
In this depressing industrial area, the noisy humming sound was endless, and the transport vehicles came and went one after another.
In the factory with the battle axe logo, busy workers were concentrating on operating various instruments.
The bright sparks produced by the cutting of steel burst out from time to time, indicating that this place is now operating at full capacity.
As a country with hundreds of years of history in manufacturing mechas, the Orlan United States already has a mature industrial system to manufacture mechas.
It was just because of the supply of rare raw materials, and many important confidential design drawings were destroyed in the Siren's raid.
So the major consortiums of the Zhuhai Business Association have now given up the plan to manufacture the Overlord Mecha.
But even so, various types of combat mechas can still allow mecha drivers to gain combat power far exceeding their own several times.
One after another, battle mechas with the same Tomahawk logo were assembled on the assembly line. After quality inspection, they were lined up in rows and loaded onto transport trucks one by one and taken to various cities.
In order to prepare for the upcoming war in the Western Continent, Tomahawk Military Industry has begun mass production of battle mechas and various weapons.
And Ye Zhanke, the big boss of Tomahawk Military Industry, was sitting in the center of the Tomahawk Building conference room in Haifeng City at this time, holding a pre-war voice conference with the general agents of other cities.
Ye Zhanke was wearing a black suit, and his strong inverted triangle figure made the dozen headquarters officials sitting in other positions look very weak.
Sunglasses covered his eyes, but they could not cover up the fierce temperament emanating from him, which was born from the battlefield.
Behind him, his exclusive guard, a cold man who also wore black sunglasses, with a scabbard hanging around his waist, stood straight like a pine tree.
"The above is the military strength of each city. Please let Mr. Ye speak."
After the general agent in other cities finished reporting, a senior official of the group headquarters looked at Ye Zhanke and said carefully.
Clearing his throat, Ye Zhanke sat up from his original sitting position leaning on the chair, took off his sunglasses, and revealed his eyes.
After scanning the officials present with a sharp sword-like gaze and the silent online voice logos of the general agents of various cities on the big screen in front of him, Ye Zhanke slowly said:
"Everyone, I, Ye Zhanke, would like to say a few words on this opportunity."
"There have been at least dozens of large-scale wars in the history of the Western Continent, and it is difficult to say whether they are right or wrong."
"But I believe that anyone who knows the history of Oran should know that it is on this Western Continent that the rise and fall of many generations of forces and consortiums have been determined."
"So there has been a saying since ancient times that if you want to dominate Oran, you must first stabilize the Western Continent."
"It was also twenty years ago that I started from scratch and founded Tomahawk Military Industry, monopolized the military industry market, and became the most powerful military industry consortium in the Western Continent."
Ye Zhanke's hoarse and low voice resounded in the lonely and silent conference room.
At the same time, it was also transmitted to the offices of the general agents of Tomahawk Military Industry in various cities through online voice.
"Many of you have doubts about my decision to launch a war against the Tianou Group and the Navy Department. I have known this clearly for a long time."
"I don't understand why you are all discussing that the Tianou Group has a strong influence, the strength of the Orlan Navy Department's ship girls should not be underestimated, and the Siren may take advantage of the chaos to attack the land."
"It's as if this war is destined to be a disaster for us."
When he said this, two officials from the Tomahawk Military Industry Headquarters were already trembling in their seats.
Because this is exactly the topic they discussed privately.
Ye Zhanke caught the expressions on the faces of the two people, chuckled disdainfully, and continued:
"Fourteen years ago, our Tomahawk military industry joined the Candle Sea Chamber of Commerce. I personally led tens of thousands of mecha troops. With an unstoppable offensive, we destroyed the old Oran regime in all parts of the Western Continent in just one year."
"Everywhere our mecha troops go, the people wholeheartedly welcome us. We really have the best time."
"The state of vigorous vitality and all things competing for the first time is still before our eyes."
"In just fourteen years, will our powerful Tomahawk military industry stop at sharing the Western Continent equally with Tianou Group and the Navy?"
Just when Ye Zhanke raised his voice and talked about the origin.
In the office of Tomahawk Building far away in Lanjiang City, a general agent of Tomahawk Military Industry, who was mixed with Liaozhou people and Oran people, had a disdainful expression on his face and whispered in Liaozhou dialect to the Liaozhou assistant beside him. Make complaints:
"It's really funny. He's full of farts. Who would be fooling around with him if not just to make money?"
The assistant also showed a disdainful smile.
But just when the general agent of Lanjiang City thought that his low-pitched complaints were not noticed, Ye Zhanke's voice suddenly sounded, making the general agent named Feng Yu'an stand on his head with fear.
"Feng Yu'an, what are you talking about?"
Ye Zhanke, whose speech was interrupted by mutterings, saw whose voice recognition flashed, and immediately called out the name of the general agent of Lanjiang City in annoyance and questioned him fiercely.
For a moment, both the officials in the conference room and the general agents of the Tomahawk military industry in other cities held their breath, and the entire language channel was silent for an instant.
The person involved, Feng Yuan, felt his heart jump to his throat. He did not expect that the headquarters' communication system would be so sensitive.
But time waits for no one. After Feng Yuan's brain was running rapidly, he suddenly seemed to have thought of some good idea, and said with a smile in an extremely flattering tone:
"Back to Boss Ye, I just told my assistant in Liaozhou that Boss Ye is really far-sighted and insightful."
Obviously, Feng Yuan's words touched the horse's ass, making Ye Zhanke's original fierce expression look a little better.
After snorting softly, Ye Zhanke did not trouble Feng Yuan anymore and continued:
"We have the strongest and most efficient military industry assembly line in the entire Oran. In order to prepare for war, we have now begun full-capacity production and put one mecha after another into the army."
"The allies of the Eastern Continent's Chamber of Commerce have also promised to provide us with a large amount of assistance and resources to help us completely defeat and annex the useless Tianou Group, so that the old diehards in the Navy Department can completely understand the situation!"
When Ye Zhanke said this, he stood up from his seat, slapped the table, and concluded in a loud and passionate tone:
"No matter how you put it, in this war, Tomahawk Military Industry will use a powerful torrent of mechas to sweep away Tianou Group and the Navy. The advantage lies with me!"
“Congratulations, Boss Ye!!!”
Applause broke out instantly after a brief silence, and all the Tomahawk military industry officials and the Tomahawk military industry general agents in various cities shouted in unison.