Dear Commander-in-Chief

Qianqian Novel Network

Because of this combat operation commanded by Gong Jue, the whole process was kept secret.

The battle lines were all in Hanbeiling, the weather was cold and the news couldn't get out, and country S was retreating every day, so it was so embarrassing that it didn't dare to send the news.

Therefore, this vicious battle has not yet been officially reported, and the country does not even know that a war is about to start!

The news is still stuck on the Hanbeiling explosion that no one knew the cause of a week ago...

Combat information is kept secret at the first level, so naturally the soldiers don't have to worry about someone intercepting their rations.

But now that something happened, it must be a leak of news.

Adjutant Lu shook his head blankly: "Chief, it doesn't look like someone has leaked the secret this time... because the food can't come in, it's not because someone intercepted it, but... it can't be produced!"

"What?!" Gong Jue's stern expression finally changed slightly.

I was as irritable as I heard a message from an idiot: "You told me that it can't be produced? A few compressed biscuits can't be produced? Are you kidding me?!!"

Adjutant Lu wiped his sweat: "No, no, chief, listen to my explanation! Food, the food has been produced, but because our compressed food is specially supplied, the output is very small, and the matching tinfoil for packaging on the market is also very small." Rarely, now the tin foil is suddenly sold out, and the compressed food produced cannot be transported without packaging, sir!"

Gong Jue took a deep breath, and managed to hold back his anger: "Go! Dig three feet into the ground and dig out that tinfoil for me! Even if it's three times... no, ten times the price, I have to buy it back! Otherwise, I will buy it back. The soldiers are working hard on the front line, let them go hungry?!"

Adjutant Lu nodded desperately: "Yes!"

He had just walked out of the headquarters and was about to send a telegram to the munitions factory in the imperial capital that specialized in the production of military food.

But there is a new telegram message from the imperial capital.

"It's urgent, Aviation Hi-Tech was sold by a mysterious shareholder today, and the stock price fell to the limit across the board... It is estimated that it will continue to fall by ten percentage points tomorrow..."

Adjutant Lu rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

Others don't know, but he is very clear.

This aviation high-tech is a privately owned industry of Sir Alex Ferguson. It has been operating well before joining the army, and it is a listed group.

Today, the empire's research and development of smart fighters, all the funds are sponsored by Ferguson's aviation high-tech group free of charge.

Otherwise, with the military expenditure of the empire, it would be difficult to support such a huge scientific research expenditure.

The cabinet and the president will never agree to increasing the proportion of military expenditure arbitrarily.

Therefore, Sir Alex generously donated this scientific research funding, and with a stroke of a pen, he paid for it himself!

Nowadays, someone dares to move the shares of Aviation Hi-Tech?

Arbitrarily lowering the stock price? !

The stock market is the most cruel. Once the stock price drops by the limit, Sir Alex's net worth will immediately drop by hundreds of millions!

This is simply against Sir Alex!

No, there should not be many people in this world who know that Sir Alex Ferguson is the major shareholder behind Aviation Hi-Tech, right?

The president counts as one, and he counts as one. After thinking about it, it seems that there is no one else!

They are all their own people, who would count on Sir Alex?

Reminiscent of the news just now, such rare tinfoil was sold out within a day, causing the production of military compressed food to be severely affected, and it dealt a very bad blow to the battle commanded by Sir Alex.

Is this really a coincidence?

Why do these two things seem to have a weird tacit understanding?

Adjutant Lu trembled, and he didn't dare to think deeply.

When I think about it, I feel chills behind my back. Is there a feeling of ghosts? ! The online service of the real lady, help you find books to chat with you, please wechat/message/search/search popular web articles or rdww444 waiting for you~