Scholars in the courtyard

"Three million?"

Three hundred million suddenly became three million. This gap is too big.

Yang Xiaotao was a little bit unbelievable.

While he was waiting, he realized this would happen.

It is impossible to give them all three hundred million, and even if we give them all, they won't be able to use them.

He knew this, and so did Old Qin.

But, if you don’t want to give 300 million, one third will be fine.

But who would have thought that only one percent was given.

Yang Xiaotao was a little disappointed.

He is not a greedy person, otherwise, with the system's spatial ability and Xiaowei's elusiveness, it would be easy for him to make some money.

But this time, he really wanted to fight for it.

Not for myself, but for those who work hard to design and research.

For those who contribute silently.

The last time we researched the Baiju fighter, a lot of manpower and resources were spent, but what was the result?

In the end, only nine departments spent their savings to provide subsidies to various factories.

As for the subsequent welfare benefits, they are what Baiju deserves after completing the tasks after it is produced.

It can be said that there is almost no investment in research design.

It was all carried out by the nine departments.

This is all thanks to the wealth accumulated during the Red Star Machinery Factory period.

But this time, even though he had the research funds, most of it was diverted away. He couldn't understand why.

"Boss Peng, isn't it too little?"

“Many departments and fields are involved this time, and I intend to use this opportunity to make up for the research funding from last time.”

"We are not being pretentious. Mr. Peng, you have also worked in the Ninth Department. You also know the dedication of researchers. They fail again and again, and stand up again and again. This in itself is a huge dedication."

"Also, I think this kind of investment is very necessary. We can't always consume our comrades' enthusiasm for research and development. Their enthusiasm is limited. Once this enthusiasm is exhausted, how can we promote research and development?"

"Boss Peng, I think three million is really not enough. It's far from enough."

Yang Xiaotao spoke sincerely, and Mr. Peng sighed after hearing it.

Jiubu has no money?

impossible.

Ministry 9 is the richest among the nine ministries from one to nine.

Whether it is medicine, calculators, or even small things like rice cookers, they all have a long history, and the Ninth Department is definitely the most powerful.

But this is not a reason to rob Peter to pay Paul.

What Yang Xiaotao needs to do is to be self-sufficient.

The research and development of a project requires investment, and then the results of the research and development are used to feed back and promote the continuation of research and development.

Instead of killing chickens to keep warm, it becomes a vicious cycle.

The two were silent. President Peng stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

At this moment, Yang Xiaotao suddenly felt a little unsure.

Maybe this is the pattern.

After all, I am short-sighted.

After all, I am just an ordinary person.

"Boss Peng, we will follow your orders."

Yang Xiaotao spoke again.

Mr. Peng remained unmoved, just looking at the blue sky outside the window with a deep gaze.

"We all underestimated the nuclear power plants in the northwest."

After a long while, Mr. Peng finally spoke.

Yang Xiaotao opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

"Everywhere needs money, everywhere is reaching out."

Mr. Peng turned around and raised his two rough hands in the air.

"Xiao Tao, the palm and the back of your hand."

At this point, Mr. Peng's eyes began to moisten.

Yang Xiaotao lowered his head.

"I know that this decision is difficult and incomprehensible to you."

"But I hope you can understand."

"Because of your height, you can't just look at the foot of the mountain, you have to look far ahead and see the other side of the mountain."

After saying that, he patted Yang Xiaotao on the shoulder, turned around and left.

Looking at the receding figure, Yang Xiaotao's breathing became heavy.

After a long time, he looked out the window.

In the distance, there is a lot of traffic and people are hurrying.

I put my hands on the windowsill, the wind blew, and Xiaowei appeared on my shoulders.

Facing the wind, silent.

After Yang Xiaotao came out of the hotel, Li Hongfeng and Lao Hong, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward.

"What took you so long? Is there something wrong?"

Lao Hong asked with concern, Yang Xiaotao nodded, "Let's talk in the car."

The two looked at each other, then Yang Xiaotao drove the car and the two sat in the back.

"We only have three million dollars for research."

Yang Xiaotao told them everything, and the two of them were silent after listening.

After a long while, Lao Hong laughed and said, "Three million is not a small amount. If you use it sparingly, it will be enough."

Li Hongfeng also noticed that Yang Xiaotao's expression was not right, and seeing Lao Hong's hint, he quickly said, "Yes, that's right."

"It's already great to have three million this time. In the past, I couldn't even take out three million."

As they talked, Yang Xiaotao just nodded and drove.

Yang Xiaotao parked the car only after returning to Jiubu.

None of the three got out of the car.

Lao Hong and Li Hongfeng looked at each other and wanted to persuade Yang Xiaotao again.

But Yang Xiaotao suddenly turned around, leaned on the armchair and said, "Old Hong, do you think there is any way to defraud more funds?"

"I mean cheating from the other party!"

Yang Xiaotao added.

Lao Hong frowned. The word "cheat" was used so confidently!

Li Hongfeng, who was standing by, turned his head away after hearing this. This topic was a bit inappropriate!

“Well, I don’t know!”

Old Hong shook his head and Yang Xiaotao was a little disappointed.

"Okay then, I'll go find someone else!"

As he said that, Yang Xiaotao got out of the car and walked towards the office building.

Li Hongfeng behind him said worriedly, "Old Hong, Xiao Yang will be okay, right?"

Lao Hong shook his head. "This guy is very smart. You might as well worry about those friends from the desert instead of worrying about him!"

Li Hongfeng broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this. "They are foreign guests, they are friends!"

Lao Hong shrugged and said, "So what?"

Li Hongfeng was speechless.

He finally understood why Yang Xiaotao asked him instead of himself just now!

These two guys are the same type of people.

Walking into the office, Yang Xiaotao thought for a moment and decided to leave the matter to a "professional" person.

Picking up the phone, Yang Xiaotao called Zhou Shenghong at the sawmill.

After Zhou Shenghong came running over in a hurry, Yang Xiaotao called Chen Gong over, and the three of them whispered in the office for half the afternoon.

When Zhou Shenghong left, he felt light and the excitement on his face was beyond words.

As for Chen Gong, although his face was calm, there was deep interest in his eyes.

This is also a challenge for him.

That evening, Chen Gong called the people from the logistics canteen to hold a private meeting.

That night, the sawmill was brightly lit, and Zhou Shenghong led a group of carpenters to start making small gadgets.

South Goguryeo, Seoul.

The sultry air is mixed with the faint scent of gentian, giving the evening breeze a soul.

It flowed through the window into the conference room, making people in the room feel refreshed.

Directly above, three Americans in suits were sitting casually.

The three men looked relaxed, with fruits and tea cups placed in front of them, and several followers in black suits standing behind them.

In front of the three people, there was a chair.

This chair is not big, only 20 centimeters high, with armrests on both sides, and looks similar to a chair for elementary school students.

The person sitting on it seemed like they were squeezed in, with only half of their buttocks stable. Their two knees were brought together almost to their chests, and their hands could only be placed on their knees to maintain a ridiculous dignity.

Behind him, there was also a group of people standing, also wearing black suits. The difference was that they all lowered their heads, as if their spines were broken.

"Dear Mr. Charlie."

"This is the voice of our 22 million people in the Great Goryeo Empire and the strong emotions of our 22 million people."

"Please consider this!"

"Please don't hurt our most sincere feelings."

The middle-aged man sitting on the small stool looked respectful and humble, and spoke in a pleading tone. Even his eyes became misty, as if he would cry in the next second if he was wronged.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he buried his head in his knees, waiting for the voice from above.

At this moment, the three of them looked at the middle-aged man below without saying anything. They just looked at each other and then showed a sarcastic smile on their faces.

They are the main members of the delegation negotiating with China.

During this exchange and negotiation with China, under domestic pressure, concessions were quickly made, allowing the two sides to quickly reach a consensus.

In order to reach this consensus, they worked day and night and devoted all their efforts.

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Fortunately, the final result satisfied both the Chinese and the other party.

If both parties are satisfied, it means that their work has been done well.

But just as the plan was about to begin, part of the content of the meeting was discovered by the 'natives' here, and then these natives, for the sake of their so-called 'self-esteem', started to cause trouble.

The reason is very simple, the other party made a request.

It is also an important part of this negotiation.

The other party wanted to enter the territory of Southern Goguryeo to search for the bones left over from the battlefield that year.

Originally they refused this matter, also considering the self-esteem of South Goguryeo.

However, as the other party's "resistance plan" was implemented, the country felt tremendous pressure, so they made concessions at the negotiation table and agreed to the other party's request.

But I didn't expect that this matter would be known to others and cause such a big commotion.

If they continue like this, and destroy the consensus that was reached with great difficulty, wouldn't all their efforts be in vain?

How can they report back if they fail to complete the task?

Their impeccable resumes will also have blemishes.

So, this kind of thing must not happen.

Charlie took a look at the so-called "Ten Thousand People Petition" on the table and felt sick.

When did this thing become a symbol of democracy?

When I used this trick, you were still fighting with sticks.

Thinking of this, Charlie felt disgusted when he looked at the timid Westerners.

These arrogant Koreans have no self-awareness at all.

A bunch of idiots who don't know where to put themselves.

"Park Changjun!"

Charlie's voice was very cold.

The middle-aged man below immediately raised his head with two tear marks on his face.

"Mr. Charlie!"

"Shut up! Just listen."

Charlie shouted rudely, the dark circles under his eyes made him look very sinister.

At this moment, he leaned forward on the table, picked up the "petition" on the table and threw it down and hit Park Changjun in the face.

Park Changjun was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head in panic, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

The reason why Southern Goguryeo could be what it is today is due to the support and protection of the boss.

If there is anything that cannot be solved, you can always go to the boss.

If you want to develop, you need the boss's charity.

What's more, they have eighteen halls here.

If anyone dares to disobey, all eighteen gangs will attack together to see who dares to show off.

Of course, as a younger brother, you must also have the awareness of a younger brother. If you disobey the boss, the eighteen gangs will turn their guns on you.

Their way of survival is to curry favor with the boss, obey his orders, and act as the most loyal younger brother.

But now, the boss asked them not only to surrender to their former enemy, but also to welcome him to their home to "find something".

This is simply a great shame and humiliation.

You know, what they have been promoting over the years is that the other party is a 'Loser', a poor, hungry and weak person.

They even claim that their history is fake in order to create a glorious past for themselves.

Even the war that took place more than ten years ago was whitewashed by them.

But now that the "records" of many years have been revealed, what will be the social response?

If people find out that everything is fake and fabricated, what will they think and how will they educate the next generation?

Do we need to let more than 20 million citizens know that they are the losers?

Were they nearly driven overboard?

Everything about them now makes them just pathetic and pitiful people?

How embarrassing it is for their great cosmic empire.

Where does this put their self-esteem?

Park Changjun could already imagine how many people would not be able to bear the shock and would walk into the surging Han River when the truth was announced.

More children, like my own daughter, no longer have the gleam in their once proud eyes.

But, can he resist?

Does he dare to refuse?

cannot!

He couldn't go against the boss's will.

You can do without the pride in your eyes, but you cannot do without milk bread in your home.

His future cannot be ruined either.

"I'll repeat it one last time."

Charlie tapped his fingers on the table, his tone cold, “You are not allowed to discuss or stop this matter.”

“There must be no resentment.”

"Do you understand?"

Charlie's voice was still cold, but Park Changjun swallowed hard, then straightened up, looking respectful, "Yes, I understand."

"We will organize a grand welcoming team to welcome them to come and visit."

After Park Changjun finished speaking, he leaned forward again to salute.

Hearing this, Charlie stood up from his seat, and the two people beside him followed suit.

The three of them ignored Park Changjun who was still greeting and turned to walk out.

When he was about to go out, Charlie stopped and reminded again, "I warn you, this matter is very important."

"If you mess up, there's no point in staying in this position."

Having said that, the man left.

Park Changjun immediately shouted back, "Don't worry, we will do our best."

After saying that, his body tilted downwards again.

It was not until the footsteps disappeared in the corridor that Park Changjun pressed his hands on the ground. Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and his legs lost feeling.

"Damn it, what are you guys standing there for? Come over and help."

Park Changjun roared, and a group of officials behind him immediately ran forward and helped enthusiastically.

After a while, everyone worked together to pull Park Changjun out of the small chair, and then helped him sit on the ground.

One of them frowned and said, "Park Changjun, smite, do we really have to do what we are asked to do?"

"This, this is too, too much."

Before the speaker could finish his words, he saw Park Changjun's pair of red eyes staring at him, and he quickly shut his mouth.

The people around were afraid to say anything when they saw this.

They all knew in their hearts that they had no choice.

But that self-deceiving 'self-esteem' makes them unable to let go of their 'pride of being superior'.

"Now, go home."

"From now on, your position will be taken over by Huang Rencan."

After Park Changjun finished speaking, the person who had just spoken sat down on the ground, and a pool of liquid instantly flowed out.

"Pull it out."

Park Changjun said this with disgust, and soon someone came forward and pulled the incontinent person away.

They all knew that if they lost their power, they might not be able to survive the ensuing revenge.

"I think you all know what to do."

Park Changjun glanced at the people present, and a group of people nodded immediately.

"Go ahead."

"This time, we must warmly welcome the other party and meet all of their requests."

"Let the propaganda department publicize the friendship between the two countries in advance."

"Also, vigorously promote our great cosmic culture."

Everyone nodded and left one after another.

After everyone had gone out, Park Changjun slowly got up from the ground.

He brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, walked to his seat and sat down, looking at the "petition" on the table with a grim expression.

The next second he picked it up and tore it into pieces with force.

"Asshole, asshole"