Chapter 966: The Value of Servants

Pang Chuan heard his brain throbbing.

He hammered the table forcefully.

"Alright, there's no money to go ask those subordinates for."

"No business to make those subordinates hand over their operations."

"No specialists, so have them send their family's top talent over."

"Servants are used precisely at times like this, aren't they?"

"You all have been shouting here for ages; what's the point?"

"Military Department, if you don't want to be trampled and beaten like abused dogs in the future, act now and back this blood‑supplying plan."

"Ma Yilong, make good use of this chance and strive for results."

"Space Division, present a sleek plan that at least makes people willing to part with money."

"Defeat Department, you now face a great opportunity and a great crisis—that's the deduction. You also need to carve out some money for aerospace, and have those behind you pressure the servants to obediently hand over cash and resources."

"We don't need them now; once we show weakness, these fence‑sitting opportunists will find it hard to produce money."

"Everything prioritizes our benefit."

"As long as we stay strong, they will always be dogs."

"If we lose power, these dog‑like things may turn and bite us, so you needn't feel sorry for them at all."

"Use them to the death."

After setting the tone, Pang Chuan stood up, looking like you lot were worthless, and left the conference room.

Inside the conference room.

Everyone exchanged glances, then erupted into thunderous applause.

"Dead Taoist brother, not a poor Taoist."

"For now, this is the best method."

"The big leader is just the big leader, indeed formidable."

After their excitement, they began fervently drafting plans.

One strategy after another was proposed, one plan after another was written down.

A massive plunder was thus confirmed.

Leaving the grand conference room, Pang Chuan smiled; such matters can be done once or twice, but never a third time.

Now that he has used it, successors will find it hard to use again.

When results appear, it will be his credit, while the other merely basks in his glory.

If no results emerge, the other will only become harder.

And what he said wasn't wrong.

Their available tactics are too few.

It was originally thought Daxia would be difficult, but they also built the Grand Canal, built Qiongzhou, and poured massive funds into developing the aerospace industry.

They showed no fatigue, instead appearing vigorous and lively.

Only their people have almost spent all the money in hand, feeling a bit listless.

But with support from so many canal projects and Qiongzhou construction,

they believe it will pass through soon.

The enemy grows stronger, while they grow weaker.

Their advantage diminishes more and more.

Aside from a few provocations and disgusting others, there truly aren't many options.

As for stirring trouble around the opponent?

Take a look at what surrounds the opponent.

Calling out twice is fine, but acting seriously?

Everyone's courage is nearly shattered.

There's an even worse matter.

That is Yang Tianyou, like a dark horse, rising abruptly.

He has gone from a newcomer to gradually becoming a leader.

Only the final outcome matters: whether their last falsification method can suppress the opponent.

He believes it should be attainable; this is a home‑court advantage.

Now it's still their people who are in charge.

Thinking of this mess, Pang Chuan became extremely angry.

Useless, useless, all useless.

Reflecting on these years.

He went from early advantage over me to now having exhausted all tactics.

The change was too rapid.

This is simply a miracle.

In just a few short years, how did the opponent achieve this?

Even now he dares not believe he could fail.

Too unscientific.

Yang Family, Yang Family, still the Yang Family.

Many key places bear the Yang Family's shadow.

Huaguang? Heaven Gate, Qilin and the like are all single‑handedly led by the Yang Family.

And Azure Dragon Securities.

This exchange, which now occupies half the realm, has firmly locked the financial dividends in the region.

There is also the vaccine issue; originally he thought they could use the Yang Family's hand to wreak havoc on the whole Daxia.

In the end, they only harmed a few people.

Now the other side has already detected the anomaly and taken control of everyone in that company.

"Alas, it's time to cut ties; some people should kill themselves."

A sense of defeat, a full sense of defeat.

He failed, and Yingjiang's once‑great ideal is now doomed.

No one can stay powerful forever.

In this world, after you finish singing, I take the stage.

Round and round, does it finally turn to the other side?

As for fighting?

Don't even think about it; that one will make them fall even faster.

Back then, that Yinglian was so strong.

In the end, it still couldn't withstand two great battles.

This was only a borderline skirmish.

Going straight ahead, Yinglian might be gone entirely.

So fighting is impossible.

"Why the hell should I worry? What does this have to do with me?"

"Let others worry about it."

"I also need to start my own aftermath work, otherwise it could get terrible."

Qiongzhou, Tianzhou, Hangtiancheng.

Yang Zhuhai walked into the rocket factory.

Yang Nuomi watched excitedly.

"Wow, impressive—rockets, brothers, look at the rockets."

"So many."

Yang Zhuhai, looking at the rockets already bearing usage marks, asked the Tianzhou Person beside him.

"These have already been used, right?"

The Tianzhou Person nodded.

"These rockets have been used about twenty to thirty times."

"They were found to have problems and are beyond repair."

"Some of them will be dismantled, and after key parts are removed from others, they will be sent elsewhere for exhibition."

"Of course, some classic iterations will enter our rocket museum, becoming witnesses of history."

"Naturally, some will go to universities and become study objects for students."

Yang Nuomi said admiringly.

"You still excel at waste utilization."

The Tianzhou Person chuckled.

"We are commercial space, so naturally we must maximize their value."

"And they are all contributors; destroying them outright would be a waste."

"Letting them continue to create value is the greatest respect for them."

Yang Zhuhai asked.

"Aren't you afraid of leaking secrets?"

"Even with key parts removed, professionals can still discern much from these rockets."

He didn't care.

"Now is the time of our aerospace rise."

"This can be considered our contribution to our peers."

"If we can help them avoid many detours, that's our contribution to the prosperity of the aerospace industry."

"After all, a single tree cannot make a forest."

"Only when a hundred flowers bloom is it spring."

"The true great Age of Navigation will surely be a hundred vessels competing on the waters."

This pattern.

Although a bit pretentious, it's truly passionate.

Yang Zhuhai couldn't help but imagine countless rockets soaring into the sky.

That would be spectacular.

If the aerospace industry truly scales up, let's say a hundred firms.

Think of that scene—who would still dare to bully us?

A swarm of rockets flies over your head, hanging motionless, scaring them to death.

Sufficient aerospace power can greatly reduce the nuclear threat.