My Empire

At the gate of the factory that looks decent, on the side of the iron door, "Downers Gear Factory" is clearly engraved in Chinese.

A decently dressed official of the Ailan Hill Empire government, accompanied by two puppet robot assistants, politely stood in front of the owner of this factory.

They were brought to the factory director's office by the secretary, and as soon as they entered the door, they handed the documents they had brought to each other along with their identity certificates.

After checking, the other party returned the certificate, bowed his head and began to read the Imperial document that had just been issued.

After reading it, the director frowned and raised his head, and looked at the government official sitting on the sofa, as if waiting for the other person to speak.

That government official is not a high-ranking official, just a civil servant in charge of this matter. Now such officials have been sent out, and they have to notify all the factories within the stipulated time to allow them to enter the wartime production system.

Of course, it’s best not to use SMS notifications for such things. On the one hand, it is more formal. On the other hand, they are afraid that these factories will pretend not to be notified and delay time.

He smiled and said to the factory manager: "From today, all production in this factory must obey the deployment arrangement!"

"Is my factory expropriated like this?" All the people in this factory asked with a wry smile, pointing to everything around them.

"Your factory is classified as a second-class factory in accordance with the regulations and is not directly requisitioned. It only needs to dive into the production and deployment requirements!" The official smiled and explained.

To be honest, the quality of gears produced by this factory can only be regarded as sufficient, and there is no core technology, but because of its good scale, it is classified as a second-class factory.

The owner of this factory was still a little unwilling to give up, and he continued to ask: "What if I produce more products? Can I sell it myself?"

The official replied proficiently: "That's it, sir. The state has started to allocate raw materials, and your factory won't get surplus raw materials, so you can't continue to expand production capacity!"

"You...how can you do this?" The secretary of the factory owner who stood by said what he wanted to say, but didn't know where to start, and finally only squeezed out such a sentence.

"Sir! This is a state of war! The survival of the empire has reached the most critical moment! No resources can be wasted!" The official stood up, walked to the door, and the two puppet entourage turned and left.

At the same time, in different places, this kind of thing happened in many corners. With the order of the emperor, the entire empire began to become tense.

"According to the production improvement process of the national overall planning document, all the product quantity statistics must be reported every day." A government official stood at the door, very amiable and instructed the people inside.

"I have to report it every day? Is there someone to handle it?" The factory manager inside asked with some trepidation.

The official standing at the door immediately spoke affirmatively: "Yes! Sir! The production statistics must be reported every day! It must be accurate! There will be random inspections, and there will be inspectors!"

In the workshop of another factory, an official wearing a helmet, handed a copy of the information to the director of the factory who also wears the helmet: "Because of the coordination arrangement, your factory has been requisitioned by the Imperial Army! This is a new production. Indicators, within three days, there will be a specialist to help you meet production standards!"

"Can I sell this factory?" The director reluctantly accepted the information and asked.

"Yes! But I must declare to you once again that the Empire will guarantee the basic profitability of your factory. This is written in the requisition documents! If you want to sell your own factory, we will not stop it!" Yun Qing replied.

"Okay, I understand." After the director carefully read the terms, he signed his name on it.

In Mayne, in a sluggish food processing plant, a businessman in a long gown looked at the documents in his hand in disbelief, raised his head and confirmed with the other party: "What's the kidding? I produce instant noodles... Before, you guys Don’t the military look down on this cheap food?"

The official opposite him smiled and said, "Sir, the situation has changed! According to the terms of the war bill, the empire must reserve enough food and corresponding food for 30 years in the next year!"

The entire empire has boiled over. Within more than an hour after Chris announced that the country had entered a state of war mobilization, almost all of the empire's military industry was activated at full power.

The latest weapons have been put into production one after another, and those advanced technologies that were previously unwilling to equip the troops have also begun to spread as if they don't need money.

The electromagnetic rifle, which was originally a small-scale experiment in the army, has now been immediately determined to be an imperial standard rifle, and all have been replaced.

And the originally full treasury, the gold coins that had been stored for many years, were scattered like flowing water, replaced with various raw materials, and transported to various production plants.

In the universe, on the bridge of a Violent-class space cruiser flying fast forward, the adjutant handed a message to the captain: "Sir! The military command just received!"

The captain sat in his seat, took the telegram from his adjutant, and read the content on it.

Then, he returned the message to the other party and ordered: "Cancel the training mission to search for the Heavenly Sword God Sect! Adjust the energy allocation! Charge the space jump engine!"

"The space jump engine starts charging!" The puppet robot in charge of power immediately repeated the captain's command and began to operate the controller in front of him.

"Course correction! Turn 180 degrees...return to Ailan Hill!" The captain continued to speak to the helmsman.

"Heading correction! Turn 180 degrees! Attitude engine start!" The helmsman moved the joystick to let the spacecraft begin to turn its heading.

"Gentlemen! Tell everyone good news, we are ordered to return to Ellen Hill!" The captain shouted to his crew: "One more bad news! The empire has entered a state of full-scale war mobilization!"

"Gentlemen! The opportunity to be loyal to your Majesty is here! For the empire!" The captain stood up and said boldly.

"My emperor... Long live!" The crew members who heard the news also stood up and shouted excitedly with their captain.